Introduction

Oh Dear. How to Begin…

Lately I’ve been wondering do animals feel shame or heartache? Do they ever have lovelorn thoughts and suffer in agony for the love they cannot have?  It has been noted that Animals be they of the aviary kind or the meat eating kind always fight when necessary for the female and the dominant male that wins gets the girl. What happens to the loser? Does he pine away for the female still, thinking up break up poems in his language as he wanders the African Savannah or Icy Tundra?  Do they re-think that moment over and over, saddened at their broken dreams lying like abandoned gnawed bones? 

Last time I checked, most animals don’t have those feelings we have. If this is true, then we humans should either be grateful or hateful of these emotions.
This blog is here to highlight the regret, shame, happiness, regret, love, whimsy, regret, bliss, mostly regret of one girl in her non-dating life but ever present missed connection world.
If you read this blog, laugh from it, pity from it, learn from it, don’t do the mistakes I did, and if some things come out in a slight comic nature, it was unintentional.

Here We Go.

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TO ALL THE GUYS I’VE EVER LOVED .....…..not really, I didn’t have the nerve to talk to you and I don’t know if you were looking at me or the sky or someone else and I didn’t want to look like a loser talking or looking at you when you probably had someone else in mind to talk to and look at and what if you already had someone? Or Rejected me? That would’ve crushed me so I just didn’t look at you but if you did, I’m not an arrogant snob, have you ever read “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen? I’m totally Darcy in that book, may look arrogant but was looking at you when you weren’t looking. Is that what they call stealing glances? Anyway, as Will Smith a.k.a. the Fresh Prince of Bel Air once said, “ I noticed you noticing me; so I just want to put you on notice that I noticed you too” That’s how I felt but I’m a scaredy cat but I’ll always remember you as the one who got away who may or may not have liked me and that I’ll never know the answer and I’m okay with that. I guess…................