#077 The Scientist

I swallow my Pride, get ready to give that presentation again.
I tell them I’m a scientist.

My field: discovery of the self
My sample has been representative: I’ve dated the old, I’ve dated the young,
I’ve dated the men, the women, the genderqueer; everyone.
And I always found my attraction slipping. It was not their fault.
I hoped my hypothesis would be disproven. Time and time again. I was the only constant.

They say I’ll find the one. I’m still young; what do I know anyway?
I wish I could believe them.
But I’m an expert in my field.