Love. Sigh. It is both a blessing and a curse. We seek it, we crave that heart that connects with ours, we believe that somewhere there is someone who excites our soul.
Now as y'all know, I have had some peculiar meetings/dates in the past (see here, here, and here for reference.) So I have decided that I am going to start my own business. I'm gonna interview all potential dudes who want to date women and do an appraisal. I will take out all of the guesswork so you won't have to endure a date with a don't. Hmmm, catchy, maybe I can call it Don't Date A Don't?
This last week has been surreal. As in, this can't be life. I have been getting lots of male attention (Mike Jones!) but the level of biscuit behavior (flakiness) and shenanigans is on a hoe notha levah.
Yet there is one particular occurrence of buffoonery that needs to be told.
People make lots of assumptions about me and my life....
Apparently word on the street is that I am some jet-setting social butterfly with lots of options for male companionship. Now the social butterfly part is correct but the rest of it...
I was having a conversation with a friend and she was telling me that she gets approached by men all the time. She said that it's because she has a "yes" face....