Kissing sober would imply you’ve had a significant other (non-feline, that is). But like, where do you even find one? Can’t just pick it up at a Costco.
Finding the one
But, as of this writing, I am still very much single (like no one to text with single) and for the first time in my life, I realized that it’s okay.
All I can say is, you do you, man.
I’ve spent much of my life chasing men who aren’t equally interested in me. Thrillingly, this habit has made me an expert at getting over Mr. Wrong.
I never realized what this could actually turn into, but when does anyone ever know, right?
I’m happy that my friends found their dream men, but I’m also happy that I didn’t.
I’m trying to do this thing where I love myself more, and unavailable men are like self-esteem vacuums.