Oh, man… And here I was, at the age of 26, thinking it gets better after a certain age. That I won’t have to be talked at on a date; or on the contrary, won’t have to “run” the date and make the guy feel comfortable so we can have a two-way conversation. It doesn’t get better! My whole life was a lie!

Seriously, though, I recently started texting a 35-year-old guy. I thought at that age people learn the art of communication, but NOPE! Not even close. He is the most BORING person I have ever texted. The fella doesn’t seem to pick up emotional queues. For example, I told him it was nice of him to adopt a cat instead of getting her from a breeder, and how great it is that there are people out there thinking about adoption; that animals should be cared for better; and that we should all donate more often to animal shelters. His reply? “Thanks”. Thanks?? I just poured my soul into my text, complimented you three times, brought up three important topics… and your reply is “thanks”?!

I give up. I seriously do.

Kerry! Thank you for opening my eyes. I shall look up animal shelters and prepare to spend my life with four cats.