We all fart. But I try so hard to pretend that I don’t! I had a Carrie Bradshaw moment and farted in bed once. It was a silent fart, so I didn’t think he’d notice. But the smell! The rank smell trapped in between the sheets was proof enough. I farted and he knew but still had to ask, “What’s that smell? Did you just fart?” Yes, boo, I did.
There was a time where I’d openly share my magic number. That was before I was a 35-year-old woman who is still single. The older I get the higher my number gets. It’s part of dating. So, when a man asks what’s my number, I cringe. It’s not that bad. Or maybe it is! Who is he or anyone to judge? Still, it’s not the most comfortable conversation, especially when he says he’s only slept with five women. Enter embarrassed emoticon face!
Men have asked me why am I still single. Correction. They say, “You’re so beautiful and amazing. So, why are you still single?” Well maybe it’s because I haven’t met a beautiful and amazing man to match my beauty and amazement! At least that’s what I want to say. Usually I blush and eloquently state that I just haven’t found the right man.
