Boys, Boys, Boys

I have now come to realize that it doesn't matter how old or how young, all boys are pretty much stupid.

Today was full of ridiculous boy behavior. First, I got a call from a boy I haven't heard from in months. An abrupt departure, even more abrupt re-entry. I'm still not sure how to process it. Of course, over the past months I spent a good amount of time texting him angrily. I'm not sure if it was worse that he neglected me, or if I was worse with my messages. Hopefully, this will be a permanent re-entry. I don't take lightly to being shut out completely and left in the dark. Regardless, I'm still confused.

I was on my computer when I get an email from this crazy ass fucker. The back story is that I met him online. He seemed pretty cool, but I wasn't sure. He called me ALL the time, and would text me constantly. It was nice attention at first, but a little much. I agreed to go out with him. We hung out one time and he was continually posting sappy things on my FB and then deleting them. Eventually, I thought he'd cool out. Nope. He would freak out if I didn't answer his text messages, call me names, try to make me feel bad for him, and kept up all these things. My last straw was that he deleted and re-added me on FB, and then asked me for my # because he had deleted it. I told him No. He agreed to leave me alone. I was blocked. Whatever! Then he UNBLOCKED me, and THEN, he emails me saying "Hey you're so fine let me have your number please." WHAT THE FUCK?! Not only was I creeped out when you thought we were soulmates, but now you have decided that after I told you to fuck off, you're going to try again!? Oh hell no. *insert triangle snap here.*

The little bit of sane boy in my life, isn't even a fixture. And as discussed drunkenly last night at an engagement celebration, I really don't know how to charm or impress a boy in real life with any of my social skills. Any time I improve this, I generally ruin it. This happens many ways: drunk dialing, drunk texting, awkward conversation, uncomfortable panic attacks in which I forfeit my normalcy and personality for coming off as 'shy' or 'quiet' because of all the preceding. It's just one big FAIL. Oh, man.

Arranged marriages seem far more appealing when you deal with fuckin freaks. This doesn't even cover the 21 year old jealous baby, the mailbox stalker, or jersey shore guy. I'm not the classiest bitch, but I'm not going to be settling for scary people at any point in time.