*blue balls not included.
…and then there was nothing.
If I could have any superhuman power, it would be to know what the other person is thinking. This is what I absolutely hate about dating. You never have any idea that is going on inside the other person. They can lead you on to think one particular way, and then you never hear from them again. Apparently, I not only attract athletes, but men with incredible disappearing acts.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
