Because then I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit anymore. I’m also currently reading a book called, A Year Straight: Confessions of a Boy-Crazy Lesbian Beauty Queen. Between this article and this book, I am so glad that I have found DH. I don’t have to deal with trying to find someone who loves me. I don’t have to go on awkward first dates (and second and third ones). I don’t have to worry that my insane bitchiness will scare away any self-respecting man so therefore I have to hide and pretend I’m someone who is actually nice and kind and thoughtful. I don’t have to worry about anything related to men.

DH is a peach and I’m so glad he’s mine. No, you can’t have him!