ALL BY MYSELF...

So I’ve decided that since there don’t seem to be any men out there that can handle all of this awesome... 

I have different theories and they range from low self esteem to psychosis... BUT that’s not what this little blurb is about... I digress... 

like I was saying... ...since I am ok with the fact that my life partner is Jack  

 I’ve decided to just start dating myself.  I enjoy my own company, I have money, and I don’t expect me to pretend to enjoy sex because I splurged and got an appetizer... 

I take myself to see all the romantic comedies I think look cute... I mean it’s easy to find someone to sit through Avengers, but it makes you a weirdo if you drag your Dad to go see The Lucky One... ok weirder than someone who at 29 dates themselves.. 

Last weekend I actually did take myself to see “The Lucky One”... I enjoyed it and it was an uneventful outing. 

Today I went to go see “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” 

I walk up to the counter to purchase my ticket...

Me: “One for ‘What to Expect...’ please.”

Cashier: “Wait, what movie?”

Me: “Uh, ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting?”

Cashier: “Oh, uh, ok.”

Pause...

Cashier: “Wait, how many?”

Me: “Ha, just one.”

Cashier: “Just one?”

Me: “Yes, just one ticket.”

Cashier: “Really?”

Me: “Ha yes, I’m all by myself... I would like to purchase one ticket so I can see this romantic comedy by myself.”

Cashier: “Oh, sorry, just checking.”

Me: “Haha thanks.”

It was an OK movie... my life though... my life is AWESOME