Why am I always a crutch?

So, as it looks right now, Flavio only wants to be friends with me. Why do I always fall for the guys who only think that I'm fun to be around, but who think that I'm not sexually attractive? Why am I always the crutch? The guy who can be of help to someone? I continually change my definition of beauty, but I always get the crappy end of the stick. * Sigh *

Like Willa says, "F*ck the men, let's drink to us." However, I can't drink alcohol because of my weak liver. So I'll pop open an iced tea or something.

I have this love-hate relationship with men. I love them, but I hate them. I hate them, but I love them.