Snarky musings from a dyed-in-the-gingham Midwesterner with penchants for cheese and the color mustard.
I’ve never seen a film like Wild where the woman ends up with no man, no money, no family, no opportunity, but she still has a happy ending.
Fine you all win. I’m getting a burger and beer with this OKC guy on Friday.
1. This hot guy messaged me on OKC about lakes. I responded because he was hot but didn’t think there was much there. Now he has asked me out, and I can’t even begin to imagine how awkward that would be.
2. I messaged a hot guy, who did respond (ladies taking initiative on this site rarely pays off) but hasn’t asked me anything about me. Oh, and he lives an hour away in the burbs.
Is this really the only way to date these days?
Because I fucking hate it.