And how, in a matter of seconds, did I go from smitten to panicked?
Spoiler alert guys: It always ends in pain. Someone will eventually die. In this case, we hadn’t even started dating.
Where is the one cute guy that’s never dated and who doesn’t own a dungeon?
If this were the 80s, maybe I’d have given him my number already and we’d be on our way to a Devo concert tonight.
While they were breaking up with me, my last two boyfriends both said they wished they had treated me better.
What I have learned over the years is that when you meet a guy, sex will always be a question. Once it’s answered, then things can move forward but not until then.
Now that I know this chemistry exists, what I want to know is whether it will happen again.
I’m not saying to the sky, “Deliver unto me a boyfriend.” But I miss butterflies in my stomach.
Now I’m facing down a marriage-less future where my mother constantly asks me about making babies and I’m haunted about whether where I live affects my date selection.