Man Up ... Seriously

So, I'd just finished watching 'The City' last night (yes, I'm obsessed; yes, I have a sickness), in which a vile, two-timing male model named Adam convinced his naive model girlfriend Allie that he did not kiss that random girl (uh huh), and was reaching for my phone to text Patricia, when she texted me.

Patricia: i hate model adam from the city. he represents everything that is evil about men. that is all.
Me: I know! ... MEN!!
Me, follow-up: Wait, not men -- BOYS

Add this to more quotes from the 12th Grade Statistics Notebook of Romantic Anguish, as requested by Christy. Here are five that seemed very apropos:

5. I couldn't go to sleep b/c I kept wondering if he'd call. Or why he hadn't called. Or where he could be.

4. What if I wait ... and wait ... and wait ... for NOTHING!

3. I just don't understand. I keep trying to think of reasons why it fell apart -- if I did something wrong.

2. There are so many guys I could marry, but never date.

1. BOYS ARE DUMB

It's a bit disturbing that, basically, nothing's changed, at least when it comes to my love life.

So, whenever I start neurotically dissecting if some boy will call, or why the last one faded out, or whether Guy X really likes me or just kinda likes me -- I should think about what "social" Olivia said on the show: this isn't high school. Twelve years have passed by since penning the thoughts above. I really ought to have learned better by now. Time to forget dumb boys; bring on the Men.