Plugging Away

Well, the rejections just keep on coming.  I'm beginning to look at this as some fun.  I mean, how many different ways can men come up with to reject me?  And how long will it go on before I start to take it personally?

All I can say is it's a damn good thing that I've read so many self-help books over the years.  'Cuz if I had any less stable a self-image, I'd be a jiggling pile of Jell-O™, curled up in a dark corner and vowing never again to approach another man.

As it is, I keep finding the challenge refreshing.

Maybe I'm trying too hard - you know, trying to make up for lost time.  All those years I saw around hoping the guys I was interested in would talk to me and they didn't?  Maybe that's why I've been so bold about approaching men lately.

Someone told me it's a numbers game.  On one hand, I can see that, but on the other hand, it's sorta depressing to think that meeting the love of your life (or even the love of the next six months) comes down to random chance.  The romantic in me doesn't want to accept anything so clinical.

In the meantime, I guess I'm gonna keep plugging away.