Actually, I had to add to that.

Here's the thing- and seriously, don't feel too sorry for me. I DO get disappointed by guys. They always, always disappoint me. But it's not their fault, it's mine. It's my fault for ever believing that I was ever going to find anyone who wouldn't disappoint me. It's my fault for getting my hopes up, for thinking this time will be different- I'm not THAT girl. I'm not the one who gets men to fall in love with her- I'm the one who gets men to screw her and then take off- if it gets that far.

I'm not asking for diamonds, cars, marriage proposals, caviar and lobster- I want someone to be nice to me. To treat me with respect and maybe laugh at my jokes. I want someone to look at me the way I see other guys look at their girlfriends. I want someone to take an interest in me and what i do. What I don't want:

Guys who don't call.
Guys who only want one thing and ridicule and chastise me for not wanting it as well.
Guys who force me, or hit me.
Guys who lead me on.
Guys who lie.
Guys who treat me bad or make fun of me all the time.
Guys who tell me what's wrong with me.
Guys who don't look at me at all.

I'm not chopped liver. I may not be flawless, but I've worked hard to be what I am and I used to think I deserved a nice guy. But here's what I think now- yes, it is my fault. It's like beating myself over and over with a hammer and expecting it to feel good the next time. Its never going to change. I promise- I will not let it surprise me next time. Infact, fuck that. There will not be a next time. You think I have walls up now? Get ready for a god dammed fortress.

So there ya go.