Overly enthusiastic

I am too open, too enthusiastic, too trusting, too silly, and too much thinking that someone is interested in me as a person, when really, they generally are not. Or, they are, but then without reason or explanation, they back off. I suppose it is something I am doing, but lack the ability to figure out just what it is. Or I don't care to stop being myself. Or of course, it could be the men I bother to try to connect with, my choices are the problem perhaps. Or, it could just be bad luck. My first knee-jerk reaction though is to find fault in my own behavior.

Christina told me that my other blog (where I reveal my love life---or lack of one--- in glorious, sordid detail) is a "gift to all of us." When I asked her what she meant, she said that I am brave enough to reveal all the things about myself that no one else dares to say, but what they all feel and experience as well.

I suppose that's the point, at least somewhat, of why I write about it.