If you, my readers, are wondering why I’m talking about old dates and old stories…by request, I’m writing about these old stories before putting my dating life and quite possibly, this dating blog, to rest.
I’m tired of all the cheats, the liars, the idiots…The Chemist did it in for me, and now there’s The Last Guy, and he’s truly a sweet one…but I’ve just become so cynical and I fear I’m starting to turn into one, insensitive bitch.
I don’t WANT to be that person, and I dislike that I’m become this person. But, all of these guys have turned me into that woman. And that doesn’t make for a good dating story.
So bear with me.