....which is not hard to pick up on, as I'm a terrible actress when it comes to preserving the dignity of my appearances.

Aside from work, the most exciting thing that happened to me all week was getting felt up by my male doctor. Ok, so he didn't really feel me up, he gave me a "breast exam." Come on, is there really that big of a difference?! If I didn't find him somewhat attractive (in a disturbing patriarchal Republican sort of way), I guess you could say he was doing his job. But being a very prudent (hard up) participant in the social dating world (hahahah), it felt like action to me.

I'M JUST KIDDING, EVERYONE (and by everyone, I mean mom, grandma, and any other family)!!! My doctor is actually a very nice man (even if he does prescribe antibiotics like their tic tacs) who is dedicated to his work. I'm just reaching a new milestone of singlehood...!

In truth, though, I am really enjoying being single for once in my life. It's a million times better than the dysfunction junction that I had confused with relationships. Beside the firm body, youth is highly overrated. It's much more gratifying to have a grip on reality and know one's limitations.

Just for today, I am happy to be single.