When it comes to relationships, I have really bad luck. Each time I meet a guy, I cross my fingers and hope he is at least halfway normal. I'm so tired of dealing with crybabies and freak shows that I could just scream. At this point, I'm so close to just joining a convent, taking the vow of chastity, and calling it quits with men entirely. Well, I probably don't need to go to that extreme... I mean who am I kidding? There's no way I could be a nun.