Done With GuysI'm done with guys for good. After my fiasco with Noam, I had a bit of hope that things might improve, but no, I'm just destined to be single forever.
This year I actually had a chance for a date, but of course nothing came out of it. Here's what happened: I asked my guy friend, whom I kinda like, out for coffee and he said yes. It's impossible to describe how great I felt afterwards; I practically glowed. I thought that maybe, just maybe, a cool, nice, funny, and cute guy can be willing to spend time with me and that however small, the chance of getting a guy to like me was still there.
...And then my luck changed. My friend Samantha, who I knew was a potential rival before because she kinda likes him too and they went to the movies together, called me and said that they went on more dates than that one and that he actually kissed her on the lips. I almost died. And then she had the nerve to say that maybe he doesn't even like her. Well, excuse me, but IF YOU KISS SOMEONE ON THE LIPS, YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH THEM!!!
I was in tears for the rest of that day and only until the next day did I realize why she happened to call me on that day. I totally forgot that asking the guy out was such a huge step for me, that I felt the need to tell someone. So I told our other friend, Ellen, and she told Sam to call me, so I won't get hurt any further.
Anyway, my point is, I'm never even going to dare have hope for any nice and attractive guy to like me because that's less likely than hell freezing over. I won't be stupid anymore.