I date a lot. I date all different kinds of people. They tell me all different kinds of things. I've been dumped for about a million different reason. I've dumped for about a million different reasons too. When I was younger, I kept thinking that eventually some of this would make sense to me. I would see some sort of truth or meaning. But no. I'm getting older and less attractive, yet I'm still as confused as I was when I could still get away with just holding hands. Things are different now. I now hold things other than hands. I am now held responsible for other emotions. But not once have I ever felt any closer to understanding the other species. So, I'm going to write all about it.