A letter to… a universe that keeps sending me the wrong man

After I waited and waited for a guy, you finally threw me one when I was 22. Twenty-two! I have a bone to pick with you. You must stop sending me the wrong man this instant. I’m going to be 30, and your game is stale now that we are in the fourth round.The first one was bad enough. After I waited and waited for a guy, you finally threw me one when I was 22. Twenty-two! I had my first real, grown-up kiss at 22 – how pathetic is that? Continue reading...