Flyboy made a nasty comment about my hair. He said it looked sick! "What's wrong with your hair, it looks sick"...
That's cos in my efforts I had dyed the main bit kind of orange, the roots white. I now have to get it sorted out properly. Less Meg Ryan, more Pink punk!
The spark has sort of gone after I didn't hear from him for so long. Well I always knew I had a short attention span, but this is taking the bisquit. I realise I am SO not ready for any kind of dating involving genuine emotions beyond horniness and adventure, and anyway I should concentrate on my course.
It helps that one of my lecturers is pretty hot in a sort of Richard Gere way, and the cute half cast boy will homefully darken the door again today, so studying won't be as dull as all that.

Rejection hurts.
It turns people nasty.
They can't win you with charm and wit, then they try hurting you.
Poor stupid unloved losers...