When I was younger, I was great with girls. From 12-19 or so, I had the time of my life..It was extremely fun, but not fulfilling. And almost instantly, I hit 20 and things changed for good. All of the sudden, I was out of high school, all of the sudden I was left to my own to search for a fun time on the weekend.

Well, I can tell you this. I didn’t stop there, I went to bars. I met a lot of girls there, I ****ed a lot of them, and I regret a lot of that. It was nothing more than a pathetic adjustment to the transition.

So, I carried on, I ended up dating the girl of my dreams..she was actually a girl I used to know in grade school. I’d always had a crush on her. She was perfect in every sense of the word. We had a great time together, she didn’t mind my drinking or obsession of guitar. She loved me for me. I had it made…or so I thought.

Well, time took its course. Me and this perfect lady ended up moving into an apartment together. Things were perfect at first, I let her do her thing and I did my thing.

Two or three weeks go by, I start hearing it from her. “You know, you drink a lot.” Yea, babe, I have a lot of problems. “You know, you don’t have sex with me as much as you use to.” Well, babe, work is quite tiring. “Hey, Ben, I think you love that guitar more than you do me!” Sorry, sweetie, I’ll try to pay more attention to you.

The arguments went on and on. The thing is, I could never understand why she found these flaws in me. When I had first met her, and we didn’t live together, she didn’t have a negative word to say about me.

Well, after a few months of living through an unhealthy relationship, I met someone else. She was kind, sweet and extremely easy going. She liked music, and more importantly she played an instrument, guitar.

I’m not one to cheat, so I broke it off with the lady and told her I’d like to keep the apartment. She left to live with her mother and let me take over the apartment. I told her I wasn’t comfortable pursuing a relationship with her.

I start hanging out with the other girl that I had met. She was awesome, She liked the same kind of music, she played the same instrument that I do and she was completely mellow.

I couldn’t have asked for more. After a few months she ends up moving in with me. That was scary as **** to me first, but I learned that you can’t judge a girl because of one woman's genitals. Things are great now, and we’re getting married next year.

My advice? Be your ****ing self, and if you happen to meet a girl that wants to change that, kick her to the ****ing curb…preferably chopped up and in a garbage bag.