An enjoyable read for all the single ladies. And relatable.
My dating past is, well, there are a lot of adjectives that could be used to describe it: hilarious, ridiculous, messy, spotty, did I mention ridiculous?? Every time someone asks me if I’m seeing anyone, I immediate go on the defense. It goes something like this:
Random Person at Networking Event: So, what does your husband do?
Me: <begin awkward movements: first up – wring hands> Oh, I’m not married.
RP@NE: Oh, how about your boyfriend?
Me: <much more hand wringing) Nope… strike two.
RP@NE: Oh, you’re single? Well, that can’t be! You’ll find someone. He’s out there. Just stop looking! Let him find you! You’re great – there’s no way you’ll be single forever.
RP@NE: Is that cheese? I’m going to go get some cheese. <super awkwardly walks away>
Beyond being able to quickly change into PJs the moment you walk in the door and hog the…
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