The Hard Truth on Why You Keep Attracting Fuckboys



“Uuuuugh, fuckboys everywhere!”, my friends always say to me. Slightly sad, immensely annoyed, sipping on their lovely glass of sweet sangria, or whatever poison of choice they have for the evening. With 7.5 billion in the world, they’re just sitting there, tipsy, looking up and asking god, “Oh Lawd! How come I always end up with fuckboys?”  when matter in fact, I just want to ask them, “Well, why do fuckboys always end up with you?”

**Before I continue, I would like to say that this post is not degrading or shaming people who simply like to fuck around or party or whatever. You do you, as long as you’re not hurting anyone’s relationship in the process. 😉 And “Fuckboy” and “fuckgirl” are such new millennial terms used all the time that don’t really have accurate definitions, so I’m guessing it’s pretty much subjective. So, just go with what applies to you.


So, why do fuckboys always end up with you?

The answer is simple: Because you attract what you are. Chew it, swallow it, here’s a tall glass of water and accept it. Energetically, “like attracts like”. People with low frequencies attract each other and naturally, people with high frequencies attract each other. In layman’s terms: Maybe you’re a fuckgirl, girl. 

Let’s look at this this way (I am mostly basing this from most of my friend’s actions and interactions): So, you went out with your girlfriends, got all dolled up (just to look like the Joker at the end of the night), downed that bottle of tequila, spot a very cute boy from across the room, had a conversation for 2-3 minutes, and the next thing you know, you’re shoving each other’s tongues down each other’s throats. Great. You exchange numbers, then you go home super happy with drunken butterflies in your stomach, and you find yourself texting your new catch for the next couple of whatevers until things get rotten and sour because “omggg, he’s suuuch a fuckboy!”… And you’re sitting here pretending that you didn’t see this coming. *facepalm*

First of all, where the hell did you even find this guy? And where the hell did he find you? Most certainly not in a place for people looking for decent and meaningful relationships. And where the hell did you find your tongues and hands after a small chit chat that you barely even remember, from a night you barely even remember? And now you’re asking yourself why you didn’t find Mr. Right?? Newsflash, honey. You’re not going to find Mr. Right if you’re setting yourself up to find Mr. Right Now. 

The truth is, contrary to what you believe, the world is not full of fuckboys. You just probably have a really amazing talent of finding large groups of them in designated places. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing (like, HMU sometime, girl!). So, if you want to continue on with your fuckboy escapades, then be my guest. No one is judging you. But at the end of the day, when you’re wondering when the hell something a little more meaningful and intimate on a soul level will appear and manifest in your life, check yourself, before you wreck yourself.

“You do not attract what you want. You attract what you are.”

-Wayne Dyer


Author: Bianca Garcia Cruz

I’m a 5 foot, twenty-one year old former fashion student from the Philippines who currently has absolutely no idea what she’s doing with her life. But besides that, I’m a struggling vegan, triggered feminist, self-proclaimed environmentalist, Facebook social justice warrior, and everything else you find annoying.

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