What Shade Are You?

Our feelings are always equated with different colours. I suppose mostly to help illustrate & paint the picture to which we feel. Anger is commonly associated with red Jealousy is always a shade of green and when you're sad, you're Blue. It leave the question to be asked.... What shade does Bitter bring out because I'm riding that train loud and clear.

I'm not angry, or jealous or sad or even hesitant. I'm down right, 100% bitter (ok, so anger does rear it's ugly head from time to time with this emotion but it's hard not to). Nothing spectacular has precipitated this mood shift but rather my disdain for the same BS over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

This may be a redundant question but it begs to be asked for the 100th time.... Is all what guys want is to get in your pants? Before I typed that out, I had answered the question but UGH... so the same ALL the time. Case in point... VERY JOKINGLY, Brutal & Jammer told 5D's friend that if he came out Saturday night, I would go home with him. Yes, I have met him before & yes, he has hit on me (very badly I may add), but as soon as he thought he had an in, I recieved a couple of phone calls & a text message that evening.... GOOD GOD boy, take a joke.... won't happen and let me tell you why.

First off, let's just get the bitchy out of the way.... you don't fit the height requirement. Much like amusement park rides that have a sign stating your height requirement, so do I. I figure like a roller coaster, I'm fun, you go really fast, I may make you scream and when you're done, you're quite spent... only fair.

Secondly, and probably just as bitchy: Just no. No no no no no.... you're not my type.

Thirdly... you're gonna have to try a little harder then just talking to me. It may work on younger girls but you see, I've been there. I've done that and quite frankly unless you can dazzle me with some witty banter, I lose interest after the first 15 seconds.

Fourth: Putting all of the above aside, if I haven't shown interest by now, it won't happen. A girl knows right away if she will or not. It's never a matter of convincing her. What it is, is a matter of convincing her WHEN she will. You see, we have that whole "we don't want you thinking we're a slut" thing working against us and so a lot of it is just reassurance that we're not doing something stupid (but it's always something stupid so really it's moot)

Anyways, just tired of all of that so am feeling bitterish (not as bad anymore as I just recieved word that I'll be getting a free Motorola KRZR... funny how free stuff cheers me up)... So what colour would I be? I suppose it would be somewhat mottled or hazy... perhaps puce? Periwinkle? maybe a Mustard..... nope none of these fit... great, just something else to be upset about.