Just a little backstory here...

I’ve never dated anyone. Yes, there’s been quite a lot of guys in my lifetime who’ve asked me out, wanted to know if I could be their girlfriend/significant other and all that jazz, but I always said, “Sorry, you’re great! But no.”

Now let me tell you something...

As you get older you start to realize really crappy things about yourself. Really, crappy things. I have seriously freaking high standards for men. I do. I really do. Is that a bad thing? I really don’t know. Help me out here?

I’m a virgin...

You can laugh all you freaking want, but I’ve refused to have sex with a man I don’t see myself with forever and ever; till death do us part. (And a little secret between you and me... never even kissed. I swear my life on it).

I’m a total loser... right?

Or is this something I should be proud of?

I’ve set my standards for men so high, that I’ve literally never “experienced” with any man.

What do I mean by high standards?

Well I’ll tell yah, Suie Lue.

I need a man. Not a boy, not an immature college graduate, not an irresponsible youngster; a MAN.

And THAT is the problem with society.

What ever happened to real men, true love, and wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone?

Am I a loser? I’ll let you tell me.