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I despise the fact that my blog is slowly, but surely becoming an endless rant about guys, nevertheless here I am...

How could I have been so foolish as to think going for someone like that guy would have worked out? Everyone told me, "Heidi, you're sooo much better than him. He's not on your level. He is not your type at all." I didn't even realize I had a "type," but apparently according to my friends I do. The "type" I normally go to (according to the experts) is, "uppity (thanks Andy), extremely intelligent, attractive, accomplished and often has money."  Gosh, that description makes me sound like Anna Nicole Smith--what a gold-diggin' bitch I am. 

No, but I mean really...what was I thinking? I guess maybe the loneliness or wanting a connection with someone so badly finally got to me.  What upsets me the most about the situation isn't necessarily that he wasn't "into me," but was that he lied to my friends about the situation, which despite the fact that they've known him for their entire lives, they still believe me.  This speaks poorly of his character and hopefully highly of mine. Yet, I'm still left unsatisfied by the situation. I've been burned one too many times. I think I'll seriously just run off and join the covenant some where. Nuns can still masturbate, right?