In an effort to cheer me up this morning, Citizen B linked me to F*** My Life (some of the stories on there are NSFW, consider yourselves warned). And I must say, it helped. It reminded me that at least I'm not dating a cheating bastard and my parents didn't celebrate my birthday on the wrong day for most of my life. It didn't make me feel better about my decision to unhide my profile on the dating site though. I hate dating. It feels so futile. I told Citizen B that I will hold her responsible if I never date again after reading all the horror stories about people in relationships and cheating, etc. on that site. She suggested we become spinsters together and throw things at kids who trespass on our lawns. And I reminded her that she currently has a very nice and considerate boyfriend. Lately, I feel like everyone is hooking up with good guys except me. But my friend Andrea did convince me that I don't need to have a job to start dating again. So I'm going to attempt it. But I'm going to be a little bit pickier this time around.
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