when it's raining men...

most of the time, it ends up just being a fucking flood. and not in the "yay, more men for me" type of flood, a death and destruction flood. yeah, so, all those men i was talking about? aside from the message board guy, they don't exist. literally, they do exist (unless, of course, they are really 12 year old girls fucking with me), but in terms of my life? not so much. the IT guy, who seemed genuinely nice and interested, got a full blown breakdown of my schedule and went MIA. the fiasco never showed, or never called, so fuck him six ways from sunday. god, I am so over that boy. and then there's the blogger. gosh, i'm so disapointed. it's retarded, really. a few (or ten) emails and such an amazing chat, and i get my hopes up. not the hopes that we're going to get married and have five babies, but just the hopes that someone, some man, would live up to what he was saying. would be able to say something 21st century romantic (he has a REALLY popular blog, which i emailed him about, and he said it was like my font was a different color. that's like a modern day taking off the coat and covering the puddle for the lady type thing, to me anyway...what was I saying?) and actually mean it. why, oh sweet jesus, why do i let this happen to myself? not to say i'm sitting here crying in my wine (oh, you know there's wine involved in this crap) over the lost opportunities of great love, but still!! what the fuck? what does a girl have to do around here to get some lovin'? or even just someone who doesn't lie or freak out the minute after i think that there might just be a possibility? fuck.