My life, I believe, is the epitome of Irony. Everything that happens to me happens in an ironic fashion. Whenever I want something to happen, it happens when I've gotten over the idea of it or in an unexpected situation. This goes especially for my love life. I have always longed for a girlfriend. I've created the perfect image of one in my mind. But nowadays, it's guys that usually throw themselves at me, literally. I am simply friendly to them, but many of them fall hard for me. Then, when I take their feelings into consideration and give them a chance, a girl comes along. This is actually happening to me right now. Things never really work out in my favor. I don't know...I guess I just needed somewhere to vent, so I chose a blog post. It seems like opportunities come at the wrong time for me.