Boys are stupid

Do I really need to say any more? This has just about been my worst year of dating ever. No wait, it HAS been my worst year of dating ever. If you are allergic to complaining you may not want to continue reading, though I think maybe only Blake will read this. Oh, that is unless it gets put on Facebook in which case I will have to go and delete it . . .
Anyways, my third and FINAL relationship for the year has failed, this one must have been doomed from the start. Somebody slap me if I try to date again any time soon. The chances of that are slim to nil however due to the facts that:
a) I really don't want to be crushed and humiliated again for a while
b) I have got to loose some weight before any guys will even look at me without disgust (this year has really stressed me out)
c) dating is stupid!
I should have known better, I really should have, I mean who am I kidding right? But I still want to cling a little longer to the idea that he is out there; the man who will see me walking across his path and decide that he has to meet me and then he will ask around until he finds out who I am and will nervously come up to me and try to be cool while he intriduces himself (or gets someone else to) and then we will engage in nervous small talk and I won't be able to get him out of my head for the rest of the day and we will find ways to bump into each other until he has the nerve to ask me on a date which will be the best night of my life so far even if it is fraught with mishaps which will only make him all the more endearing and we will become passionately in love with each other and have eyes for no one else.

Ok, so maybe I've read too many romantic stories, but it could happen, right?

I'm an idiot. That stuff doesn't happen in real life to chubby geeks like me and the rapture is going to happen first anyways . . .