Manifesto of the Single Girl

Welcome to Hamilton, where the dating pool is a cess pool. Seriously. Why I even bother, is beyond me. I had a horrible night last night.....someone, I believe it was Woody Allen, said that being bisexual guarantees you a date on Saturday night. Bullshit. It just makes you hate both genders equally. I'm through with dating. Being alone is better than trying to stand an evening with anyone else. People are such disgusting, stupid creatures. Exhibit A: Some dumbass wanted me to live with him in Michigan after knowing him less than a week, then said I wasn't interested in him b/c I was a racist. Exhibit B: Smothering girl I met online who texted non stop, then got mad b/c I didn't want to meet her. Exhibit C: Guy that stood me up tonight. Exhibit D: Guy who let his creepy friend hang around all night, until I was so disturbed I walked 2 miles home in heels. All of these people are lunatics, and even bigger train wrecks than I am. Oh, yeah, there was also the girl who called me 23 times in the space of two hours........do you get my point? I'd like to meet a nice person, but I don't think it's possible. Thus, I give up. Single people are single for a reason- they aren't worth dating. Maybe it's true of me too, I don't know. My ex drilled it into me that I am worthless. Perhaps she was onto something? Also, I think people sense that I am damaged, like animals that can smell wounded prey. It just seems no one is satisfied until I am bled dry. Well, I reached that point tonight, so let me be!