I think I am relationship-ed out right now.
I seem to have exhausted my supply of care.
Instead each day, I go to work, and each night I come home, to my quite, well decorated condo, do domestic things and then comfortably watch my Grey’s Dvds.
People call. Interested men call. Most of the time I don’t pick up. Other times I lie, like I am extra-ordinarily busy. But I’m not. I’m just in a phase. In a “I don’t know what’s next phase?”
My biggest goal for the past three years has been to buy a place and (secretly) to win Dracs back. I achieved the first, and latter doesn't hold quite the same shine as before.
So now what?
Is this part the commercials?