Why are the men in this city so stupid?

Can it be possible for an entire city of men to be unnaturally altered?

I think it can, because that is the case. A friend of mine holds a theory about the men in this particular city being...well, stupid. As in they do not see a good woman when one is standing right in front of them. As in they know NOT the meaning of communication. As in they may as well all be gay, because those of us who have brains, are outspoken, adventerous do not appeal to the mass made native man. Uh, really?

Yes...I am venting. It is the only alternative to bottling up and holding in my thoughts and feelings in which case I'd end up a crotchety old female and would actually probably be more appealing to the non-entities that are native men. anyways-

I promise I'm not crazy. I don't crowd, I'm fun to talk to, I'm hella fun physically, I really am cool. So, por que no llamas? (That was, 'why didn't you call?' in Spanish) At least, I think it was. Not only does he chose not to call, he chooses not even to speak at our workplace. Touchy, touchy, i know. Dating at work can be sticky, but he was worth it...or so I thought. I liked everything about him. His eyes, his smile, his voice...he played keys - which I love. He has tattoos - which I love. He has great style and was interested. That never happens. The men I like are maybe 2 out of 10 interested in me, so I'm pumped.

He asks me out on a date. We go out. Have a grand old time...hang out for like 6 hours. 6 hours! Granted, two or four of that were spend in a delicious make out session, but THAT is not the point. If anything, that should be a good influence in calling me back. so...6 days later I got nothing. Maybe half the times I contact him, I get a response back. Really? I do not understand.

I had coffee with a guy friend of mine today- a straight one- and I asked him, "Is there something repellant about me? Like anything that would have you making a cross with your hands and swearing me off forever?" He laughed and had me explain the situation. The only thing he could say, which was not a bad thing in his eyes, is that I'm very honest and open. I guess the natives don't like that.


That's it? Well, all this to say I'm 'bout done with these natives. They can't tell which is their ass or their elbow, and before I start pissing from the crook of my arms, I'm finding a way out of here.