This time last year, I didn't have a date that ended less than perfectly. Sure, I wasn't in to every guy, but every guy...well, they were into me.
I don't know what has changed, but I can guess. Perhaps I've become a patchwork of broken relationships. Perhaps every one of them has had a few stitches short, and now I'm a patch short of a quilt. I'm not sure, but whatever it is, something has gone seriously awry.
Maybe I'm jaded. Maybe I've dated too long. Maybe the sociopath and the guys that have only used me for sex have now ruined me for all the good guys out there.
I smile. I laugh. I make conversation. And nothing.
I'm doomed, huh? Just me and the single life, I suppose. Thank goodness I have cats...
