It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone

I think I’m in love with the idea of being in love. And who can blame me? The propaganda that the TV and movies feed you sure doesn’t help.

Sometimes it’s hard to resist temptation, you know? The first guy that’s remotely nice to you and you immediately think he’s probably THE ONE.

I sure sound like a sap right about now.

But that’s the truth of the matter.

I guess when it comes to love, it’s a risk-it-all or die trying sort of business.

I guess it’s especially hard when you realise that none of the guys around you fit your description of the perfect guy. Or at the very least, a good guy that likes you for who you are.

And when you resort to trying to go online in search of guys, they all either turn out crappy or… crappily horny.

Maybe it’s the whole ‘Valentine’s Day’ spirit still lodged down there somewhere. I don’t know.

All I know is, some people are really lucky they found someone special, and yet, they don’t treat it as well as they should.

Horrible, horrible feeling.