I was at physical therapy for my shoulder and mentioned to a lady there that there are worse things in life than not having a boyfriend or a husband.
She: Maybe you're too particular.
Me: Maybe I'm NOT.
She looked surprised.
Me: It's not like what you see on TV where I can't decide between these two really great guys and one is a lawyer and the other is a millionaire property owner. The millionaire property owner was an alchoholic, then there was the guy who pulled my hair, and then there was the man who I dated most recently who wanted me to go away with him when I had just had surgery and was still on vicodin. So thanks anyway, but you wouldn't pick any of them either.
She: Well, it sounds like you're making a wise decision not seeing them anymore.
She kind of didn't know what to say after that... I didn't really either. (I've been dealing with some dramas that I actually can't blog about not even anonymously that truly fit in this category.)