My friends have shit luck with boyfriends.

One was dicked over for 2 years by an alcoholic narcissist who cheated on her more times than any of us can count. Another one is consistently used as gateway to the rest of the group. One has had multiple guys running for the hills when she mentions she’s a virgin, and finally one had the love of her life dump her for a guy.

This has not left them optimistic when it comes to love and relationships and rightfully so. But it’s a source of difficulty for me. When we’re all sitting around a cheesecake and a box of wine venting about boys, I’m left out. Even when I join in, no matter what I say, I ultimately get the response “At least you have a boyfriend.”

The problem is even though I can’t contribute to the man problems, I still listen and a lot seeps in.

My friends and I are very similar. They’re funny, beautiful, and smart (and we’re all really modest!). I don’t understand why they have such bad luck in love. Which gets me thinking, what’s the difference between us? Why don’t I have the same bad luck that they have? Could it be that I’m just insanely lucky? Or should I be waiting for the jerk in my boyfriend to emerge? If it happened to my friends, will it happen to me?

Being long distance, my boyfriend and I have a mildly intense commute to see each other but due to schedules and transportation availability, a lot of the times I wind up doing the traveling. My more cynical friends say I’m whipped just like they used to be. Before their relationships ended like the apocalypse. Before their hearts were broken.

Maybe I’m just lucky. Maybe I skipped over the jerks and found the last good guy in the world. Or maybe I should crack open the cheesecake and get a head start.

But the thing is, you can’t live life waiting for someone to hurt you. If we listened to every scorned woman out there, relationships as a whole would be doomed. I can’t sabotage my relationship waiting for him to screw up. But if he does, the Franzia will be pouring and the girls will be commiserating with me about that douchebag that broke my heart.