dropzone, I’m not completely bald, it’s long enough to spike in some parts. It’s actually cut like Tank Girl’s hair. Weird, yeah, but it suits me.
Bull.
And yes, there are manipulative men too. We have both types, and will as long as humanity exists.
Ya know why you’re bitter, Doll? 'Cause you’re wised-up, ya know the score [she says, with a seen-it-all, Tallulah Bankhead-like laugh].
Meet me at the Algonquin next time you’re in town and we’ll trade battle stories. Say, I’m so hard-boiled, ya could roll me on the White House lawn.
Now if you’ll pardon me, I gotta go gargle wit’ razor blades . . .
Then that’s NICE hair. I thought you meant SHAVED, which is hard for an old fart like me to relate to. We’re too busy trying to keep what we have to understand people who do it on purpose.
No need. My friends were workaholics who also found Antipodeans less nose-to-the-grindstone than they liked. One of them was my boss, and he had something against people enjoying themselves. Which might be why he liked sour, dour, Puritanical me.
But one can find shallow and meaningless, as well as deep and meaningful, anywhere and a change in atmosphere might be what she needs. That can be accomplished by either physically or mentally removing herself from the environment. Removing oneself physically is how your ancestors got there (whether it was their idea or not 
) Mentally is cheaper and makes it easier to be home for holidays. Which is why I suggested the volunteer work.
I’m bitter because I am friends with the perfect boy who unfortunately has the perfect girlfriend. Grrrrrrrr.
I start flirting with dpr, and he disappears from the thread, never to return. Way to crush a girl’s spirit, babe. Now I am bitter.
Hey give me a break - limited net access atm.
Sadly I can’t move to the US atm, so love slave status - as appealing as it sounds with such a womderful lass as you - will have to wait for awhile. 
But I DO love a forward gal…
Let me also add that I’m about as subtle as a train wreck, so you and I would get along juuuuust fine.
Honesty is such a wonderful trait in a woman.
Rare as all heck mind you, but wonderful nonetheless.
Australian federationMost people are dishonest because they’re afraid. Me, I’d rather live with the consequences of being honest than wonder “what if.”
You may THINK that, but I’ve found subtlety of ANY sort rarely works on us guys. I prefer step-by-step, written instructions. With illustrations.
I am bitter because the girl I loves found the perfect guy. And she is just fine with him. Love sucks, become a nihilist.
((dragon))
For getting this thread back to us sad, bitter, depressed people, even if this does end up like one big pity party. Care for a beer? Anything alcoholic to drown your sorrows in? I swear it helps, I should know from experience.
Kitty
One thought from a bitter bird: If you’re ever gonna be happy (in the general sense), it’s not going to be because of someone else, it’s going to be because of you. Of course, that’s the hard part, saying so is really pretty easy. Maybe that’s obvious, but I felt it needed to be said.
God has spoken. Time for me to move to Queensland!
Amatures, all of you.
Semi-mournful attempts at personal tragedy. I mock you all.
Two years and I can still taste wedding invitation envelopes (all 300± of them). Two years and I still get postcards from the travel agent thanking me for using their non-refundable holiday package “Honeymoon Cruze To the Bahamas” package.
After two years I win. I win because I have actually tried and given starting over a fair shot and had no reason to fail. The women have been nice, smart, attractive, etc. I win because even with every reason to continue a relationship with the few women I have been with since “her” (blarg, gag!), I simply do not feel that it is worth the effort. Frankly (and if you are prone to bouts of depression cease reading here), i have had the best and most fulfilling love I ever will have and it…was…not…enough. No matter how much someone else loves you, you are still going to be empty and alone. No matter how much they add to your life you can banish it all by closing your eyes and thinking for a minute or two. So give up now. It’s all just wasted efforts anyhow. Quit and save yourself the humiliation of playing a rigged game. If you need companionship get a cat or a roomate.
All right, zen101, you win. I’m going to go throw myself off a cliff now.
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bows down to zen…you have spoken and so it shall be done. Thanks for making my life that extra bit brighter.
Geez. After Zen101, I don’t know if this is going to seem like much. But I’m still bitter. First, a few reasons I’m bitter that have nothing to do with romance, or lack thereof:
(disclaimer: I’m very very bitter about some things, but basically have quite a happy life, with a job I love that supports me, a family I get along with very well, a bunch of cute baby cousins who I’m going to see at New Year’s, and a great group of friends. But I’m still bitter…)
-I’m bitter because so few people share my love for broadway musicals
-I’m bitter because I apparently missed the “how to enjoy conversations with large groups of at-best-mildly-interesting strangers” class in high school
-I’m bitter because the things that I’m the best at are not things which result in signing 250-million-dollar 10-year contracts
-I’m a little bitter that I didn’t sell all my stock options 6 months ago, although honestly, I have it so fortunate compared to most people in the world that I have no real right to be bitter. (I am however, a bit bitter that I finally started investing in the stock market just at the very very end of the great tech stock boom. What a moron.)
-I’m bitter because My So Called Life was cancelled
-I’m bitter (ok, pissed off, but what the hell) that Robert Jordan and George R. R. Martin take so damn long to write books
-I’m bitter about my awesome Nethack character who just died because I caught lycanthropy and turned into a rat while standing at the top of stairs in a quest level, so all my stuff slid down the stairs, and I couldn’t pray, and I later on didn’t realize that my unicorn horn wouldn’t cure me. (And neither did a potion of extra healing… I think I needed to use Holy Water.)
-I’m bitter because what was once one of my favorite pastimes (video/computer games) is now exclusively the domain of sports games, racing games, real time strategy games, and doom clones. None of which I like at all. And there’s still no arcade emulator that runs Golden Axe 2
-I’m bitter that my best friend is also the source of constant frustration due (in my perhaps biased opinion) to her level of emotional neediness.
-I’m bitter about the election. At least a bit.
-I’m bitter about Jar Jar
-I’m bitter whenever I see a movie/play a game/read a book which is really really close to being fantastically good, but is largely ruined due to something which seems like it couldn’t have taken more than 15 seconds to fix (The Matrix comes to mind)
-I’m bitter that at work we wasted several months of time making a really really really bad Playstation game, and thus ended up with our Playstation 2 game both late and not-quite-good enough. Everyone knew the PS1 game was a bad idea, but we threw away the opportunity to make a fantastic PS2 game that could have been on store shelves a month ago. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
-I’m bitter that despite the fact that I think of myself as an extremely open and accepting person, and someone who is rarely if ever swayed by peer/societal pressure, both my job and almost all of my pastimes are things which are heavily male-dominated. So I rarely get to meet nice young ladies. Which brings me to…
----Rants about romance
-I’m bitter about my first girlfriend (I was 15 then, am 27 now, and am still quite bitter), in that she seemed like absolutely the perfect person for me, but (a) her parents disapproved for religious reasons, and (b) it was a long distance relationship. So it didn’t work out, but I’ve always wondered “what if?”, and thus have no closure
-I’m very bitter whenever I see a post on the SDMB from a charming young lady (who, given that she posts on the SDMB, is obviously extremely attractive in many different ways), and she lives hundreds of miles away
-I’m unbelievably bitter, so bitter that it may actually destroy any ability I ever have to have a normal relationship with a woman, that despite the fact that, were one to read complaints from bitter women and personal ads and so forth, one would come to the conclusion that the two main things women want in men are (a) not being a s***head, (b) caring and (c) having a sense of humor, and I definitely qualify on all accounts, and despite the fact that a lot of women have considered me a very good friend and confidante over the years, I’ve been single for well over a year and a half, and before that relationship (which, to be honest, was doomed from the start and which I should never have gotten into), I was single for over three years. And before that relationship I was single for around three years.
-A corollary to that is that I’m very bitter about the implication one gets from watching shows like Friends and Seinfeld that any young male adult should basically be dating an average of two extremely attractive women per month
-Another corollary is that whenever I see posts from bitter women who have been mistreated by the men in their life, my bitter response is “well, that’s what you get for not going out with ME!!!” A prime example of this bitterness was a good online friend from a couple of years back who I totally had the hots for but who was constantly going out with motorcycle-riding musicians. All of whom treated her badly. Which she would talk about with me. And so on. (Which is so cliche, and I sound just like every other nice-guy-sore-loser type on the 'net, but it’s true.)
-And finally, I’m bitter that arranged marriages are no longer acceptable, 'cause heck, I’d be someone that a respectable young woman’s parents would love… I’m sober, have a good job, love children, etc.
Anyway, now I would feel much better, except that as I was typing this very post, my roommate (the afore-mentioned best friend) came in and informed me of how badly I had just hurt her feelings. And it’s not at all worth getting into the details here, but that’s a terrible thing to hear, particularly for someone who was just emphatically claiming not to be a s***head. Which I’m not. I swear.
Anyhow, there you go. Anyone who made it all the way to hear gets a gold star