All men are created equal...ly douchey.

I have to remember that I hate guys; in theory I do and I always remember. But then you meet someone and they treat you like a princess and spin a tale so beautiful you can’t help but fall. And suddenly you catch yourself thinking, “Surely this one must be different, he must be the one that is going to make up for all the others, that infamous prince to the rescue. No one could possibly be that much of a sociopath.” While they are simultaneously thinking, “Wanna bet?”