The ubiquitous poke, the race to make a Top 10 Friends and the temptation to “innocently” stalk the potential new relationship or the one that has just ended have changed our interactions.
It’s not that I have extremely high standards. I’m just a gal who needs a man who can provide certain things. Those things do not include the desire to round-house him in the neck.
My last relationship ended much like they all do – I had the graphic realization that I was dating a conniving whore, and things came tumbling down faster than a game of Jenga between two cerebral palsy patients.
Thank God for honest friends. Or maybe thank the Devil for them. I haven’t decided yet. Today, I was hit with a harsh dose of reality when a good friend of mine told me that…