So if nice guys finish last, where does that leave us girls?

I hate relationships. It’s all so confusing and such a big game. I just want to scream from the rooftops right now. I mean seriously, I’m a fairly attractive chic, wickedly witty, I have a good job, I love football, etc, etc.  So why, why, why, is it that every guy I meet ends up being the worlds biggest liar, dickhead, cheater….you name it. And if he isn’t then for some reason I have no attraction whatsoever to him. I give. I quit. Here’s my towel, I’m calling it a game.

People spend their whole lives trying to figure out the opposite sex and you would think that someone would have gotten somewhere with that at some point. But the fact of the matter is that it is confusing, irritating, heartbreaking and eats away and your ability to trust another person. One day I will elaborate more on this, but right now I’m just angry and hurt and just a little more broken today than I was yesterday. Tomorrow will be better, I’ll start picking up the pieces then, but for now I just want to look at them one more time, relish in the fact that they are broken and can’t be fixed, and then be excited about the freedom that gives me.