This morning on my brutal 6 mile jog amidst surface-of-the-sun-like temperatures with humidity that rivals only Hell's Kitchen I did a lot of thinking. Not that I don't normally do a lot of head-pounding when I'm kicking assphault, but today was unusually exceptional.
I kept thinking about how I need to accept my:
And, how I need to work on my:
And furthermore, how I need to learn to better:
Stop wishing and start doing
All the while, this was the view I had for all 6 miles.
Not a bad life.
I'd just prefer to share it with someone.
Preferably not someone who:
Talks about his peter size in his online profile (yes, it happens)
Places a profile picture of himself asleep (slay me now)
Is more into Sunday Night football than me
As you may have guessed, I'm back trying online dating.
American Bridget: 0.