Whatinhell's wrong with me, anyway?
I don't whinge about this much anymore, but in the back of my mind--quite often--is the fact that I'm quite sick and tired of being alone, anymore. Tired of it.
When I hit on someone, she's either taken or has decided I'm not her type or doesn't even realize I've been hitting on her. One or the other.
On the VERY rare occasions I get hit on, it's by someone I'm not attracted to. Mind you, this comes up once ever two years--tops--so take it with a grain of salt about the size of a phone book. And about four times out of every five, she's got a substance-abuse problem or some kind of mental/emotional problem like schizophrenia or clinical depression; there'z a flashing neon sign over my head whut sez, "Junkies and Crazies, Get It Here!"
Obviously, I'm doing something wrong. Whatever it is, I am eternally in the Friend Zone™ OR I have to relax my standards (though no-more-than-TWICE-as-crazy-as-me and at-least-marginally-attractive seem like pretty damn liberal standards, frankly)...
I have value, dammit! I matter, I'm good people! Why is it that the only people who see that are either insane or not even remotely my type? Or taken?
I d'know... No, really; I don't. I either need to be fixed up or I need a flirting coach or sumfin'. Or a pheromone transplant. Or extensive plastic surgery. Or SOMEthing. Cuz I'm really damn tired of being alone.
When I hit on someone, she's either taken or has decided I'm not her type or doesn't even realize I've been hitting on her. One or the other.
On the VERY rare occasions I get hit on, it's by someone I'm not attracted to. Mind you, this comes up once ever two years--tops--so take it with a grain of salt about the size of a phone book. And about four times out of every five, she's got a substance-abuse problem or some kind of mental/emotional problem like schizophrenia or clinical depression; there'z a flashing neon sign over my head whut sez, "Junkies and Crazies, Get It Here!"
Obviously, I'm doing something wrong. Whatever it is, I am eternally in the Friend Zone™ OR I have to relax my standards (though no-more-than-TWICE-as-crazy-as-me and at-least-marginally-attractive seem like pretty damn liberal standards, frankly)...
I have value, dammit! I matter, I'm good people! Why is it that the only people who see that are either insane or not even remotely my type? Or taken?
I d'know... No, really; I don't. I either need to be fixed up or I need a flirting coach or sumfin'. Or a pheromone transplant. Or extensive plastic surgery. Or SOMEthing. Cuz I'm really damn tired of being alone.