Wherein you can hide behind the guise of an anonymous post, I–very much unlike you–have the courage to open my life up to the public and to be honest about it. I never said I was perfect. If you have issues with the way I lead my life then don’t go to my site. Lose the blog address. Read things that are a better use of your time, you cowardly anonymous jerk.
You have me completely wrong. I am not needy for male companionship any more than the fact that I simply would love and welcome companionship of any kind. I’m not desperate for it–contrary to your sentiments. Do you want to hear that I spend every weekend at the SPCA in search of a dog. Is that wrong? Because of my dog search, am I needy? What about women my age who are single who desperately want a child? Is there something wrong with them if they incessantly talk about it? Do they need to get to the root of their problems?
This is a blog. I am a writer. Do you want to hear that I read the Wall Street Journal every day? Do you want to read about me eating Lean Cuisines for lunch and dinner? Is that better? Would that make you happy? At least that would eliminate your blasphemous post, yes? I write about dating. I write about men because that’s what’s going on in my life that garners interest.
I want to get a few things straight because you absolutely have no idea what you’re talking about, especially your comment about having ‘a chance for a real relationship.’ I do have real relationships, you bastard. I have real, heartfelt, loving relationships with my family and friends. Those are REAL relationships. It is a testament to the kind of person I am that I have friends from all walks of life, that I maintain these friendships, that I’m even friends with my ex-boyfriends. Believe me, I know how to sustain a “real” relationship.
I know I have issues. I’ve spent thousands of dollars on therapy to realize I need to work on myself. But being needy is not one of my issues. I am told all the time that I’m the most independent person that people know. I’m happy. I truly believe I lead an amazing, enchanted life. I don’t NEED a man. Once I get my Gatsby of a dog, I assure you, my life will be complete.
And when I find out who you are, I’ll sick him on you. “Get him, Gatsby, go!”