[not so] fatal attraction

Opposites, supposedly, attract. You meet somebody who is everything that you are not and it’s like two electrical wires touching- sparks fly like crazy. There is a perfect, harmonious balance between the two of you- it is black and white, yin and yang, day and night. You can’t have one without the other, and one can’t live without the other.

I’m pretty sure, however, that when it comes to the whole “opposites attract” thing, you don’t want to strangle the person on a daily basis.

The “man” in my life- not by choice, mind you- is one of the most self-centered, cocky bastards I have ever met or known in my life. For him, it is all about “me, me, me,” and I swear he does and says things just to piss me off. I constantly have to try and downsize his ego, but to no avail. And, especially as of late, I’ve been resisting the urge to slap the stupid, overconfident grin off his face.

And yet, as much as I almost hate this guy, there is something about his douchebag demeanor that attracts me to him. Whenever he talks about how great he is, I want to make him shut up, and there’s a couple of ways that I could do that, if you catch my drift. And, due to a semi-drunk encounter, I can confirm that he is good at two things: being a dick and kissing.

There is no way that I could ever be in a serious relationship with the guy- neither of us could probably handle it and, besides, I’d probably wear the pants in the relationship anyway. This guy is completely wrong for me- or is he?

Some people believe that we are attracted to people who are complete opposites of us because they have the traits that we desire in ourselves. Assuming this is somewhat true, I, in theory, want to be more of an asshole. I want to be able to be more self-centered.

The worst part is…maybe this is somewhat true?

Lately, I’ve found myself more irritated with some people and their antics/stupidity/ridiculousness. I’ve done the best job I can of being polite and nice and respectful and, basically, what people know me as. However, I’ve been dying to finally tell these people how fucking stupid they really are. Maybe I need to take a page from this guy’s book, grow a pair and speak my mind.

I may never get- or want- a fulfilling and meaningful relationship from this asshole, but I know what I will get and have gotten: multiple headaches, somebody nice to look at, a beccanalysis and, maybe, another drunken make out session that I w(on’t)ill regret. Maybe.