it's February in a day and ofcourse the whole valentine's shenanigan and rascality begins. actually it has begun. and this is me...the self acclaimed grinch who stole valentine's...can't be bothered...can't be arsed...not dating...not hoping...in short...YUCK!
i'm at this stage where it's all so difficult to separate the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goat, the boys from the men, the frogs from the princes, so why bother at all. what i mean is, there are guys who signify interest and it turns out that they are so bloody unserious and just waste your time for a month (it's even worse when it goes beyond a month).
so that's it, i'm not even bothering myself. as far as i'm concerned, every boy that comes along is the same as the last unless they can prove otherwise, and hey, they only get a month to do that. don't get me wrong, i'm not giving up...it's just that all i know about love and dating is a distant memory...once upon a time.