I continue to find myself getting the short end of the stick in the guys I choose. Even when I think things are going great, fast forward a week and I’m wondering why I haven’t heard from him. For instance the other day I decided to hang out with this twink who needs a sandwich - totally not my type, but I figure you can never have too many friends - and it ended up going surprisingly well. After the coffee shop we were hanging out in started to close, I innocently decided to come back to his place to continue the conversation. Needless to say, we hooked up, but I didn’t even put out, because I really liked this guy and I wanted him to stick around for more than an evening. Afterwards, he played me a song on his guitar and sang to me, gave me a tour of the apartment that he shares with a crack dealer, and insisted that he couldnt wait to see me again. “Text me!” (vomit at my generation). The next day, I texted him…twice, against my better judgement, with no reply. Then a text the next day saying his phone was off, and I haven’t heard from him since. If this had been just another guy who I was into, but was out of my league, I would have almost expected that, such is my life. I’m just kicking myself, because I didn’t even want this guy, and still ended up being the needy, virgin, tumor in the end. I feel like I’m a major catch, but no one seems to agree… Fuck the gays