She grew wild, wild but innocent

Dude, so guess who's single! Again. Like the majority of the rest of my life. And probably until the day I die in mansion full of cats and feline paraphernalia. But, hey: It's whatever.
I mean, really. Guys are pretty stupid. Like not even stupid. Obtuse. Yes. Obtuse is the perfect way I'd describe males.
So, I know I suck at flirting the typical way: flipping my luxurious hair, fluttering my beautiful eyelashes, being ever so charming and sincere. But, c'mon guys. I'm leaving it up to you to know that my sarcastic insults and arguing is me coming on to you. So what if I belittle nearly everyone I come into contact with. Use your intuition or something. Jeezzzz.
Oh, and if you're going to be hott (yes, I'm bringing back the Double T), you have no right to be bad at conversation and in no way humorous. Seriously. I don't go to the bar to talk about politics, religion, and education. I go to the bar to watch people suck at pool and be critical of everyone that walks through the door. And if you're going to insist on choosing inane talking points, make sure I don't look the least bit uncomfortable with the subject. Hint: If when you're talking about the powerlessness of women in a certain culture and compare it to the religion in which I was raised (which you know nothing about), take notice that I will try to change the subject, and when that doesn't work and I start a conversation with my friend, you should probably start talking to me about how awful you think Randy Jackson is or The Breakfast Club. Just a pointer.
In addition, guys with long term girlfriends need to knock off this constantly trying to get with other girls thing. I don't even have anything to say about that... Except for if you're the girlfriend. You're probably an idiot too (no offense). "Oh, where's Traivaughn tonight? He's not picking up his phone... Oh, maybe he's volunteering at the homeless shelter. I bet that's it. Good thing we've been together for two+ years or I probably wouldn't trust him." Wow.
Also, despite my cold exterior, I'm a real live girl on the inside. Don't flirt with me for a few days and then ignore me for a while. Believe it or not, that doesn't make me happy. That makes me unhappy. And it doesn't give you an air of mystery or whatever you're going for. It gives you a big, fat Access Denied stamp in my Little Black Book of All the Eligible Men in the World. No one wants that.
This isn't even close to being the entire list of why the male gender is dumb. This is what is bothering me currently.
Oh, and I don't like your hair.