Life is shit

ditzy,
All women love sweet lies.
The one who says she doesn’t is a hypocrite.

I think I’m the one available who can spin the biggest fat sweet lies women love to hear, but I hate lying, that has doomed me a failure in any love-relationships.

When I was nineteen, still virgin, a student abroad, two friends visited me, one brought along her younger sister of seventeen, also a virgin.
After few days of their staying, we were playing darts. When I went ahead to retrieve the darts from the target-board, I felt an acute pain at the back of my head, and then saw a dart fell not far from me.
I looked back, and saw the girl laughing hideously. I then reprimanded her, “Are you crazy ? That could’ve killed me !”
At late night, I went back my own room after showering, and saw her lying flat in my bed inside the blanket. I was astonished but then carrying on to blow-dry my hair. After my hair drying finished, I then said I was tired and had to sleep.
She then said she was tired too and didn’t want to go back her room, and then closed her eyes with some sort of expectation.
I just hesitated there, and said, “OK, I’ll carry you back to your room then”. Without her response, I lifted the blanket away, and started to carry her. She then stark opened her eyes in disgust, and immediately pushed me away, and tramped herself back to her room.
Since then, she hated me.