Contemplating giving up on love and romance and some other things
I was out last night with friends in Guildford and I had hoped to bump into a guy who got chatting to me the weekend before. It didn’t happen though and while I looked around hoping to see someone who looked nice, all I saw were drunken idiots and “kids” in their twenties. I got come onto by a 21 year old vet, a 25 year old who, while being very cute, was clearly just a player (he started dancing with me). And overall in the man-steaks it was just a disaster – apart from the people I actually went out with – a friend and her two male friends, who were all very nice.
I’m also feeling fairly shit about a lot of other things too. I can’t say what but it’s left me feeling, yet again, like I’m somehow a failure at life, love and friendships. Not sure exactly what I’ve done wrong – what I’ve done to deserve this.
Yeah, I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself right now.