From the December 2013 issue of Cosmo:
Dec. 21, 2013 - Jan. 31, 2014
"Venus in retrograde means all alliances, romantic or otherwise, need a reappraisal. You might see a cutie you let slip away come back for another try!"
Well, let me tell you, I have been fighting off the men with a pitchfork. I met one at a Starbucks after a Rent Party; another at the New Year's Eve party; a cutie I'd let slip away came onto me after the office party; and an old flame has been knocking at my door. It's all fine and dandy until Monday night comes around, and I've watched 2 episodes of Modern Family and 2 episodes of Law & Order: SVU, and ate way too many "quick carbs" and picked at my fingernails (which had been growing in so nicely.)
The truth is, Starbucks is still married. New Year's Eve is an unknown. The cutie suddenly starts ignoring me. And the old flame is nearly old enough to be my dad.
Sarah and Kari's Dating Disasters
Two women in their thirties, two different states, two ex-husbands, four children, and all the men that should have never made it to date one.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Completely normal questions
Why can't I find someone that has me in their subconscious mind?
Why can't I be a priority?
Why can't someone love me like I love them?
Why can't someone care that they hurt (crushed) my heart?
Why can't I be a priority?
Why can't someone love me like I love them?
Why can't someone care that they hurt (crushed) my heart?
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Kari: First, how we met.
Sarah C. sat in front of Kari C. in Mr. Brainerd's 7th-grade homeroom. Yes, his name was really Mr. Brainerd. He retired partway through the year, I think, and his replacement was the young, tall Mr. Hall.
Our lockers were adjacent all through middle school and high school. We sat next to each other in high school homeroom (Mrs. Reinis? Is that how her name was spelled?) It was a tiered chemistry classroom and we sat near Mike C., the douchebag, and Gina C., with that luxurious super-curly hair.
Sarah C. sat in front of Kari C. in Mr. Brainerd's 7th-grade homeroom. Yes, his name was really Mr. Brainerd. He retired partway through the year, I think, and his replacement was the young, tall Mr. Hall.
Our lockers were adjacent all through middle school and high school. We sat next to each other in high school homeroom (Mrs. Reinis? Is that how her name was spelled?) It was a tiered chemistry classroom and we sat near Mike C., the douchebag, and Gina C., with that luxurious super-curly hair.
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