I hate boys. But I hate myself more. I hate myself because I fucking fell for it. I actually let some crawl under my barbed wire fence. He was nice and cute and a good worker. He joked around and was serious when he needed to be. I thought the feelings that I had were mutual. I even got teased by other co-workers about how we "flirted". But he ended up asking some other girl, another co-worker, to hang out with him. So now I am done.

I was advised by so many people over God knows how many times that I should open myself up to people. That that would be the only way to find "love". Well I call bullshit. Fucking prove it. You can't. I hear this from co-workers that are married or engaged. Its very easy for them to say that. Im done though. I dont need to get burned by a stove twice to know that its hot. Once is anough for me. Consider this case closed.

Would I be friends with the guy? Sure. Anything else? Not on your life. Why? Because I am not a masochist or an idiot. I will use this metaphor and then leave it at that. If you are allergic to bees, everything will be fine for you as long as you dont get stung and stay away from hives.