May 4, 2006
It's been two years. I've been on my own. What a wild ride it's been. I have settled into a magnificent job that I adore. I live in a decent apartment. I have traveled. But the dating scene has been the thorn in the side of my emotions. I have come to the conclusion that there are very few men around that have any substance. All they want is sex. I am so sick of it. What is wrong with sex AND fun AND movies AND golf AND laughing AND talking. Anyone for companionship? What is so awful about that???