Climbing in Skirts

So the first boy to ever ask me out decided that he didn't want to be in a relationship. While I appreciate his honesty and not wasting my time, I find it hard to believe that it was him and not me. He said that he wasn't ready for a relationship and thought of me as more of a friend. I told him that I'd like to believe him but I just went through the "It's not you, it's me" speech not too long ago and then I come to find out that he got engaged. He said that he had no plans for that. I told him that if he did I would kick his ass.

Anyways, I realize that I am different. I am difficult and set in my ways. What do you want? I was the smart fat girl in high school. I was friends with guys. I was NEVER asked out. I dropped the weight in college and still no dating. After awhile I got tired of waiting. The first time I asked a boy out was when I was 25. I dated him for 2.5 years. He was my only boyfriend. Then I went out with his roommate for a little while (off and on over the course of a year). At age 29, someone was finally brave enough to ask me out. We went on a few dates over the course of a month and he wants out.

So what now? I think I will go back to my original plan of hibernating until after Valentine's Day. Jordan, you win. I am unmarketable. For my 30th birthday you can buy me a kitten.