Life is beautiful. But it can also be really fuc&ed up soemtimes. Sometimes you have to even have to say "you can't make this shut up" cause we can really make up some shit. But this? This is just the universe making sure I keep my sense of humor, and my will. Without trying believing there is a shiny pot of gold at the end of this rainbow made by these storms, it would all be a crazy and sick, sick joke!
But at least I have you and I have so much to tell you. None of these itches want to friggin listen to what I'm trying to say. It's not as easy as just going to a bar or church or work or satomg sight and meeting a guy that you actually wind up marrying. Those are just your Nochy's. The little notches made in your looooong belt of dating stories, be them physical or no, all of these damn Notch's have an important role in our life, even if it means for a good laugh.
Lemme tell you, I joined a dating website - I'm on that ish now - and more than half of the reason I'm still on that piece of junk is that it provides me with a bit of entertainment and hilarity. The other part is hope, but that's going nowhere fast.
The hope is to find the guy, MY guy, who wants to not date but wants a family with someone and is willing to date to find that person. And then he finds me. INSTEAD, I'm finding a bunch of bums (no offense boys).
So let me telling a story, and please know all names are fictional as to predict and preserve the individuals. But all the stories are pretty much based on a true story. Unfortunately.
Here we go!
