There are a lot of things going on in my life that I don’t understand. The one that fucks with me the most is probably the one that matters least – in the big picture anyway. I’m 35, reasonably good-looking, gainfully employed, and responsible. I also own a car and a bike. Why am I single? These fucking dating sites are moronic. Well, not so much the sites, but the people on them. People check out your little profile and you never hear from them. Fine, I get that, but what about the ones that check it out multiple times, add you to their favorites, and then you never hear from them? What the fuck is that about? Then there are the ones that you do manage to swap a couple of e-mails with or end up chatting to on messenger. Do they drop off of the planet? It’s just so fucking ridiculous. I’m running myself ragged looking for something that should be looking for me. And it’s not just my problem, either. My buddy is a firefighter in Sarasota. He’s having the same problem. Are we just fucking ogres? Statistically speaking, we should have women lined up at our door. Why is it that I see hot women with asshole guys? It makes me want to grab them and say, “hey he’s a prick. Look at me. See what you’re missing?” I guess the old adage holds true. Nice guys finish last.

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