It was much simpler when we were younger. In school, we were surrounded by the members of opposite sex. It was easy pickins. By the time we reach our 's and 's, we have been hurt by the ones that we trusted with our heart and our pride. We carry the scars of all those stupid, petty battles. And then we find ourselves alone, whether it's our choice or not. We build walls to keep others out, damn if we're going to get hurt again. And in time, when the pain goes away and hope comes back, we find that the bars are filled with clingers and lunatics, that all the normal people are at home, feeling lonesome.