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Where are you from? That's all I want to ask. I'm single, too single, far too single, because where I live there aren't people like me. Too many marrieds is why I've been alone for seven weeks, with nothing else to think about but my eventless life and how much I want to get laid. I've been cracking, I know. I would think something and mutter it, not realizing that I had done it. I'm going insane, and my "friends" (those married #%^%$&%s!) know! They would always ask me how I'm doing, with "that look" on their faces. I don't want marriage, because I don't want children. But, I don't ever want to be alone again. Life is hell. I can't drive, don't have a bank account, long distance block on the phone, still living with my father, make embarrassing small bit of money for a paycheck. I feel like I'm stuck in a place that I never belonged

No, but I wish I did.

Men want what they can't get, and when they get it they lose interest. But, honestly, I don't think they know what they want. Or, maybe they're like me and want sex, money, and food (includes the occasional, if more than occasio nal, alcoholic beverage). And, oh yeah, I'm a woman.

I'm desperately lonely. I've been alone for six and a half months. I can't drive, so meeting people is exceptionally hard to meet people. I've always battled being a loner, but this is too much. What's worse, my job is terrible enough and it's only getting worse. I'm embarrassed to be what I am, and now I'm only making about $25 a week (used to be $35), that is I and my sister, who work for an independent business. I'm twenty-five and still live with my father. I have absolutely no life and I'm starting to hate everyone that's living in my neighborhood. There are too many married couples in Chesapeake. I already have a high libido and now it's threatening to explode. I had only one sexual relationship which lasted three months. The guy was only good at one thing, and that he was great at! After deciding that the sex wasn't good enough to stay with a man who always sent me home with a huge inferiority complex, I eventually let him go. I was so afraid to dump him for fear of what might come to be...and it did! I'm so painfully lonely, that I'm hurting! Meeting men is hard, I don't have a bank account, and no scanner so I can't post my picture. I'm sure that I would get a few potential mates. But, who would check out a person without knowing what they look like? I sure wouldn't! Anonymity is a great thing, the reason why I can say what I'm...writing. In real life, I hide my feelings. There are men that like me, yeah. But, they're either old enough to be my father or the one guy that just wants to have sex because he's still a virgin. Life sucks.