I'm not a player, I don't crush a lot.

This may or may not come as a shocker, but droves of men aren't exactly throwing themselves at me. Sad, but true. It's not that I doubt their ability to, or my powers in alluring droves of men into throwing themselves at me, it's my current lifestyle. No, I haven't given up on good hygiene, exercise or Fiber One. What I do just isn't conducive to obscene amounts of male action.

Let's take my job for example. Working out of your own bedroom can be pretty lonely. I have no one sexy to look at unless I actively participate in Google-ing someone to look at, or refreshing my RSS feed of people I look at on a semi-daily basis. I think most people are well aware of my Robert Pattinson/Alexander Skarsgard/Ed Westwick oogling-googling tendencies. Oogling-googling...did I just make up new slang? I hope so. Anyway, my point is -- oogling-googling (googling-oogling?) just takes too much effort. I'm turning 25 soon. Instant gratification becomes more desirable as I get older...or lazy-er. Your pick.

There's also the school thing. There are so many women aspiring to be nurses, I'm sure that my menstrual cycle has synced up with that of every woman aspiring to be a nurse in Orange County. So, if anyone's ever questioned why I'm not dating anyone it's because living secludes me from men. This doesn't bother me too much, I just wish I had men who were readily available for me to crush on. Could I pay someone by the hour?

Speaking of staying in my room a lot, I think I'm developing a Vitamin D deficiency. It was decided this past weekend that I am officially the palest member of my family. I don't like this one bit -- perhaps me taking exercise outside is in order.