Fussy Ol' Me

Okay, I'm getting sick of the "why don't you have a boyfriend" question. Pah. Like as if a boyfriend is a must to live. Ugh.

A few things the masses need to know about me, I suppose.

(a) I attract the wrong kinds of guys - meaning, the ones I'm not likely to be attracted to.
(b) I'm attracted to the wrong kinds of guys - those who aren't likely to be attracted to me.
(c) I'm fussy beyond belief: One tiny thing can get on my nerves and turn me off faster than you can say "skin and bones".
(d) I'm a hopeless romantic - no spark, no thanks.
(e) I don't exactly get out enough to actually come into contact with potential spark-ers.
(f) You could say I've had enough of being on the uh, stronger side. I want to whine and be pampered.. for once. Blah.

So there you have it. Until I start crush-ing hopelessly on some poor, unlucky sod, I'm gonna be enjoying the freedom (or boredom.. however you want to look at it) of the single life.

I hope no one asks me anymore. I swear, if I hear that question one more time I'll scream. Like, literally.