16th July 2014

I have this problem with guys.

It’s bad. I feel that every 20 something woman is either getting married, or on that track. So, by association to that age, I feel as if I need to be there too. That’s the root of the problem. 

All of my life I have , or at least feel, that I have been able to make friends easily. This also has translated in to … I have been able to find a date easily. It’s not hard, now quality… eh. So I pretty much find interesting guys … that don’t last. Ever. Ever Ever. I now begin to understand Sex in The City.

So what does it take to find a quality guy, and why am I so obsessed with finding him?

Oh.

It’s because , by association, I grouped myself into the “I don’t want to die alone” club.