Men: What the Hell is Wrong With Them?

Here's some background on my dating history. Had my first kiss in 6th grade - his name was Ben Duda. He was cool. I was not. Broken heart numero uno. But, I moved beyond it and had my first boyfriend my junior year in high school - Larry from Lancaster. He had to emcee his prom which was the same night as mine - I went with my friend who annoyed me the whole night and danced on the table at the dinner. Larry = broken heart #2. Then came John #1 with his "boom boom bass car" and his baggy jeans and wannabe African American lingo - the whitest boy in all of Amherst, NY. John #1 liked golf and bass more then me. John #1 = #3. And then there came John #2 - I thought he was "the one". I was 17 and it was the summer before college. The whirlwind romance led to walks on the pier and nights of gambling at the Buffalo Italian Festival. What more could a girl want? Then I went to school. John #2 = super broken heart #4 - forcing me to spend endless nights in my miniature dorm room listening to Jewel and lighting candles. But I moved on. And then there was Jason. To this day, probably the love of my life (like I said - "to this day"). We were together for 5 years, including a cross-country move to Colorado. Then, I got bored and moved to LA, leaving him behind with only my TV, giant teddy bear, some cd's, my shoes, and my Mustang to keep my company. It was the beginning of my life in LA and I couldn't possibly imagine what was to come....