So pathetic old me has been dreaming about finding a boyfriend for, what? 11+ years? But, seriously, who doesn't want to fall in love and live happily ever after. Right?
Well, here has been my luck with men: My heart was totally crushed in junior high school, when the cutest boy in school stopped me in the library and told me he didn't want anything to do with me. Ouch. Why not just scar me for life? Since then, I've had several crushes that have gone absolutely no where, either because I've been deemed "unapproachable" or just plain "unworthy." Needless to say, I've become a shy, self conscious, single woman.
Moved to a new state to go to college--tons of cute guys--all already in relationships. I see a hot guy in the movies and notice him holding hands with the guy beside him. Seriously, I'm sick of guessing at who is single, who is straight, who is sincerely interested. I gave up.
I have truly become a cynical person when it comes to dating; I'm angry with most of the male population, and I'm angry with myself for being so damn shy and untrusting. So, despite the fact I harassed my mother for trying a dating website, I found myself signing up for the same site.
So far, I've ironically found more fights than flirts on this. I've been deemed a racist, for not finding black men particularly attractive. I've been stalked by an old geezer, or two, who, for the record, could not spell to save their lives. The creeps sure know how to find me, and none of the "cute" guys find me attractive, or interesting enough to talk to--and the guys who ARE interested are upset because I refuse to give out my cell phone number, or send them more pictures of myself. So I give up!
Internet dating sucks, and I will proudly live out the rest of my days as a strong, single, woman... alone, on the top of a mountain, with my 7 cats.