Well, it happened again. Almost expected by now. You talk to this girl, share a drink, she seems to show some interest. Later in the night, you make out. And then she tells you that, yep, you're nice but she's got an AWESOME BF she ABSOLUTELY loves... Well, thanks, but if I knew that before, maybe I wouldn't have wasted my time on someone who's not available.

And that's only a few drops in the gigantic storm of crap that has been thrown in my directions by girls in this city. I won't details on the insults you get sometimes when all you've done is dare to try to talk to them in a civilized, absolutely not offensive manner.

I'm dead sick as well of the "Maybe I want you, maybe not" game, which seems to be the rule in here.

I start to wonder if they got some kind of deep ancestral revenge to take on men... If that's true, please know that whoever offended you in the past, that wasn't me. Isn't it possible to meet someone here in a casual, friendly manner without falling into the borders of pathology?

Thankfully, I'll soon go back to my continent of origin, cause I haven't got the skin thick enough to stand that much longer. —Tired and Frustrated