thisnthatwithatwist

I know right pathetic! But I have my reasons.

My first serious boyfriend, Michael, is about to become a priest. After him I dated Matt for six months, until his neurosis and self deprecation led me to break up with him. I was not yet 16. Since then my love life has been one disastrous hookup after another and includes a guy who broke up with me to spear me from his mental illness, the huge baseball fan who told me that I was the greatest girl he’d ever met then never called me again, and most recently the former Abercrombie model who couldn’t stop talking about how hard it was to be around people who only cared about him because he was a model.  I know that my loved ones meant well but I’m beginning to lose faith in their judgment. I never thought I’d be the girl who looks to find love on a reality show, but I figure at least NBC has a rather solid screening process.

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