Men.

I hate that moment of realisation when it dawns on you that the person you're talking to only cares about you when he doesn't have anything else in his life. You know, the kind of guy that dotes on you and is totally your BFF until something, anything better comes along. The kind of guy that you resolve to not get into a close friendship with, so you stop calling and stop texting because you fucking hate that moment of realisation. And then he'll call you. Or text you. Some random day when you're not ready for it, when you haven't had time to prepare. You're blindsided and find yourself laughing and chatting like nothing ever happened. And then, after a few days of this, you start calling him...until you're venting about something random and you hear that distant tone in his voice when he says 'hey...let me call you back in a minute, okay?'. And at first you think, sure, he'll call me back. You're confident. And then it doesn't happen. And it hits you again.

Who the hell needs a boyfriend to do this when my male friends fill my daily recommended dose?