So I was halfway filling out the application at match.com when I hear a familiar voice in my head ask, “Is that what you're going to wear?”
There is a part of me that feels I need someone to go through life with, and someone to hold my hand, when I get old and feeble. This might've been brought on by the Death of my Dad followed by my Aunt, but I can see the bus coming, and it's a ways off, but its not that far away. So I am torn between two worlds.
And today I decided to turn on a microphone and talk about it.