I’m writing a second memoir that is a collection of essays.
In it I talk about my adventures in life and love in the Big City.
One thing I recommend is not putting all your eggs in one basket as the expression goes. Apt because we are women who get fixated on finding the right guy.
To wit: last fall there was a guy I was interested in. At that time I went to a holiday dinner where another guy chatted me up.
Interested in the first guy I got up at the end of the dinner and said goodbye to Guy Number 2 and walked out.
Fool! It turned out Guy Number 1 had a 7-year relationship with a girlfriend.
Now Guy Number 2 who I’ve become interested in is nowhere in sight.
Online dating isn’t for me. I’ve given up online dating for good.
You know something’s not right when the dating profile says a guy wants to meet “an intelligent woman who loves life and likes to laugh.”
I am that kind of girl. When I meet him he’s not interested. His version of intelligent is reading James Patterson books.
My version of intelligent is getting up on stage to perform at poetry readings.
There’s no guy in sight. (Play the violin strings and I’ll cry on cue.)
Moral of the story:
Play the field until you have an actual boyfriend in your arms.
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