Those are the famous last words from a loving relative at the height of the most ridiculous arguement I've ever had in my life. Being that said relative has the perfect life: great job, great(so it appears) marriage, great(or, so they hope) kids, the comment stung. In the heat of the moment or drunk, people are usually most honest. Is this what said relative thought of me? That I was alone because I was not quite capable of sitting down and shutting up?
Well, I'll be damned.
Truth be told, I can't pinpoint one particular reason why I am single. Maybe it's because my dating experiences have been less than optimal. Or maybe I am not quite into being in a serious relationship at the time. Quite possibly, it's because I'm so sick of dealing with pompous arses that I'd rather toy with them and enjoy myself while they drive themselves mad.
No reference to noted relative being a pompous arse, but whatever.
My last relationship was with The Ex. The Ex was a nice looking guy of the tall, dark, and handsome variety. He was also a user who broke it off with me because I was not willing to support him and his silly spending habits. He found it ideal to date others who were willing to give him money while in a 'relationship' with me. This did not bode well for The Ex, who begged relentlessly for 2 months before I blocked him from calling me. Alas, I think he is gone for good.
This blog will chronical what it's like to be a late twenty-something living in a metropolis - the good, the bad, and the ugly. And boy, does it get ugly...
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