My weekend consisted of: a four-hour drive to Atlanta, a flight to Michigan, a funeral, two nights without quality sleep, a four-hour drive to Savannah, then six hours in the car to return home. To top it off, a text message from Mike, whom I've been "dating" for two months, asking if my phone was broken. I thought I was having doubts about him - now I'm sure of it.
My aunt Pat suggested I wouldn't find love until I was ready for emotional intimacy. Perhaps she's right, but I don't believe I'll be ready until men stop sucking.