In case anyone out there is stubbornly staring at the wall like I once did, allow me to try to explain my evolution. Me on a couch, cozying up to whomever I am dating at the time!Perhaps we are conversing over wine, but more than likely there are two bottles of Corona with a splash of orange juice and we are enjoying what is known as “man-mosas.” As things get more comfortable, perhaps I introduce him to my Al Gore impression and, if that goes over well, my theory that in the event of an actual zombie apocalypse, the undead would simply rot away within a few days and no longer pose a threat. Maybe something in his brain is broken and he can’t process feelings?
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I had a tough-love therapist a while ago who frustrated me to no end. Slowly over time, as I’ve aged from a 22-year-old deer-in-headlights to an actual adult, I’ve started to understand what my therapist meant.