I've had fleeting moments of being in love with myself, but for the most part I've been a jilted narcissist. I'm fascinated by those people whose self-esteem is so boundless that they can just talk and talk about themselves for hours. I don't know why, but I seem to attract a lot of those types. It's like I'm wearing a sign that says, "If you have something good to say about yourself, come sit by me."