Life as a Monk

Women,
Women everywhere,
Just for me.
Women in dresses,
Women in ripped jeans.
Women with microphones,
Women with books.
My, with such great qualities, how do I decide?
 
I like Chloe, but she's straight.
Jasmine's cute, but kinda dumb.
Alex is kind, but immature.
Georgia's on my mind, but I'm not on hers.
Kelly is an artist, but has no taste.
Aly is pro gay, but not pro choice.
Grace has got a nice body,  
Her boyfriend's a lucky guy.
Suzie loves to sing.
Amanda's got a dog.
Leah likes to shake it.
Tina's GPA is 4.0.
Bitch.
Whore.
Insecure.
Tight-ass.
 
What is going on?
Why do I push every girl I find attractive?
I know I could never be with them, but there's no harm in looking.
That's just it.
There is no one for me.
Every girl I look at is straight.
Why can't I like other lesbians?
Why did I have to have different opinions?
 
I am bound to be alone.
That's okay, I guess.
I'm use to it.