So, let's just say, I'm not the most gifted or lucky in love. I am a put her heart on her sleeve, give you the shirt off my back (if flashing were okay) type of girl and usually it means that I'm hypothetically topless and alone. How does that happen?
Anyways, I'm sure I could read up on women with daddy issues, how women don't fall to their gender roles and look after themselves, or about how men genuinely only want the size 0, blonde, newly legal bimbo telling me why I'm single. But I think I'm just gonna go with my singleness is a purely "me" issue. I find men who need work. I like a good fixer upper. The problem with this idea is that eventually you burn out. The relationship becomes completely lopsided and then you're capsizing like the freaking Titanic.
So, here's the thing. Maybe it's best to be single and ready to mingle until you figure your shit out. I've been single a lot, I've also had a lot of relationships that I learned more about numero uno- moi. I'm not saying I'm a serial dater, but I've been open to the experience. And man, has it been a ride.
I'm showing my exes one day at a time that I'm better off without you, but I'm better off as well from knowing you. There's a frightening thought cause some of you were freaking headcases.
Well, there you have it folks, that's the relationship/single bubble in a nutshell.
Now bugger off.
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