I am cursed!
Or maybe blessed. All depends on how you look at it.
I should have this relationship-thing figured out by now. Yet, I haven't even figured mySELF out enough to know how to properly engage in, and most importantly, maintain one.
If a guy is a total knucklehead, trust that he will find me! Love me, even.
If a guy is a decent man who takes a liking to me, it is a scientifically proven fact that I, singlehandedly, will drive the poor man to the very brink of insanity (or murder, or even worse - windshield bashery, or a verbal string of pre-existing and self-invented cusswords).
And yet, as I have followed my female friends' relationships through their frequent facebook status updates (say that five times fast), I realize I am not alone. Not by a longshot! I'm beginning to worry that the stock of good men is dwindling, and fast! And yet, the thought of sharing this plight with a bounty of other ladies... doesn't make me feel any better.
Relationships are stewpit.
And I think I have Adult A.D.D.
Ooh, look! A marble!
