Single life started out kind of like this - awkward as hell, not at all sure what I was doing. I hadn't dated since I was 16. Certainly hadn't dated middle-aged men who had their own homes and no curfew.
As my friends call me the red squirrel, my next phase went something like this, playing around, not sure what the goal was as I parried and then retreated --
Next, the onslaught of the wrong types, it went something like this --
At this point, it's feeling something like this --