Call me company

I am hereby announcing that I am throwing in the proverbial towel of love. I have officially given up on ever getting married or having kids. Fish have to swim, birds have to fly, and I have to go dateless. Not for lack of trying, mind you. There are girls that I like, but I've probably blown any chances I have. If you get that desperate that you renounce your quest on social networking sites, you've sunk pretty low.

I'm a little surprised that I didn't do this earlier. I mean, in the time it's been since I had a date, I saw a black man become President, saw the Dude win an Oscar, became an uncle twice over, saw my brother get his own girlfriend, and graduated from college. I mean, this is how pitiful I am. Five years and not one single, solitary date.

Many of the people I knew in high school have gotten married. Some have even become parents. Not that I was looking to become a father myself, but the companionship would have been nice. In a way, I kind of get it. It goes in a vicious cycle- girls can't love me because I can't love myself because I don't inspire others, and so on and so forth. I guess I'm just not "boyfriend material."

Ironically, since I have Papa Roach on my playlist right now, maybe I shouldn't be giving up so easily. But how many failed attempts does it take before you can finally wash your hands clean? Sometimes, we just need to know when to quit.

Maybe I'll flip-flop on this issue. However, given my general stubbornness on many things, I don't see this happening anytime soon.

Maybe I should hang a sign on my neck that says, "Call me company" and listen to Fall Out Boy. For those who don't get the reference, they have a song that features the lyric, "This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loves me." And since misery loves company, strap a sign on me and call me company.

That's all for this post. Maybe it'll get better, but I've always been a glass half-empty person, so I don't see it happening anytime soon.