I absolutely do not understand this thing called love. I don’t know how it works. I don’t know why we need it. And I don’t know how to do without it.

This is what I do know— marriage can be miserable, I mean talk about the pressure of having to supposedly get along with someone day in and day out, not to mention figuring out the house cleaning, food, maybe children, and money with that person.
I also know being single sucks, especially when it’s time to take the trash out or when you’re at an event that is couple-heavy and everyone is smiling, holding hands and smooching.

I’ve decided that in this modern day there is absolutely no winning. There are no good options:

Marriage = security and entrapment.

Single = freedom and loneliness.

In love = risky heartache and always the possibility of things going really wrong.

No love = avoidance, loneliness, denial, and depression.


Come along with me on the bizarre journey of love, romance, and dealing with the opposite sex in the 21st Century.