Dirty Feet

I just don't get men. Well, let's be frank, and say I don't get most women, either. At what point do people stop playing games? I don't say things I don't mean, don't do things that I don't want to (well, okay, there are some things I do even when I don't want to, but that's because a roof over my head is a good thing), and don't like it when other people play games.

So why is it that the only man I know who doesn't play games can't get a decent relationship to save his life? What is so terrifying about a guy who treats his dates well, is financially and emotionally stable, and is honest, open, and straightforward? What is it about that that makes women run the other way? Hell, if there was even an inkling of a spark between us, I'd be on that like white on rice. (Sadly, there isn't...not a lick...and in some ways, that really sucks, but what can you do?)

And why is it that women I know who are constructed beyond belief (fake nails, hair color, boobs, tan, etc) and dumber than a box of rocks can't fend the guys off fast enough, while I and other women I know can't get a date? I'm not horrifyingly ugly or morbidly obese, I have a kick ass sense of humor and some killer hair, and yet...dateless for 3 years. And other women I know are in the same boat.

I don't usually go in for pity parties, but damn. I'm getting kinda tired of the bullshit that seems to have replaced real human relationships.