I have to...wash my hair

Dating sucks. Really. A friend of mine was telling me the other day how she practically has a date with a different, new dude almost every weekend and while some gals may have been jealous, I can safely say I was not.
While I can't exactly say I have thousands of dudes knocking on my door, I have been asked out and have politely (yes I can be polite) declined due to the fact that I find it almost torturous to hang out with someone that I barely know. Awkward silence, the trying to impress you wining and dining, asking questions such as where did you grow up, what's your favorite movie, the "sooooo...what else"'s are really not my idea of a good time. Not to mention that I have a hard time being my fabulous self (kidding) around a stranger. The last date I went on having a conversation with the dude was like waiting in the dentist chair. Needless to say, it did not work out.
According to my friends, unless I want to be an old cat lady in the future, I'm going to have to give in one of these days and just give one of these dreaded "d" words a shot. Well see.

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