Slut brain makes me mute | Single Girl Problems

You know when you like someone and you act differently around them? When you go the extra mile for them or you stay back late at work with a flimsy excuse so that you can spend extra time with them? Or you think about them just before going off to sleep and imagine what your first date would be like?

Well, I call this phenomena ‘Slut brain’. It’s where your brain runs away with the possibilities while you know fair well what the reality of the situation is.

By recognising this pattern of thought, I managed to get through a 2 month placement as a Uni student with minimal embarrassment and no heart break. Every time my brain wanted to flirt around with an imaginary relationship, I brought myself back to reality and I was able to maintain a working relationship with this man without falling head over heels for him.

Fast forward to this year and I have recently met the best looking man I have ever seen. Forget the slut brain because I can’t even look this guy in the eyes as he is so good looking, let alone make polite conversation if he sat beside me. I’m sure he thought that I was the rudest person in the world because my slut brain got stuck on the fact that he was good looking and would not let me appreciate his seniority to me. Literally every time I looked in his direction all I could think about was ‘That is the best looking man I have seen in my entire life’.

But I couldn’t risk him working that out, so I could not look him in the eye. If he knew any of my (admittedly exceptionally superficial) feelings towards him then it would be the end of my life and I would have to change jobs. So my slut brain sabotaged me and lost a potential work friend.

A simple Facebook stalk was enough to cure me. I found out that he had a wife and kid and since he was off the market I did not have to worry about the slut brain. It’s like magic. I only close off when someone is available and I feel inherently inferior to them. Taken guys are absolutely fine because they are off the market and my slut brain actually respects that. And the mutism has improved and I can actually make a semi-conversation with this man and I just hope that he doesn’t think that I am the rudest person on the planet.

Although, the slut brain has recently made a reappearance and is up to its old tricks and a beautiful man with a baritone English accent is the new victim of my attraction-induced mutism.

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