will you go out with me?

My name's Log. I'm single. Can you believe that? Four years in a relationship, then it's over. Single again. Looking for love again. Crawling from pillar to post, taking any scraps that are offered. It's not living, is it? Not really.

This is what I look like. It was taken last week so I might not have cleaned my teeth.

How would I describe myself? Well, I'm pretty tall. I used to tell everyone I was six foot one, so much so that I actually believed it. Then I measured myself and found out that I wasn't even six foot nothing. I was five foot eleven and a half, and a bit. And a bit? What the fuck good is a bit? No good at all, quite evidently. Which is why I'm here screaming down the internet, hoping that

It's not meant to be like this, is it? I mean, it's not like there's anything