Men Suck....Sucky...Sucky Men

My track record in romance is abysmal but I keep on trying. I wish like hell I could destroy this penchant I have for never giving up. It should be an admirable quality but it's not. If I was half as smart as I think I am, I'd just give up on love. Maybe I'm just one of those people who's meant to die lonely and alone. Good God do I sound pathetic. The reality is I keep on trying and no matter how many times I go to the dance and never get a partner, I keep going. I decided to give this online thing one more try and really thought I'd met someone. He was smart. He was funny. He was gainfully employed. I don't require much. We talked. We laughed. We shared stories and then he stopped calling. No e-mails. No nothing. After two weeks of barely communicating, he tells me he's found someone and they are 'both intent on persuing a relationship.' Say what! Gee, says I. I thought that's what we were doing. The fact is, I don't believe his story for a minute and I know I will never know what turned him off. That's the way it goes. At least he bothered to give me a 'story.' Most times, they never do. you're just left floating out there in cyberspace. A truckload of rejection can make you seriously doubt what you have to offer. I keep reminding myself that I'm educated, above average intelligence, I have a career and I look pretty dam good if I do say so. Furthermore, I'm nice. Really.
Maybe that's the problem. Nice girls don't get in the game.