Single life blows →[More:]
Weirdly, I had my longest relationship starting at age 19. Each subsequent relationship has been shorter than the last (with some short-term interludes). Lately I go on dates, and the dates are nice and smart and cute, and on paper we would get along great, but one or the other or both of us is disinterested. When I was 19 I was all optimism and full of falling-in-love energy for every passing lady with a brain and a pair of combat boots. Now I'm so cynical I'm sure I'm destined to die a lonely butch spinster. And I don't even like cats! I mean, not enough to be a crazy cat lady anyway.