I'm done with men. For real this time. I know, I've said it before but this time I really mean it.
Oh yeah - hello everyone. For those who don't know me, suffice it to say my love life is a wreck. It's a 15 car pile up on the Interstate that's so bad rubberneckers on the other side of the road start to crash into each other.
To put it in musical terms, usually I go from this:
To this:
And I don't mean that I go from a funk band with a full horn section to Freddie Mercury prancing around in whatever the hell it is he's (sorta) wearing.
What I mean is, invariably the following scenario plays out: I open my heart to someone. They rip it out and stomp on it. I swear off men. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
It hasn't always been this way for me though. So I have decided to do a full assessment of my so-called love life and figure out exactly why things aren't working out for me. Hell it's cheaper than therapy and probably more productive too.
