WTF?!??!

So...... I give you the news that I am going on a date and then.......

Hello...... Soleil.....
HELLO.....
IS ANY ONE THERE?!?!

And the answer is-

After a cataclysmic car accident of epic proportions on the day of scheduled date....

I am still yet to meet Suit, the workaholic. And maybe he just not that into me. How can he be? I'm just a person he calls and messages occasionally..... Sometimes drunk.... sometimes....... EVEN sober.

So. That one is a BIIIIG question mark. The messaging/calling relationship is 'working' for him I suppose....And counting chickens is not such a good idea. It's time for ME to diversify my funds.

In other news, the boundary between friend and more than friends was blurred the other day as the vulnerable Soleil's 'knight in shining armour' best male friend comforted her on a cold, lonely night. God, it was weird. And I knew it would be. It was just..... wrong. Because kissing a friend- just feels..... WRONG. Angelina/Billy Bob wrong. I can't articulate how wrong. The kiss- it wasn't a fish kiss like the last friend who went there..... But devoid of chemistry it was just not what I was looking for. And I wonder- do guys feel that way when they kiss a chick who is too into them? Or.... do they feel the same ALL the time?  And..... the fish-kisser..... He soon wandered into obscurity after having enough of the prize he was after. Will this guy follow suit? *sigh*

Women are in general more emotional beings. Women have male friends they DON'T want to bang. And..... I like to think that I have male friends who DO NOT want to bang me. BUT...... the majority of men I ask on this issue disagree. Men want to bang their friends and will, like the praying mantis and certain types of spiders, die trying. It's in times like these that I am glad, but a little confused with the idea of being a woman. I, personally like being able to differentiate my friends from my lovers rather than confuse my brain's feelings of love for my "other brain's" feelings of love. On this matter, none of my ex-boyfriends are my friends and..... While once upon a time this caused me angst, I can understand from the point of view of the stranger sex why friendships just don't work from their side. I also refer to Awkward Boy who, earlier in the year spouted a whole heap of bullshit on horoscopes in an attempt to get me out of his house that morning and then called with 'HIS' decision of 'let's be friends'. Weirdo.

And do you know what? I TRIED to be friends with him. Because I didn't want to sleep with his stoned ass ever again but considered him nice enough to hang out with. And...... He ignored my texts.... phone calls..... and...... 7 months on...... unfriended me from a popular social networking site. WTF?!?!?

And, finally, the rest of the news. I replied to an email from a guy with a tattoo that said 'Carpe Diem'. I like the motto. Seize the day. Dead Poet's Society. I LOVE THAT MOVIE! And.... As for the motto itself... It's important. I'm all for it. And I told him that. And then........

Waiting for reply....

Waiting....

Wai.... Oh

*You've got mail!*

Reply reads: 'Well you were a waste of money, weren't you?'

What the?!  Guys. What is wrong with you? I REPLIED! Some of my family and friends tell me jokingly that I should contemplate changing teams. But.... After careful deliberation it will not happen for any less than a mute Scarlett Johansson. Why mute? Have you heard her sing? Anyway, it looks like this girl is on an impossible man hunt and needs to look beyond Suit. *sigh*