Girl, I see you. I see you word-vomiting all over the interwebs with your self-pitying moaning and groaning about never getting any. The damn shame is that if you'd take half the ego you front and put it where it matters, you'd get to do a whole different kind of moaning. And I'd be right there in line to lend a helping hand. But until then, I'm gonna keep using the days you waste masturbating to the bittersweet hum of missed connections as my own opportunity to get it on with my favorite kind of girls: sane ones. Call me when you get your shit together. I know you've got it in you. Happy ValenWHINEs day.