I hate dating. It really sucks. Or maybe I'm just dating the wrong people. I know I've had a terrible history with dating the worst possible people I could find (especially my short history of boyfriends-- no offense to any of them who may be reading this, but, well, you were). Last night I got a little excited about meeting up with this guy I'd been talking to a little while. We agree to meet at a coffee shop. He proceeds to run into, not just one but two friends of his whom he goes and talks to for quite a long time, ignoring me all the while. Occasionally I would try to interject in the conversation, but he really wasn't interested in having me a part and I was getting more and more annoyed. Finally, I played the "pretend you have a phone call on your vibrating cell and excuse yourself" routine and step outside for a fake conversation, only to come back in and say that I need to go. I hate men and I hate dating.