Rose looked at me surprised.
“Let me guess. I said something wrong?” She gave me her answer by not replying. “Yep, I said something wrong. As I said, I’m the source of all of my problems.”
“It’s not that you said anything wrong,” Rose finally responded. “It’s just that none of the other guys would admit to something like that.”
“Something like what? To not being perfect?” I asked feistily.
“No. Admitting you’re ‘a problem.’”
“Why not?”
“A lot of women could be turned off by that. Most women want a guy who will protect them and make them feel safe.”
My heart sank. “And saying that I might be my biggest problem doesn’t make you feel safe?”
“I wasn’t talking about me. I was talking about most women.”
“Then how does it make you feel?” I asked as my chest tightened.
Rose turned to the
