How about this: Make me an offer that you think takes into account the following: Worth of the ring. Emotional toll. The negative balance of my checking account. 1 year’s membership to Match.com. Seriously. Following the advice of another friend, one much less wise than Barrett, I got on Match because it seemed like time to move on. Good grief. Date #1 proudly proclaimed she had been in a Girl’s Gone Wild video (the one with Snoop Dogg) and was also a Reds fan (much less forgivable). Date #2 showed up on my porch one night with a psychological study explaining passive/aggressive disorder. Date #3 was a raging bulimic…and alcoholic. And date #4…well, you think I would have learned, no? One of the few girls I actually did like -a non Match.com girl - moved to Scandinavia…and not Scandinavia, Indiana.
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