Life, Unexpected
It’s never what you think it will be, is it?
It’s never what you think it will be, is it?
The hurt, the resentment, the anger, all of it fades over time. It’s true. Now you can look back and see the past happiness you forgot was there.
him: “I tend to like things sauce-y. Pasta.. Stir-fry.. Steaks…”
me: “..wenches.”
him: “…”
Dammit.
And yet, despite HR directors and headhunters being wildly unimpressed with my modest attributes, friends and acquaintances are all about trying to get me to meet their single friends.