Then The Heavens Opened And...

Ok, seriously?
Can I level with you?

I think I'm going to buy a vibrator and swear off men altogether.

The past three guys I've dated (and each time I wasn't even looking for someone to date) have all pretty much pretended like I didn't exist after two weeks or so.

I conclude that it must be me. Three different guys, each somewhat similar but more different than alike, each of them pulling the fuck-and-leave card.

Apparently I was born with the man-repellent gene.

And, excuse me for chalking it up to DNA, but what can I say?

The first guy I met through a friend, and he seemed pretty cool. I wasn't looking for anything serious, he apparently thought I was, and dropped me like I was hot.

The second guy, well...something similar I guess. I don't really want to get into it.

The third guy, this last one, did seem like a decent guy. He's younger than me, which was a little strange at first, but he's really into music, has a decent sense of humor, not to mention a drop-dead gorgeous body and smile. Even Lindsey liked him. EVEN ALBERT LIKED HIM. Those are the two hardest people to impress with guys I've been seeing. So, after we hang out for a few days (not straight), I take him home and have hardcore sex with this kid, because, hey, I have needs too.

I think you can guess what happened after that.

Long story short: why is it so hard to find a decent, steady lay by someone who is not a complete douche bag?

I mean, obviously something about my personality (or potentially my appearance) is unattractive. I've learned a thing or two in the past few years, so I don't think it's my bedroom performance.

Or is it that I refuse to change who I am for someone I've just met? I'm going to be myself regardless, and what I really want to do is just chill.

It didn't bother me at first, but after three times and having my sexual dry spell on the line, it's become a little nerve-wracking.

I just had sex for the first time in nearly six months, and I don't want to go back. I can't wait another six. Or five or four. Or even two for that matter.

UGH! I'm so frustrated.

Can I get an epiphany, or something, please?