I came to the conclusion a few months ago that I'm going to die alone and miserable. I'm 20 and I've given up with women. The last time I pulled was nearly a year and a half ago. The last 3 girls I've really really fancied have all had boyfriends called BEN!!! It's like the world is laughing at me. What are the chances that 3 in a row have b/fs called Ben? So I've decided to give up trying, I've quit drinking also in an attempt to save my finances and get my body back into shape, as a consequence I refuse to go to any clubs because without alcohol I cannot dance to shite music. Basically mate I think there's always people that you look at and say "I'm glad I'm not them" and unfortunately we are. Someone has to be though.

Sorry to sound like Marvin the Paranoid Android