Let none say I've not done my utmost. I've swallowed my shyness, learned to speak up, put in my time at the gym. Moisturized and buffed and polished and trimmed. Kept my mind open. Danced. Dined. Listened with all the interest I could muster. Sympathized, empathized. Put myself out there. Said hello. Bought drinks. Accepted drinks. Kissed and been kissed. Loved and...not been.
This morning, after a night of sleepless contemplation, the truth-telling light of dawn revealed to me a fugitive vision of my future:
I hate men. I give up. I am retiring to the remotest mountaintop monastery I can find and never coming out again. Although yes, I do see an issue with trying to get away from men by moving to a monastery. No plan is perfect.
First one to the apartment gets to keep the stash. And Dolores.