It's a very very long story that ends with one person broken in many ways and the other doing decently well. (I hope they are anyways.)

I am a dude, though. If that was the question. And yeah. Idunno. When I first tried talking to new people, I typically got called creepy. When I gave up on that and decided hey fuck it I'll go my life alone, atleast I can die (hopefully of old age) knowing I was faithful, people warmed up to me.

I'd like to get laid, sure, but as far as relationships go? Mhhh. Nah. I'd dump 'em if chick ever asked me to go with her again. In a heartbeat. Then I'd get dumped a year later and be in the same position again. I'm better off alone.