OK, now I am back to wanting an actual girlfriend. Like, I want one. I want to get married, settle down, have kids, etc etc. So I gotta find one now. What a fucking pain in the ass.
I mean, seriously. I have tried this. We have been through this. And I failed. But apparently you are not allowed to simply fail– if you go through twenty years of trying to find a nice girl to get married to, and you come out of it beat up and exhausted and you just, you’d like to enjoy a couple months of just sitting on the porch with your cat and a nice room temperature glass of inexpensive pinot noir on a Friday night instead of let’s go out to bars where girls used to go, look at the girls, and be too scared to talk to the girls—you can’t do it; some mechanism in your glands fires off after a few weeks of defeated but relaxing non-activity and says “OK, good halftime, let’s get back out there.” Continue reading
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