No, not the clause that states that i’m apparently a big fat loser for being a participant in the online dating
cesspool world for 2 (TWO!) years with only a drinking problem and an addiction to prescription pain medications to show for it. Not even the clause that states that the law of averages has to at least bend in favor once every blue moon. It’s the loser clause that was invoked when after 6 months on shitty stellar Match.com when I hadn’t been able to secure a decent guy, much less a 2nd date (much to my delight dismay). They gave me another 6 months to search for free! Yey me! Or not. Hell, I’ve got to be able to find a good guy this time, right? Alas, my pity subscription runs out in a scant 28 days, with nary a date to show for it. I certainly haven’t been perusing the site lately (pretty much for the past 3 months), so I guess I better get to it so I have something to write about other than ‘woe is me’ crap. Oh, but I do have a confession to make. One that will probably make you all (the 3 of you that are left wondering what the hell ever happened to the fun and snarky gal that started this blog) bang your head against the wall and possibly throw your computer out the window, but that’s for another post. Yeah, I know. I suck. You’re welcome. 😉
Oh, and I was only kidding about the drinking problem and rx addiction. I don’t have any sort of addiciton to pills and I drink just fine, thank you.