I never believed the saying "In every living thing there is a desire to love or be loved." But then again I'm not a living thing… I have no heart beat. I have no blood rushing through my now empty veins. I have been damned to wallow in my eternal pity. Somehow i still cant understand, after 162 years, what love truly is. I know, depressing, but I have yet to be around a girl that 'in theory' makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. I've watched movies where two people's eyes meet, and something in there brains click, a sensor that says, "Wow, I think I love you even though I barely know you." I've never liked romance movies, maybe…maybe its because I have an abnormally large amount of testosterone in my body, or maybe it's that I don't like the fact that every time I watch that crap, I feel my anus involuntarily slam shut. I grabbed the 2 liter Pepsi bottle and started chugging. "Dude Your a pig, Save some for the fat kids…" I stopped briefly to keep myself from choking on corn syrup and caffeine. "You aren't fat Andrew… your poke-able…not fat." I looked over at my friend who thinks I'm human and 17. He stopped smiling and looked at me with the same 'you are such a dick' look in his eyes. He lifted his shirt and all I could see were the faint pieces of fat and skin that looked like man-boobs. "I have boobs, I'm probably like an A-cup or something." I laughed. "Nah, more like a b-cup." He punched me in the arm. "Ow!" I thought for a minute what would be the correct teenage response. "Oh my god, Andrew your vaginas showing." Yeah, that ought to work.