This is basically how I feel at all times.
Right now in my life I would rather be dating inanimate objects like food and breezy autumn afternoons than humans, especially the male species.
I am constantly numb and hypothetically rolling my eyes.
I try and tell them that I have bad posture, hock loogies into my trash can, and enjoy garlic more than kissing, so don't bother.
But they keep on coming. And consequently leaving, once they realize I wasn't kidding.
So now I am dating Asexuality.
Who I might be cheating on with these puppies, once I get the proper dough, and sell my soul for $99.95 before they run out of a size seven.