I’ve decided to become a nun. Ok, not really.
But I have learned how truly shallow I am. The impossible expectations and standards are roadblocks for anyone who even gets close to me.
I don’t feel like I need anyone who is over 10 years older than me. I feel like that should be standard. A given. Apparently not. If you are over 50, please don’t talk to me. I’m not into it.
I must have someone taller than me. I’m not going to be bigger than my spouse. Just no.
I must have a sense of humor. If you can’t laugh at yourself, um……..you aren’t going to like it when I do it.
You must be ok with me having children. Period.
I hate dating. I hate people. I hate being single. And I freaking hate being alone. How’s that for a dichotomy?
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