I don't think I'll ever love again.

In my short 3 1/2 years in HKSS,
I've been romantically linked to no less
than 12 girls.

And for some one who's
as big of a douche bag/loser (depending on who you ask)
that's quite an impressive, fear inducing number.

Thinking back, I don't think I know how incredibly brilliant
I have been to get out of every single one of those scraps-nearly-unscathed.

However, with every experience with the diffent personalities,
the pychos to the boring, the obsessive to the down right arrogant ones,
I think has left me more and more traumatised.

In fact, I think that I might be able to blame my sorry plight on
every single one of those 12 ladies.
Every single one of them leaving an undeniable mark in my life,
making the prospect of dealing with females more and more frightening.

For example a simpe question like,
"Oh, sorry. Are you okay? Please Don't get mad.."
can be intepreted by the females, depending on their mood,
as 'cute/sensitive' or 'being such a whimpy douche bag'.

It's experiences like this that has probably scarred the many
ugly, but nevertheless beautiful person on the inside, people
into being nervous wreck who stutters and mumbles when confronted
by a girl.

I've already passed being a nervous wreck,
I've reached the stage where I flee in terror, soiling my pants
whenever there's a chance for female contact.

I blame the females of the world for being so utterly evil and cruel,
making such geeks out of guys who otherwise would have been
fantastc individuals.

You people are evil and mean!
I'm going back to my mommy, at least she thinks I'm special.
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The author would like to note that he is not adverse to meeting
any half-decent female who will worship him like a god.
In fact, e-mail me why don't you? It's: iamahuman@gmail.com
pretty soon we might even start discussing plans for the
creation of my genetically perfect children, and how you're going
to sell your soul just so I can have a kick ass time wasting away your
money. That's right. Your money is my money, and my money belongs to me.