O Romeo, O Romeo, where for art thou?

So its Friday, and I am feeling quite melancholy. Why do most [young] people look forward to the weekend as the time to go out and have fun? I haven’t experienced that feeling in a long time. I mean, all I have to look forward to is another job to work, no possible social prospects or hook-ups. Great life huh? I mean, really am I THAT grotesque that hot people are not knocking down my door trying to rip off [my rather large] genitalia, just so that they can have some sort of keepsake in my own memory? You know what though? I have been told that I am very flakey, and that I bring all of this on myself. Yes, I do have prospects – wait scratch that – used to have prospects, but I have this horrible knack of finding almost EVERYONE so lame. Except for said Ex. With that said, I start to not return calls, or find some reason why I cant be in relationship. I then try to establish a sexual relationship, NSA, but by then its usually too late. By the time I realize that I am not interested, they have realized that they are and its all or nothing. So contrary to popular belief, dudes can be promiscuous. But at the end of the day all they want is some good ol’ fashion lovin. I mean, I have had hotties that would make you want to slap your mother, millionaires, people who can be your best friend AND your best friends best friends. But all of them are such lames, except for the best friends best friends. We still talk, but not attractive enough. Really I don’t have high standards, I really just want to chill with someone my age, cool, got something going for them, attractive with sex appeal. Is that REALLY so hard to find? I really don’t think I am looking for something out of my league, simply because I am not looking for that much.

So with that said, quite melancholy again…