Oh, it is a red letter day for Bitter Without Continues readership, as i have cranked the proverbial bitter-gauge to Eleven.
Three months ago, I started this column at a point in my life that was desperately seeking change in scenery and situation.
One of the major aspects, was that I (unbeknownst to me at the time) was just getting out of a turbulent relationship, which feels like marks the billionth time in a row that I’ve been involved in a crazy pairing that just wasn’t going to work, for whatever various reasons that are at hand.
I’m writing this today, single, and after a couple of months of waiting to get back on the dating circuit, looking like I’m about to get stood up on a goddamn date that was really looking forward to all week. So I’m in less than an enthused mood as I currently write this.
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