Well, yesterday my attitude was fuck them all, who needs a man? I was going to put away my porn and other sexual devises and wait for the sexual urges to go away and live in peace and happiness.

And today that stupid little optimist inside me said back up. Mom always said that I would cut off my nose to spite my face and I know it's true. And maybe someday, somewhere, somehow someone will love me and it won't be work or painful or frustrating.

But I'm obviously doing something wrong. Boys just don't like me. I know it's not because I'm fat because I get rejected by people who've never even seen me. Over and over, same old song and dance. For a lifetime. I have to be doing something wrong. Do I come on too strong? My version of flirting is super-duper sometimes over the top gushing flattery. Maybe that's where I should start. But how? It's 34 years of being who I am. I'm missing something somewhere but what? And where?