Boiiz

Whats that old adage about how guys are like parking spaces? "All the good ones are taken?" Or is it "All the good ones are like...at parking meters and you have to pay to use them?" Whatever. It's so true though. Example: went to Moped store today. Hot guy helped me and Rosie out. Total dreamboat, catch of the century etc. So later on I manage to find him on Myspace ( it's not that creepy! I swear! He told me what Moped gang he rolls with so I simply located the gang on myspace, and voila! there he is). Click on his profile. "In a relationship". Gross. Moving on. Met a guy at the clerb a while ago. Super successful, fashion designer, creative director, jetsetter, hobknobs with Kanye ( Not Gay!! SWEAR!). Lurk him today on Facebook. Engaged! Grossssssssss. There was this semi attractive Guido who used to visit the store every other day just to say hi ( he lives next door). He has stopped coming by. I'm wondering if I scared him off?
The only guy I can count on is the dreadlocked postman whom I see everyday. Is this because he is (federally) obligated to deliver the mail or does he love me? Heres hoping.