Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose. Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.
You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.
The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.
"You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."
ALWAYS AVOID:The Bachelor
CONSIDER: The Vapor Trail
Wow, I hate to admit it, but this is actually fairly accurate. Ok, very accurate. Ok, the goddamned test knows me better than my psychiatrist does. *ponders telling her psychiatrist that she no longer needs to pay him $150 an hour, as tests from OKCupid will now be taking care of all her psychiatric needs* Ok, perhaps I should go to sleep. (Yes, I know it's eight o'clock in the morning.)