The more things change...

...the more they stay the same.

Lol. It's been awhile yet, unsurprisingly, I'm still in the same position. Ix nay on the oy bay I could have oved lay.

Update: acquired Latino Don Juan who hunted me like the dickens. Was fun. Helluva kisser. Felt flattered and admired. Nice to be pursued.

Reality Check: Seems said Don Juan is only interested in one thing...despite assurances otherwise...and it pisses this non-giver of said thing off to no end.

Conclusion: am destined to remain singleton, become crazy cat lady, and eventually get eaten by wild dogs in an ironically Bridget Jones-esque fashion. Before death will write poems/novels of love that I am less than likely to attain that shall be unearthed post-mortem.

Consolation: will hopefully publish said book of poetry and/or novel to make my status of destined doggy dinner slightly more bearable. May also attend ivy league school or live in England where my bitter cynicism will be dubbed normal and entertaining. Hoorah for dry British wit.

Current Status: Wishing I was not in state of sappy 18th century Romance writer too in love with cliches...Wanting someone to, a la Maroon 5, have someone who will "tap on my window, knock on my door. Come and make me feel beautiful." Someone who wouldn't "mind waiting every day, out on my corner in the pouring rain," would "look for this girl with a broken smile, ask me if I'd like to stay a while..." say "You will be loved. You will be loved..."

Redezvouzs with redundancy. Gotta love 'em.