While driving me to the airport last month, my friend Andrew asked, “So, you dating anyone? I’m assuming the answer is yes, since you’re always dating someone.”
The answer, of course, was yes.
Two days ago, my brother and I were discussing the creeping demise of the very same relationship and my dating history in general. My brother, being the jerk/great guy he is, asked, “Do you ever think you’re the problem?”
The answer, of course, was yes. Yes, I am. But only because, as a serial monogamist, I’m looking for love in all the wrong places, looking for love in too many faces. (Kidding—surely I have, like, one more flaw.)
Now, I’m not saying this thing—my current relationship—is over quite yet, because, in the words of Lenny Kravitz, it ain’t over ‘til it’s over, but I’m here to put this out into the universe: I’ll be okay either way. I’ll be okay.