For a minute, I actually wondered why Sixteen Candles was one of my favorite movies. And then I remembered that when I watched it when I was a high schooler, I wholly identified because I was a spazz and always hoped I would be lucky enough to have some super cool guy see beyond that. Years later, I'm still a fucking spazz and I'm beginning to think I have a better chance being struck by lightning than making something work. Just an inkling of a fuzzy and I'm all "oh shit, was that a feeling?! Self-destruct mode, on. Deny, deny, deny! Spazz, spazz, spazz! Run, run, run! Start the annihilation process." I'm a stupid jerk.
Sex makes me stupid. Lack of sex makes me stupid. Guys make me stupid. But I was just stupid from the start. I'm just gonna find a hole and hope it caves in. Pity party, table for one.
ETA: This why I don't date (or not, as the case may be) even put out myself out there. Fucking melodramatic nature rearing its ugly head. Who has time for this shit?