He walked into my office today. I could feel the heat rising in me to want to say something to him.

I could not bring my self to even say hi as he walked by.

What is wrong with me, I kept looking at him over my glasses and I felt him peeping back at me.

He is so nice and I really don’t know how to even speak to guys. They can be so shallow and heartless at times.

I have never even had a frist kiss and or a date and here I am boadering 30 years old.

I am known to others as the mole.

I hide out in my closet of a cubicle and then rush to get out of the building at the end of shift.

I go home to my dog, sit in front of the television and watch other people lives un-fold before me.

I really do not even like going around family for fear they might ask me about my love life.

If there was ever a strong word for what I have become it would be S P I N S T ER … said isn’t it.

No one ever thinks of me, I mean is there any hope for me.

Oh well I guess life is just a barrell of pits