Falling For Mr. Wrong

212Access August 22, 2012 Comments Off on Falling For Mr. Wrong

By Desi Pavlova

I just discovered today, I am setting myself up for trouble. My life is complicated enough on a professional level so why am I making it worse in my personal life.

I am young, independent and hot living in a great City but I’m still single. I have no problems meeting guys. They flirt with me everywhere and ask me out for drinks constantly.

My problem is not that I can’t meet guys in New York City. My problem is I can’t pick the right guy. I seem to fall into this trap of picking the wrong guy who doesn’t respect me. Why do I fall in love with guys who are jerks and ignore the guys who are nice?

My latest disaster happened in Chicago.

I flew to Chicago over the weekend to meet the mother of a guy I was seeing. It took less than 48 hours for me to realize he had a “God complex” or as Americans like to say, “Mommy issues.”

His mother and I seemed to battle the whole weekend for our boy’s attention. It was like a Battle of the Titans, trying to see who he would pick.

I feel like Carrie Bradshaw constantly falling for Mr. Big. At one point, Carrie knew Mr. Big was the wrong guy, but she continued to pursue him.

In my situation, I kept giving my “Mr. Wrong” chances to redeem himself. I’ll admit, he is cute, sexy, strong, smart, big and he knows how to survive a war zone. He also knows how to keep my attention, which not many guys can do.

“Mr. Wrong” was in the Army. He once opened up to me, saying he chose to live in a war zone where he had to kill people and leave them like animals. That should have been a warning sign.

My “Mr. Wrong” is nothing like Carrie’s “Mr. “Big.” My guy is 26 years old, going on 15. He is immature, sleeps around with women, isn’t considerate of my time. He’s always late to meet me and never apologizes for keeping me waiting. His mom still does his laundry, pays his bills, cooks and cleans his room.

Yes, he lives at home.

He once told me he will always live with his mom. I thought he was joking but now I realize he was serious.

My friends hate “Mr. Wrong.” They say I can do better, and ask me whey I am with him! Believe it or not, once even “Mr. Wrong” asked me why I liked him.

I didn’t know what to say.

I guess I just like Mr. Wrong. Maybe in time, Mr. Right will change my opinion.