The world is exploding with weddings and babies and first homes and the closest thing I’ve got going on is my recent and very unfortunate walk of shame. I don’t understand why I’m still more likely to be stumbling home in ripped pants and a broken shoe than getting serious and finding more than some random dude in a bar.* But the thing is, I don’t really know if I want anything more than that. I mean, it would be great to meet an awesome guy, but marriage and kids and all of that… I’m just not sure I’m ready for that.
* Um, this makes me sound super slutty, but in actuality, I am not even close. That’s more my Jewish BFF’s area of expertise. (BURN!) I haven’t had a walk of shame since 2001 and it is most definitely not something I’m at all proud of. Seriously.