“Every day there’s a new Facebook engagement but I have to remember: that has nothing to do with me. If I get married next year or 10 years down the line, my choices are still valid and I can still be happy.”
The older I get and the more I date, the less I actually know what I should be looking for in a partner.
Honestly, writing a dating diary has sometimes messed up my life. But so has dating. Love is pain, man. Let’s talk about it, maybe over a drink.
I am basically waiting around for the men to make clear their intentions without much thought as to what mine are.
Spoiler alert guys: It always ends in pain. Someone will eventually die. In this case, we hadn’t even started dating.
Sometimes it seems easier to just stick with the known entity than risk any surprise.
My ex didn’t place my cat’s butt over my face while she defecated, but really he might as well have.
Where is the one cute guy that’s never dated and who doesn’t own a dungeon?
If this were the 80s, maybe I’d have given him my number already and we’d be on our way to a Devo concert tonight.