The Escapist

Last night, while hanging with my friend Social Flower, I decided that I am no longer in a position to give advice on dating, as I too am single. But between the two of us, who are complete opposites in a lot of ways, had one solid thing in common: dating in the city fucking sucks. And so I’m going to rant about it online! Because fuck it, if I don’t know the answers then maybe I can help with clues. Like a left over skeleton in an abandoned tomb, I may die alone here, but at least I can try to point to an exit.

I’m fkn tryin’ ova here

While I ended up having a lackluster night with some dude who’s story I will abso-fucking-lutely get into later, my friend ended up dancing it up at bar with annoying mediocre men grabbing at her attention. In their own way, both of our nights ended up with us being kinda over it.

And that’s why I’m starting this blog. We’re all kinda over it.

But hey girl, I’m in there with you. Lets ride this shit show together. Ya feel me tho?