Feb 23, 2019
5 min read
So, I’m at the Grocery Store Stalking Men…
The man of my dreams does not eat Fruity Pebbles
It’s 7:45pm on a Friday night and I’m at the grocery store because I’m out of cat food. This sentence sums up my entire existence as a single person. It’s okay to be jealous.
Having recently publicly stated that I would experiment in trying to meet men in an old school manner, I…
