Someday cats will eat my face

  I love when my period comes around and self-pity and sadness overwhelm me. It's the old, I'll be alone forever. I'm convinced I'll never find another man and live with cats who will eat my face when I die. I can tell you right now, none of my second dates are going to work out. They suck. I don't want a second date with any of them. I hate the players and the game. They're a bunch of jackasses. This dating site is bullshit, too. I had one guy send me a message. Normal, hey, how are you. We're making small talk. Then, he says something about being in a cheap hotel with his on-again, off-again. Says he's not sure what to call her since it's always changing. Gee, I think I see the problem. SHE'S CALLED A GIRLFRIEND! Maybe you have problems because you're on a DATING WEBSITE. GIRLS DON'T LIKE THAT IN A BOYFRIEND. I mean, I'm not Freud here, but that could cause problems. Jackass. The only guy I enjoy talking to seems to live too far away. Figures.