Addictions and Syndromes

Hello. My name is Jessica, I am twenty-seven years old and I am BOY CRAZY (Hello Jessica...). I discovered the opposite sex sometime around my twelfth birthday, and since that fateful day, I have found it difficult to focus on much else. I like them in all shapes and sizes, and because a girls gotta eat, I have done my fair share of sampling.

My therapist says I have unrealistic expectations about romance.

If believing that I am actually a secret princess destined for prince charming is unrealistic, then she may be right (this one time). Luckily, my “Disney Syndrome” is not as out of control as my “Seinfeld Syndrome”: a dangerous condition which forces me to turn and run if a man exhibits any sign of inadequacy. Real life examples include:

“I just can’t get over his tiny hands.”

“He puts ketchup on everything.”

“His dog kept looking at me weird.”

“I found Nickelback on his ipod.”

“He said the words ‘cool beans’ with a straight face.”

Don’t get me wrong, I am always hoping the next man will be prince charming and the few times I have fallen in love, its been in the frightening Fatal Attraction sort of way.

So, after two bottles of wine and enough cheese to kill a toddler, I have decided to do something rash. I am going to consult the only person who won’t lie to me (other than Walt). I am going to read and share my childhood diaries in an attempt to better understand my addiction.

WARNING: There is a strong possibility that this will be entertaining, but also potentially embarrassing.

Ready, set, stay tuned for the Boy Crazy Diaries.