So here I sit, needing to studying for accounting, yet all I can think about are my failed relationships and awful dating history. I like to think of myself as a catch, or so I like to reassure myself, so why do I have such trouble in the dating pool?
Sure, all of my good friends are married with kids. Sure they all have married friends. Sure all the single guys I know are mostly gay or incredibly immature/damaged. But there are tons of fish in the sea, right??? Apparently, all of the fish left have been tainted by oil spills and pollution because the men I have met lately, are seriously insane. From 35 year old's who try to drink like they are 20 year old college students to 23 year old meat heads who took one too many hits in football... I have stories for days about the ridiculous dates I have been on over my dating career. Some of you know them and always tell me I could write a book.
Well, here I am. Writing a blog. Call me the next Carrie Bradshaw- High expectations, self-aware with quite the shopping problem. What's the point of all this? Comical insight to my inner thoughts and single life. Turn away now... It's probably best. Sarcasm runs thick and I'm not holding back.
I'm confident this will be a short-lived blog!
ReplyDeleteMake this happen.....seriously. But also think about adding (maybe a copy) onto Tumblr too. Much more "in" than blogger.
ReplyDeletePatience is key, my darling! Don't forget...Carrie lands Mr. Big in the end ;)
ReplyDeleteAllen, I hope you're right LOL...
ReplyDeleteLisa. My Mr. Big is finally out of my life. So happy to say that too. Don't worry. He'll get his own section on here haha