I couldn't have said it better myself.

From T, a good college buddy, our guest blogger of the day, and a "victim," too, of the bi-polar, eighth grade mentality of the less fairer sex.

Take it away, T (my comments in blue):

We are two beautiful, fabulous, fun, smart and interesting girls (right on, friend. We are also witty, engaging, sassy, spontaneous, adventurous...). Why are we spending time thinking about boys like this? Note: we still call them boys. Why do whatever feelings we developed for them seem like enough to put ourselves through an abundance of agony? Because we enjoy the drama? Why can't they just grow up and get over their shit? My boss (he's young and fun, and occasionally gives completely unsolicited advice, but in a nonjudgmental way) (T: is he married?! Single? Can you date him?) says it's because men in their 30s are too set in their ways to change much (as opposed to men in their late 20s who need to change/grow up/deny their frat boy status/learn to commit). What they need is a good kick in the pants, and LOTS of alone time. Bastards.

It is irrational, why we do this to ourselves. (irrational, yes...but interesting we are all kind of irrational in the same way. I mean, while we can be egocentric, none of these experiences are unique to our single being. Your story is just like mine but with a different cast and vennue.) It is it because we are more afraid of letting go and risking again or potentially not finding someone else (Ouch. That might be it. We do not want to be old and alone) than continuing with someone who, without changing, would be an inadequate partner? Is it because we are (dreaded word) settling for less than we deserve, falling in love with potential (I heart potential) rather than who someone truly is or shows by their actions, and not just words? (As my friend E once told me, you have to listen to what people say. They are telling you who they are. You can't ignore it when someone says "this isn't going to work" or "I'm not what you deserve." You also have to be aware of his actions. He can't tell you he loves you and then act a different way, or act like he loves you and say he doesn't.) I don't know. I haven't figured it out yet. Sorry to break it to you, T, but I don't know that we ever will.