The One Month Curse

Everyone who knows me (and probably those who don't know me), can attest that recently (my entire adult life thus far), I have had some (many) disappointments in my love life. The more I try, the worse it seems to get, see exhibit A.

Exhibit A
Nigel* (name changed to protect the identity/so I don't get sued/yelled at, bonus! 3 out of the 5 letters are in his real name) approached me the way a young gentleman would now-a-days, via the facebook. I knew him from college, we were both English majors. He started by "liking" a few pictures and then commenting on one, so a conversation sparked and plans were made. Both being bookworms, we decided to select short stories and have them read by our scheduled "hang out" so that we can discuss. (Sounds dreamy thus far) I am one of those people who enjoy texting, it breaks up my day, and I just really enjoy any form of writing and not speaking; so we would text back and forth ALL day, and talking about everything so things were looking good. The day comes and I have a plan to meet at the NYPL so that we can see the Shelley exhibit and then walk over to the $1 bookstore and then grab drinks and chat. He is on crutches so every plan fails excepts going to grab drinks, which we do and it is great, we talk about school, literature and the short stories and share a smooch. He is adorable and I liked him. Here begins my troubles, the moment I find myself interested in someone, everything falls apart. But our texts continued and he gave all the right signs, then things became frustrating, especially because he lived in a dreaded borough (it's an island, not Manhattan).  Fast forward to the second time we hang out, he is finally on 2 feet, no crutches, we meet at Washington Square Park, grab a glass of wine, get Pb&J sandwiches, go to a wine bar which has a flamenco performance, and sip sangria. It was a truly lovely time, we part ways and then NOTHING. Mind you, we have briefly kissed but nothing more/nothing less, we cannot chalk it up to being a floozy, we cannot chalk it up to being a prude, I don't have any excuses. We have brief text exchanges about books, small talk, work, etc. and then the phase out plan begins to take hold and I realize, he no longer cares to converse and so I let it go, the way I let everything go when I realize it is no longer worth my time. The reason I continually get frustrated is because I just don't think I get much of a chance to have that extended time with someone to make them fall in love with me the right way!

I don't know why my romances get cut so short, the pattern I've noticed is one month or less, so I have realized I have the one-month curse placed upon me and I will need to figure out how to have 12-1 month boyfriends for next year.