I have to commend myself for being able to juggle eight guys at once. I didn't think I had it in me…and since they've all left or been eliminated, I guess I never really did. In all, it took about three days.

Opportunity got sick of my pouting and always wanting to be around him. I got tired of his non-communication and general aloofness about everything. He said he wanted a break for a while. I just wanted it to be over. No more going back.

Apollo pulled one over on me. Things were going quite well with our phone conversations and IMs. We talked about the arts and when we were going to see each other and everything. It was refreshing to share an intimate moment with someone whom I've already had a prior connection. But little by little, the phone calls were never returned. The IMs went unanswered. And while we both are in the middle of difficult times (me unemployment; him, I have no idea since he won't tell me), he's withdrawn himself from me and now only speaks in one- or two-word phrases. Funny, the same thing happened right after we went out in college. Guess I won't be flying up to surprise him for Valentine's Day after all.

Hey Mr. DJ! doesn't trust me…and why should he? The few times we've talked for longer than two minutes, I've only talked about work and he's only said that everything was "cool". You can't build anything off of that. Don't get me wrong…the sex was fabulous, but he didn't want me to look at him as just sex. So I tried. I was going to get him something for Christmas, but he vehemently declined. I said I didn't want to speak to him. A month later, we hook up and have great sex. Then he calls the next day thinking I went and blabbed about it to someone he's seeing (considering it happened at 3am that morning and I was knocked out for most of the day afterwards, I'm not sure where this came from). I said "I thought you weren't seeing anyone else." And he says "Well technically, I'm not seeing you." Oop! Holla!

And then there's The Why. Like an idiot, I called him one day from work to see how he was doing and he just went on and on about how much stress he's going through with school and work and he just broke down and cried. And I'm a sucker for a man crying…in most instances. So I consoled him…we went out and he told me he wasn't involved with his Mercy House Boy anymore and wanted me to think about us getting together. Yes, I'm an idiot (didn't I say this before?) because I fell for it hook, line and sinker. All the old feelings rushed back and I was excited at this new possibility…until he called me two days later to tell me that him and Mercy House Boy got back together. Bah.

I was also interested in four White guys, none of which were particularly noteworthy. So, I'll sum them up in this delightful Mother Goose rhyme adaptation!

This little White boy didn't like Black This little White boy was a bore This little White boy had a boyfriend This little White boy voted "Four more!" So this little Black boy cried "Glee! Glee! Glee!" all the way home.

Well at least I'm getting laid more.