Talk to the Hand

A little while ago I mentioned that a cute soccer player had emailed me. We messaged back and forth for a few weeks and he seemed like a nice fellow. Well, apparently the feeling wasn't mutual because he suddenly stopped corresponding.

One day we're picking out China patterns, the next he's busy getting cozy with some blond coed he met in the produce aisle of the supermarket.

But seriously, it's impossible not to feel a little hurt when you get blown off. Even if you never met the person, getting virtually dissed makes anyone curl their bottom lip and sag their shoulders.

I'm aware I've returned the favor to a few men in my day, so I'm not having a pity party. And I'm sure I'll be blown off again in the future. But I won't let that stop me. (Stands on desk).

No matter how many times a guy sees my smiling picture in his inbox with a Hey how was your weekend? message attached and hits DELETE, I will not fall down! No matter how many times a man says, "Best of luck" in the middle of a crowded park, I will not falter! No matter how many times I "wink" at a cute guy and he totally ignores me after seeing my profile, I will prevail!

But I reserve the right to continue rejecting 97% of the weirdos who email me.