dying alone.

While discussing the bleakness of my dating life with a co-worker this morning one of my ear hustlin’ residents said “Miss, I am surprised you are still single, guys love you — you get hit on all the time!”  To which I responded, “Well the thing is Mr. F, they don’t count if they are high, drunk or living in a tent.”  To which he replied, “Well then s**t ma’am, it looks like you may, in fact, die alone.”