Adiós, Overachiever: Nice to date but, not for life

Dragons and puppies

"Dianne, I love you! I wanna be with you forever..."

"But,... I don't wanna be with you, John. Bye."

With only a simple bye, I left him behind. There wasn't a dramatic breakup scene or some revenge declaration or plot, just plain simple breakup as if this was just a contract relationship in the first place. He was truly sincere and I knew that from the first moment I met him.

We spent 6 months dating. There wasn't much skinship going on between us as he knew I didn't like those stuff.  But, besides that, you can say that we did every single thing an ideal young couple would've done. Dates, amusement parks, skipping classes together, even got awarded for the best couple at the school carnival. However, everything had to end someday.

Just as usual, I left mercilessly. I didn't look back and didn't even bother giving him a break up fee or anything. Not as if he needed any though, his family was at least 10 times richer than mine.  He was the son of the CEO of a perfume conglomerate company. Despite being born with a silver spoon, he was unlike those  stupid arrogant heirs and was very humble. He was considerate, kind, smart, independent, athletic, handsome... in short, just the perfect guy.

Being the captain of the school football team, one of the top 10 students, teacher's pet, trained conglomerate heir just made him seem much closer to that truth.  Though it may sound like I'm exaggerating, it's really is true that he was an overachiever.

Although he was that amazing,  the reason I dated him wasn't because of such nonsense stuff. I just dated him because he looked like a cute little puppy. The most adorable kind that you see in a pet shop and just reallyyy wanted to buy but can't afford them.

However, in my case,... it's not so simple. I didn't need to go to a pet shop and I'll just see some cute ones on the road. There was one on that street and another one on the other street and etc. Sometimes, I don't even need to go looking for them and I'll see another one just behind the bushes at home.

Of course, none of them ever made it into the house as I only like looking at dogs, not touching or even having the presence of such an animal around. Honestly, I'm a cat person but, being surrounded by puppies made me the enemy of many beautiful kitties. Therefore, abandoning stuff I never like didn't require much effort in the first place. 

I've been living such a life for 15 years now since that fortune teller told me about my peculiar situation.

"You are a dragon's greatest desire but also their greatest challenge. Their reverse scale can only be and only you. If otherwise, he'll be no different from a lizard."

In simpler terms, it means I'm a cursed lucky unique charm. I'll easily attract powerful people or people who are destined for success but, those who want me but don't truly love me will become ordinary. Vice versa, people with unrivalled power or potential but only care about me will become better with each step of our relationship.

Being the most peace loving parents, my parents brainwashed me into only liking boys who depended on girls. Apparently, they thought that if the men I like are the type who depended on me, those 'dragons' wouldn't want me anymore. But, such a concept didn't last in my head for too long. In a world where men were dominant, I learnt very soon that other girls like heroic boys or princely ones.

That made me feel contradictory at some point and I felt like my beliefs had gone wrong. After some time, I came to terms with it and at some point, I learnt to love a very special type personality. One which seemed dependant on me yet, wasn't and was only acting cute to garner  my affection. In other words, 'puppies' as I'd like to call them.

Since then, I had numerous puppies in my life and accompanied more than I could remember. Having such an abundance of golden retrievers wagging their tail at my every wimp, I didn't care much about the not-so-minor details and just went ahead and dated them. We would get along well and have a good time but, after some point in time, I would break up with them for both of our sakes.

Such a life didn't get me into much trouble at first, however, after reaching adulthood, things finally got out of hand. Many peculiar people started showing up in my life every time I into a relationship. Cheque-throwing moms, blackmailing ex-girlfriends, (gay) caring buddies, first love, I've technically seen everything that was supposed and wasn't supposed to be seen.

"Dianne, you're the love of my life. Please... marry me?"

"For the Nth time, NO. Bye, it's nice being with you these past few months. But, that's it."

Again, again, they come. I can't even be bothered to remember their names anymore. It became so  ridiculously normal that I fear that I gather enemies too easily each time someone falls for me.