I'm mad.
I'm mad and I'm bitter and I want to talk about it. With you.
I'm cursed with the inability to meet a man, well, in person. I'm that girl in the corner of the coffee shop with her nose in a book. I'm not the sassy temptress that men usually talk to. So this leaves me with two options: 1) Buy a cat and hope someone, someday, bothers to talk to me – or – 2) the internet. I've been on the ‘net trying to find love since I turned 18.
But this isn't why I'm mad.
That's right: my lack of personal skill and the fact that men will never be terribly interested in me without having to first read my profile – that (surprisingly) doesn't bother me (anymore).
So what's pissed me off? Well that's easy: I got dumped the day before Valentine's Day.
This article appears in Feb 18-24, 2009.