Well hello.

Last night I took myself on a date to see Sex and the City 2. The only good parts were the gigantic $6 beer, box of M&Ms and the hot Danish dude.

Today I went to the gym to life weights with the big boys in what must have been a transparently desperate attempt to pick up some action at the gym. Too bad the place was populated by 16 year olds.

Funny thing is, I have no problem collecting phone numbers and engaging in inappropriate dalliances all over the world, but here at home, I am doomed. I'm beginning to suspect that there is some sort of curse.

Last weekend I got some sage advice from an NBA superstar. He told me I act like a man and think like a man. Ignoring that this is sort of an insult, he might be kind of right. I don't like being taken care of, I don't like depending on anyone, don't like owing anything. That's why I bought his dinner.