Singular Mess

I know. It's another perfectly good Friday night, gone down the drain, spent staring into--not some sweet human pair of eyes--but into a vast screen of nothing and something called the Internet.

I have just spent the last four hours or so bantering with Ligaya over YM, now discussing topics ranging from boys to men (hehe) and arguing for the umpteenth time about this frustrating creature called Mr. Frog.

The single life was the last topic we were discussing before I made a quick dash for Blogger.

Boy. Why do I get the feeling that the single life is getting more frustrating, as the days go by.

I couldn't even get a decent date, for crying out loud!

Boys who leave notes for me at Friendster don't make for appealing menus, either.

They're either cute but brainless or un-cute and brainless.

Some can't even exhibit the slightest bit of finnesse as they let their sexual appetite show through their words.

YUCK.

I'd rather DIE a virgin than go out with these kinds of ... men!

Is it really this frustrating to remain a single now?

The hopeless romantic in me continues to believe it is not.

How I hope so!