You know what I hate most about texting and the opposite sex?

It’s when I’m actually trying to make a conversation, putting more effort into my texting abilities, silently anticipating my One Piece message alert, until finally realizing that I’m the one who made the last reply and I won’t be receiving any new message from the other party, and then getting totally frustrated over it because it’s someone I’m probably interested in.

Should I always suck at matters of the heart?

It’s possible that while Aphrodite was showering the people with love and affection, I’m still sleeping; or when the Fate was making the Soulmate list, my partner was given to the other person who’s got the same name as mine who keeps on making my NBI clearance out of easy reach due to name hit; or maybe I’m the destined proof that Old Maid isn’t just a title, rather a hereditary case (got cousins, aunts and other relatives who remained unmarried).

Aww..this feels lonely.