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Every time I would meet some gorgeous guy who had that playful "I am totally going to mess with this girl" twinkle in their eye, I'm sure the pain was evident on my face as I convinced myself to stay the course.I declined invitations; I ached for someone to touch me, for the drama of a bad relationship.I would fall madly for them, they would lose interest, and I would lie at home crying into my covers.I'd lament love and listen to depressing radio until some poor guy would pick up a pencil I dropped in English class and become my next unwitting pusher.My gut told me he wasn't trustworthy, but I was attracted to him. The breaking point occurred three months into dating him when I walked in on him having full-blown, forceful sex with another woman at a house party. I can't describe the exact sensation, but I remember it happened the moment that he saw me and didn't stop. It was a moment where I realized that if I didn't stop, things could potentially go from just dating bad guys to a Lifetime movie: burning beds, abuse, financial ruin, or worse. I needed to be clear to sort out the drama of my life.
I didn't know what to do about what he said next: "Yeah, I always wanted to ask you out, but you were always into all these other really weird guys. He wouldn't have rejected me, so I wasn't really interested. After the Hot Jock boosted my confidence, I went out to my first fraternity party and picked up the hottest football player I could find.My dating life after graduation followed similar patterns.I went for guys who were, I thought, deeply interested in me but soon faded away.I'd like to say I spent three years blissfully watching Lifetime movies with the shades drawn, but I can't.My first few months were spent like anyone who goes through any kind of detoxification process. The body and heart craves what it has come to know and love.