It's Different for Girls. Kinda.

Yes, I tend to think that my shit doesn't stink, and thank you for asking. However! There are also those times when I am truly humbled, bamboozled, and basically mind f*cked by the opposite sex.

Case in point: the guy that chases me all night, grabs every opportunity to get me alone, wants my number, wants to go out, wants me to meet his parents (by this time I'm so freaked out I'm running out the door) but he finally wears me down and I give him the digits. "Poor sap," I think smugly. "I'm probably the best thing that's happened to him in a while." And then....nothing. No call, no text, no email, it's like he's been abducted by aliens. WTF, indeed.

Or even worse, the guy that totally revs my engines, has me making out with him at the back of the dive bar after an hour, takes me home, removes every article of clothing from our bodies, and then whispers in my ear... "It's getting late--let me walk you to your car." Wha??!?! So off I go, dazed and confused, so hot and bothered I'm ready to hump the nearest fire hydrant, and finally coming to a true understanding of the phrase "blue balls."