A text you don’t want to get right before the first date.
“I am so excited to meet you tomorrow for dinner! I even got a pedicure from a little asian lady so my toes are all ready for you!”
Ummmm. Bye Felicia.
I am done with dating. I can’t do it. I have met too many weirdos and one guy that I truly loved. It isn’t meant to be.
I am better at accounting. Better at being a mom (which I suck at). And better at being a human than I am at putting myself in a vulnerable position to be rejected or hurt. And at best, weirded the fuck out.
I may be technically on the market, but I am tired of the market.
I just want to be myself and not have someone hating me for who I can’t be. Or loving me for my gas or my feet. WEIRDOS!!!!! Omg!!
