Can some people just be unlucky in love? Are some people just terminally inept at it? It can't just be me ... the law of averages dictates that out of 7 billion people, there must be more than me. I'm not going to make this out to be some sort of sob-story. I figure it must just be the women that I'm attracted to. I meet them, I get on with them, I start to fall and then ... they talk about their boyfriend. This is the luck that I speak of. Somehow this is worse than an out-and-out rejection because with that at least I'm not engaged in the person.
I think I should just give up, it would probably mean ... something ...
I think I should just give up, it would probably mean ... something ...