Chameleon

My love life has been a series of epiphanies, all leading to this one. I am a multifaceted person. Scratch that. I am like 10 different people in one body. I neither wake up the same as I fell asleep that night nor fall asleep the same as I awoke that morning. And my love interests are a reflection of that diversity. But the running theme here is that it always comes down to the guy falling for me. Well, one of me. He falls for the reckless, carefree, seductive, don't-give-a-shit-about-what-you-think-of-me party girl. He falls for the sweet, naive, innocent, gentle, lover of everything, soft spoken vegan, who needs protecting. He falls for the capable caregiver, the mothering, family driven independent with her foot in the door of every controversial topic known to man and a penchant for organization and cleanliness. He falls for the nerdy, book reading, scientist smarty-pants who knows her way around gamer terminology and the science fiction TV channel. He falls for the boundry pushing fashionista. He falls for the free spirit, the artistic musician. He falls for the motivated athlete.

My conclusion is this: Few people are like me. Few people delve into subjects with the fiery, fleeting passion that I do, and its this approach that gets me into trouble and gives me the greatest payoff when something goes right. Boys get to know me and fall in love with me, and when I shift and change they can't change with me, and get lost and left behind. They love the girl who is one of these things. I need someone who can love all of the me's and who can keep up, who can love the change and change with me.