Tall, Dark, Handsome

I fell out of love with my type.

Well, with one of my types because I sort of rotate them. Sometimes they are dark, sometimes they are not. Sometimes they are full of potential, other times they are full of money. Sometimes they are artsy, and still other times, they are nerdy.

“And I thought you were my friend”

So I have a theory. Sort of like the theory which says men and women can’t be friends. You know that theory (how I feel about it is another blog post for another day.) Well, my theory is this; that adults find it difficult to make new adult friends. They just stick to their oldContinue reading ““And I thought you were my friend””