Why Chick Lit is so true

Yesterday, and the day before, I realized just why Chick Lit, Sex and the City, and Chick Flicks are so popular among the girly girls. Often, they're topic of choice is men, and why they are necessary. On Monday, I had some major difficulties at work; and no one who I could complain about it to. Even if I did complain to the boss, he's friends with the bastard who caused me the troubles. On Tuesday, I came down with a major cold. In both of these cases having a suitable "c***holder," as one of the aforementioned books called it, would have been useful. You just need someone to snuggle up and pretend to be concerned. Now, I'm not saying that friends and family weren't sympathetic and listened to me whine as much as I could. What I'm saying is, that no one was home at my apartment ready to rub my back and cuddle. And fetch me various sundries from the grocery store.

So, what have we learned from this? Well, nothing really. I was just pointing it out. In quasi-related news, one of the people I whined to over the telephone was the Starbucks boyf. Now, this 'bux boyf is new. And he has confirmed my tendancy towards the young. However, I'm starting to question that tendency. Now, we all remember my brief exchange of pleantries with the aptly named young'n, who was 21. That ended, of course, because I wasn't putting out. The 'bux boyf, however, is even younger. YOUNGER! I've taken the cradle robbing to a whole new level. And I can't say I'm all that proud of it. Ok, I'll stop stalling. The 'bux boyf is 20. The aspiring singer/actor/rapper/model/whatever is freakin' 20. The only reason I gave him my number to begin with is because I wanted free coffee. Yes, I admit it. I was totally using him for his barista skillz. But, that was before I found out he was under 21, and unable to purchase me a beverage. Now I'm all kinds of stuck with him. The boy is harder to shake than the common cold. And, I can't figure out how to let him down gently, because I don't want to hurt the poor guy's feelings. And dang it, the coffee is expensive. *sigh*. How do I get myself into these things.

I do have a sneaky alternative. I had a great first date yesterday. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a relationship out of this (and a trip to Italy, but that's another story for another time) and then shake the 'bux boyf. I'm so undercover !:)