My 6'6'' baseball playing, sixpack sporting, sexy Texas originated conditioning teacher? Oh yes, I would go around all the bases with that hunk. The bearded basketball beauty in my Chemistry Lab? He could foul me all day long. Tall, dark, and handsome sitting behind me in Trigonometry? Well, let's just say he could solve for my cosine anytime. Maybe that didn't make sense, but my point is, damn, there are some fine looking gentleman in college, and I am not currently "talking" to any of them.
I took a BEAUTIFUL man to homecoming, and he turned out to be an asshole. Just my luck! When I think finally get the guy, he turns out to be a tool! Everywhere I turn I see romance blossoming. I hate it! But I can be honest with myself. I only hate it because I don't have it.
But does that mean I should give up all hope? Should I resign to the fact that I shall live a life of celibacy? Or am I just to sit and wait for a prince. Patience was never a talent of mine, yet I am too shy to go out and find him myself. This brings me back to my previous confession. I am hopelessly single! I like to think its not all because of my insecurities. If a guys likes me will he not make his sentiments known! Oh, Jane Austen! Why can't my love life be as eloquent as the ones you composed?
I also believe this may have something to do with the fact that I am taller than the average man, and men desire a small damsel that they can look after and protect. Well, unfortunately in this case I am far from that damsel, and when I am wrongly crossed, my Irish temper reveals itself in the form of a swift tongue and loose fist.
Oh, how I wish I could slap every man and convince them that the too small, open legged, short, fake tanned "hottie" at their side is only temporary! But alas! Until the day they come to this realization on their own, I shall remain... hopelessly single.
