ice cream at my door.

*EDIT

someone told me recently, "if a guy likes you, he'll make sure you're his top priority. " if he can't even do that, then he's not worth your time.

i can vouch on my life; i have not met a single guy who was willing to do that for me. once all the hype has died down, and they've gotten what they want, they find themselves unable to focus their tiny attention span on you for longer than 5 seconds.

can you really blame me for being jaded and cynical?

you know, i'm starting to believe i REALLY am meeting all the wrong men and/or hanging out with the wrong crowd. how come i never knew that having ice cream brought to your door was an existing dating ritual? i only found out by default, watching grey's anatomy.

find me a man who will bring ice cream to MY door, and i'll... i don't know what i'll do, but i'll do something.

*apparently, human beings DO read my blog after all.

proof of that being: a bundle of cheery-looking sunflowers and ben & jerry's ice cream at my door, or staircase. thank you. it really made my day, may not have seemed it - though i'm sure i looked positively charming in my winnie the pooh pyjama top + bear and star covered boxers heh - you can blame last night's sobfest for the throbbing headache and swollen eyes, resulting in the none-too-sunny disposition, but it did.

dammit. now i'm gonna have to do ... 'something'!

so there.

i'm so weary, all this (soul-mate)searching has worn me out. i don't want to look anymore. can't god just send someone down to me, make it easier somehow? someone loving pretty smart romantic caring generous loyal etc? (i'll even forgo the curly hair if the above listed are in order) oh, preferably lean and taller than me.

i hate them. thank god i'm starting work soon; i can't believe i actually said that. that said, with my luck i'll probably be working in an all-female working environment. whoopdeedoo.