Unrequited Love

That's how I would describe the relationship that I have with bees.
They want me. In the past week 2 bees ran into me on separate occasions. One of the times it flew into my hair while I was crossing a street. I, naturally, proceeded to flail my arms and shake my head like a crazy person. What is with that? Bees are getting dumber and dumber. Why would a sensible bee fly into a person's hair or fly into a person for that matter? Bee-jerks. Making me look stupid.