Me – a psycho

Officially now. YES I am. I am coming out of the closet, fully admitting that I have been diagnosed a phyche-case.
What´s WRONG with all the guys out there? You see, there I go again, proving I´m a nut-case just by saying that BUT be aware that what I just said IS the definition of a psycho.

3 really nice hotties came up to me tonight at the salsa place but naaa…..
Met this absolutely wonderful man a few months ago but naaaa….
A guy at the bus came up and started talking, asked what I´m doing this weekend but naaaa….

NO I am not Gay. Absolutely NOT. (Sometimes I wish I was but no.)

So the psycho here, only wants guys she can´t have. All the fucking time.
And when he shows up it´s like, dude… noooot so into your cute ass anymore….but thanks for playing.

Now I have decided I want a really sweet nice guy. Somebody who can play with my hair and scratch my back. Perhaps sing me a goodnight song or just push me up against a wall and taste my neck.
Problem is, those guys don´t want a salsa-dancing person who is sleeping daytime and  stays up late. Of course not!

So, I´m screwed.

By the way, don´t take everything I say too seriously