I am the self-declared Ellis Island of dating. I am fairly certain that when a guy looks at me, he immediately receives the following message:
"Give me your immature, your poor, your psychological disturbed yearning to breathe without medication, the wretched refuse of your sexually confused. Send these, the helpless, send them to me, I will undoubtedly let them in the door!"
So, this blog is dedicated to the experiences of one girl and her huddled mass of friends that share the curse. But, believe me, everything that has happened to us has resulted from the fact that it sounded like a good at the time.
