Saturday musings
It occurs to me that my most-dysfunctional relationships appear to be the most-honest ones.
I mean, boys are yucky. And they lie. And they are high-maintenance and want to get laid all the time.
Which, hey, I can live with. Not the lying but I’d rather be contorting myself into unnatural positions a few times a day rather than wondering where else they’re getting it if I’m not providing it.
In any event, I wonder whether I’m loath to bring new people into my life because there’s only room for one all-consuming job in my life.