Forever Alone

I saw this cartoon the other day and it made me think...

If / when I find someone I want to date again (I mean, unless it's Nick Rhodes, because, come on, I can recover and rally to finally be by his side), will I be brave enough to even take the chance? Each time my heart breaks, I find it that much harder to pick it off the floor and try again. And, let's face it, last time was a pretty bad fall. How can I even take that chance again? I barely recovered.

Of course, it doesn't help that I act like an idiot when I like someone. Why doesn't getting older mean I'm wiser in the game of love? I seem to still be playing the same games I played in high school. Shouldn't I be over that?

I mean, seriously. Could anything be more true?