I’m caught up in this vicious cycle where the levels of frustration are so bad that I say to hell with it all. I take down all of my decorations and pretty pictures, and might even leave some threatening note before finally ending things for good.
After a couple of weeks or so, boredom usually sets in and a little sliver of hope pops into my mind that maybe – just maybe things will be different this time. Aren’t these the types of thoughts that makes a person want to have some reflective moments to re-evaluate their purpose and goals? Hell yeah, it certainly is so after much thought and consideration I’m back.
Trying to meet someone normal, for the umpteenth time.
and maybe, just maybe there won’t be so many desperate men who repeatedly send messages without having received one solitary response like this winner:
Or better yet, those whose mailing address begins with “U.S. Penitentiary…” have been placed on yard duty only and can stop wasting my time like this oratory genius:
I’ve heard that if you get stuck while doing something, it’s best to take a break and regroup. So with that being said, I’m going back in. Again.
Until there’s a cure for the dating hangovers…