My love life is, for sure, a tragedy. It’s a combination of self
sabotage, picking horribly, and bad timing. It’s a complete clusterfuck,
and to be honest my love life has been nothing but a clusterfuck from
my very first date. I thought it was something that would improve with
time and age, and in a way it has, but definitely not too much.
For the past six years I have been single. Yes. Six. Fucking. Years.
Shoot me. I’m not even sure what happened and how time escaped me the
way that it did. Somehow six years went by where I had not been intimate
with a man. That seems absolutely insane. That’s something you hear and
expect the end of the story to wind up with the girl becoming a nun.
That is definitely not my story. My story involves hectic work
schedules, over stressed, financial ruin, major setbacks, major bouts of
depression, deaths in the family, more depression, blah, blah, blah. It
was never ending. I barely had time for human contact because
eve…