Yay for Antibiotics! (Not Men)

Today I was sitting on my porch drinking coffee, waiting for my prescription antibiotics to kick in, and thinking to myself: "why are men like that?" Because WHYYYYYY are they like that? WHY? I have no recollection of ever having entered myself into this lottery. My luck is shit anyway. Maybe I keep running back to the worst guys because I'm not ready for the good ones.

Yes, I asked a man on a date and we are in fact not going on said date. Why? Well, originally I was going to blame myself for not following up, but I texted on Wednesday asking "are we still on for Sunday?" with no response. I was going to blame myself for going back to this man who has (a) never taken me on a date, and (b) asked me to be his girlfriend out of the blue and ghosted me for four days. Honestly, I should blame myself for going back to that, but I won't! I won't!

Luckily it's a wonderful day and I had a fun time singing along to music in my car before crying about everything later. Because I knew what would happen! I even wrote a question mark after "date" on my calendar (it has since been crossed out angrily in pen). What's a girl to do?

Not to mention I also have a UTI! Because why not add physical turmoil to emotional turmoil? And, coincidentally, as if my urinary tract knew exactly how I was feeling, this infection happens to be the most painful one I have ever experienced. How wonderful!

These are very small problems in the grand scheme of it all, but DAMN are they annoying! I'll leave you with this: at least UTIs can be cured with antibiotics. There is no cure for men.