Buggering Crap Monkies

I'm annoyed at all men. Actually, more my taste in them versus which ones of them follow me around. The ones I like are either completely uninterested, interested in someone else, dating someone else (to which I want to say "Have you thought of giving up your girlfriend for lent?" )or else they are married. The ones that like me? Other than the drunk and homeless, I get the overly needy. Must be my counsellor stamp. You know, the one on my head that says "Please tell me your life story. I want to know."

One guy I met in Vegas (called "The Italian") kept reminding me of someone. I couldn't figure it out. He was sweet, cute and very attentive. I could not figure it out. Then it dawned on me. Monty. The Italian reminded me of my dog. And the more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. He wanted to make me happy, he was very anxious to do the right thing, he wanted to be touching me at all times and was thrilled by any attention I gave him. Great boost for the ego, but Mel pointed out that more than a few days of that and I may have stabbed him with my fork.*

I just can't seem to find a happy medium. I either find the completely indifferent or the overly desperate. The search seems never ending. I'm at the point where I want to give up entirely. I'm fairly happy being single and being in charge of my own life. I'm a little frustrated and lonely and annoyed, but whatever. It might just be me.

I'm also very grouchy right now, so that might have something to do with it. I hate coming home from vacation. I'm overly exhausted and grouchy and came home to all the same problems that existed when I left. Oh well. For a few days I forgot about it. That should be good enough.


*I shouldn't have talked about him. He just called and now wants to come to Canada. Yikes.