While your mother may call you picky, we call you self-aware.
Ever seen a breathtakingly beautiful woman and not said anything because she was “out of your league? Seriously, this isn't a concept you should even think about.
Of course, I finally stop lying to myself and acknowledge the guy is a complete fucking douchebag through whom I'm seeking approval (ladies, I know some of you hear me). You get to experience a fleeting sense of validation that you’ve been accepted into a virtual cool-kids club and someone thinks you’re good enough.
Guy goes radio silent for three days, then starts texting me exclusively after 1am. The League only gives you five matches a day -- helllooo! And with that low number, you're also unnervingly aware of the fact that you'll be called out as flaky if you don't talk to these people.
I put myself down despite the other redeeming qualities I have.
I viewed my worth as based on how attractive other people thought I was.