End of the Road

I think we need to take a break.

It’s not you, it’s me.

I’m like reallllllly busy with work. I’m not looking for anything serious. I need to just focus on me right now, and you deserve better. Let’s just be friends.

…But for real. I’m taking a hiatus from this whole blogging thing. For a couple reasons.

I’m so over online dating. My sister bought me like 6 months worth, but in that time, I’ve met approximately zero worthwhile men. If the men I’ve been on dates with are the cream of the crop, it was a pretty sad harvest.

At this point, I’d rather go buy myself nice dinners and drink beer alone. At least I know I’d actually enjoy the company.

But for real, who could do six months of that? It’s so frustrating. I’d rather die a slow death by a million papercuts. Or be urinated on by one of the homeless men on the Chicago Red Line.

So I’m taking a little breakski from match.com. The whole experience of dealing with duds makes me real mad, and I hate being mad. I’d rather think about happy things like cute baby animals or delicious beer.

Since I started this blog to talk about all the weirdos who try to find love on the internet, I won’t have anything to write about. And I get real uncomfortable talking about people that other people reading this blog know in real life. Lord knows I don’t like my own biznazzzz out in the open. They probably feel the same way.

SO merry christmas, find a new blog to read.

This is bobachel, signing off.

At least for now.