Good Luck Chuck Syndrome: is when after you finish dating someone, and their next bf/gf is the one they end up marrying. The syndrome mostly found amongst women and men in their 20's and 30's. This mostly occurs amongst hopeless romantics, and those that continually search for love.
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I have a severe case of GLC Syndrome. To call me perturbed would be an understatement, I am discomposed, constantly anxious, and pathetic. Mostly pathetic. Everyone gets married.. everyone but me. I have had 4 serious relationships and countless affairs. (affairs are a classy way of saying flings, right?) Out of those 4 serious relationships 3 are married. I can't bring myself to check up on the last one because.. I am no masochist.
Not only are those 3 married, but here's how the story goes down. 1st this guy I dated in High School and freshman year of College, who was ---slightly older than me, cheats on me, we break up, get back together, finally break up for good then moves on. So I thought, then this guy comes out of the blue, a couple years later confesses his love for me, apologizes for everything, begs me to take him back and says, "you are the one." --Being 20 I ran for the hills, because for one, I would never be able to trust someone who cheated on me. Secondly, I don't give second chances often and I sure as hell won't give you a third. Six months later he is married.
Then there was my second serious relationship, who I would consider my first love. I fell hard, fast and hard. So did he.. he however fell out of it at the same pace..meanwhile I was in unicorns and glitter land of eternal love and bullshit. Completely caught off guard by his infidelity (yet again) and sobbed myself dry for 6 months. A year later guess who come running back... douche. I get this speech about how he took me for granted and finally realized I was "the one". Followed by promises of commitment, unicorns and glitter la la land etc. Sounds vaguely familiar I thought.. Coincidence, I told myself.. followed by a self fulfilling notion of how awesome I am.. and of course they realized they fucked up. Surely.. that was it, because I was nothing but loving to these guys. Right?! I decided that breaking up was a good thing, he could never offer me the life I wanted and I could never trust him. Nine months to a year later he was married.
Next, in my legal drinking age year of debauchery I managed to snag another boyfriend. The year of 21 was a blur but this fella and I had some good times. We were neighbors and blossomed into a budding romance. blah blah blah. This one, I kind of kick myself in the ass for, because it was understood that he would be moving that year and wan't interested in a long distance relationshit. (and yes, RELATIONSHIT.) Being of the female population I ignored this red flag and instead saw this as a challenge. Well, guess who lost. Comes time for him to move, we break up but manage to stay friends. Sometimes, when he came back in town to visit, we were
very friendly. We both move on but continue to keep in touch then boom, in the midst of the flirting and reliving good times..metaphorically and physically.. he is dating someone, gets engaged then married with child. Naturally once I am aware of the engagement/marriage I cut all ties. Then, guess who has repressed feelings. Not me. I start getting frequent messages about how much fun we had together, how amazing I was etc etc. By this time, it wasn't flattering anymore. Instead the more I heard about how amazing I was, it only enraged me. I wanted to neuter every man on the planet and scream at these men who just now realized I was a good catch when they're about to get hitched to someone else. Too little, way too late. Naturally I block this married man from every form of contact and wished him well in his marriage, in case he forgot that he was, indeed married.
These three along with the countless men I have had
affairs with that are now married or engaged has led me to believe, I am in fact cursed. I have this Good Luck Chuck Syndrome. I give up. I am at the point of deferring all dating choices to my mother, who has to her benefit warned me about these three men, never once approving of any of them. She made a terrible choice in her own life partner, my father, but that's a whole other blog. I digress. She knows me better than I know myself so I would like to relinquish all future dating decisions to my Mother and maybe I can get sold for a dowry or a goat or something and have the wedding I yearn for. I have excellent references, just call any of the exes above who realized how special I was when they settled for others.
I am doomed. Fucking unicorns and glitter and eternal love la la land of bullshit. Fuck Nicolas Sparks, fuck Celine Dion and fuck Faith Hill &Tim McGraw.
