Who sends dead flowers to a funeral? It's absurd.

My name is Leah. I am 23 years old. I work in the medical field and I enjoy my work. I know I can be pretty odd compared to most people. Like the fact that I have a pet snake named Alan Rickman. I also like playing video games, going to local band concerts, I like to paint and sculpt, crochet and knit. I like playing table top games with my friends. I enjoy watching Monty Python films and I listen to all kinds of music. Usually what freaks people out is that I can listen to Pasty Cline and Johnny Cash and still like listening to Avenge Sevenfold or Dying Fetus and then go back to Frank Sinatra. I don’t get stressed under pressure I actually find it kind of fun, like a challenge. But, I do get stressed when people are close minded. 

I guess I should explain why I am writing this. First off, I have had so many bad, weird, funny, interesting stories when it comes to my “love” life, that I have been told time and time again that I should write a book. I can only guess I have some weird aura about me that causes these weird encounters. 

I first started really dating when I turned 20, I was a late bloomer compared to most. It was a guy I had met online and we talked on the phone every night for weeks. We finally met up and started talking and it turned out while sharing stories that he had dated an ex best friend of mine. I had sort of let it go and we kept talking till one night while we where kissing he stopped and looked me straight in the eye and told me that I was a much better kisser than her and was more sensual. As flattered as I was I did not like the fact that he was comparing us to each other and letting me know about it. I wasn’t able to look at it the same way so I stopped seeing him. 

I figured I would try to give the online dating another go. I started talking to a guy who said he worked construction. He was really cute and he had long hair (which has always been a turn on for me)and we liked the same music and both where into fishing and nautical themes. I was scared since he was 10 years older so I mentioned I would want to take it slow because I was still a virgin and I needed him to respect that. He said that was fine and that he felt bad he hadn’t told me already but he wanted to tell me he had a hook for a hand. I thought he was kidding since this is a guy who told me he worked in construction and changed his oil and worked on his sailboat on the weekends. So I brushed it off and agreed to meet him. When it came time to meet up for the date. It was there. The man had a hook for a hand. Then tells me on our date that he also catches alligators with his friends. Apparently I wasn’t dating just any man, no, I was dating Capt. Hook. Now let it be known that didn’t really bother me. We saw each other for a few months. He just got frustrated that I, being young only having my first kiss a few months before didn’t want to sleep with him. So he ended up getting upset and insulting me so I stopped talking to him. 

Next guy was a really smart guy. I really liked him. We read the same books and recommended books to each other and one day we where both bored and decided to hang out and talk in front of my house. It was going really well we where laughing telling stories and then he kisses me. It was really nice I’m not gonna lie I liked it…….. Till the point where he pulled his very big penis out of his pants……in the middle of the night……on my porch……. 

The guy after that was so scared to hold my hand during a movie that he held my pinky till it went numb. 

Who can forget the guy who ignored me the whole night to play with his poke walker (the pikachu pedometer) and then got upset when I didn’t text him back. 

Or the countless times I have dated a guy or gotten to know a guy and we like each other but something holds them back. I have been trying to figure out what I am doing wrong because in the end the only thing that stays constant is me. 

I dont bitch and moan and go nuts when something doesnt go my way. im really down to earth and understanding. I pay my own way. If someone is having a bad day, I always try to make them smile by either being silly or getting them something they would appreciate and try to make their day. I go out of my way if someone needs something. I have no idea what is wrong with me. o_O should I be like other girls? and be demanding and bitchy and be mean because those girls always seem to get the sweetest guy and their life going for them.