I’m an incredible ex-girlfriend.
They lure you in with their high-end bachelor pads and $14 cocktails.
I can see their potential. I can see the best version of whatever man strikes my fancy. Doesn’t sound like such a bad thing, does it? You can’t date potential though.
I had a plan, a system, and rules to follow. I looked at match.com profiles with the same discriminating eye I would review a resume from a potential candidate for a job.
I found myself at 29 living alone for the first time.
You know what makes us the craziest? The thing making our inner psycho bitch come screeching out? What makes our insecurities…
Can’t I just get a nice guy with a touch of a wild streak? Are all of them snatched up already?
I’m trying to quarantine the pain, the sharp edges, because I don’t want to cut anyone else.
Once you mention you’re not drinking alcohol, people automatically withdrawal from you.
No one ever died of hurt feelings.