I know I have you in pure suspense at this point wondering what in the world is wrong with me because something must be, right? When the relationship finally ended nine years past its due date… I wanted so badly to have a conversation with a a full- blooded, successful, independent man.Unfortunately, I was 21, and the pickings for established fellow 21-year-olds was, well, nonexistent. Well, my friends, it is so and it is so not as disturbing as you may have convinced yourselves it is.I don’t have daddy issues, I wasn’t violated as a child, I didn’t come from a broken home, and I am not a gold digger. At 21 years old, when I began dating him, I had just gotten out of a 10-year on-again-off-again relationship.
We do have oddities that we don’t see eye to eye on, but we certainly don’t have any issues holding a conversation, debate or wrestling match.
One evening after we started dating, I was trying to win his heart over by showing him my impressive ability to down copious amounts of booze and still remember every word to Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” during karaoke night at the local dive bar.