Never trust a man...
I have heard them all; Never trust a man in a bow tie. Never trust a man who doesn't like animals. Never sleep with a man who doesn't own books. Never trust a man with two first names.
After thinking about all of this advice (and never listening to any of it) I realize how smart I am for not taking it. I could sit here drinking my glass of wine that I so generously poured myself and blame not listening to this bullshit advice for my constant let downs from men all of ages. But that would be wrong. Yeah, maybe I should have been more suspicious of that 6 foot white 40 year old Jamaican Jew and maybe going home with a man I didn't believe spoke a lick of English was a horrible idea.
I could sit here making endless lists of reasons not to trust people. I said "I could" not that "I did". Stay with me now. At the end of this theoretical list that I never made I would realize that I am completely insane, throw it away and maybe, just maybe, I am actually the one who cannot be trusted. That doesn't matter. What matters most is that I am still alive to blog and tell about this and none of these idiots were smart enough to kill me.
I could be embarrassed of past decisions and choices I have made...but what good would that be? It's important to remember that regardless of something being the wrong or right choice, at one point the choice you made was exactly what you wanted. I stand behind all of my choices and find light and laughter in every dumb one that I have made. Eventually, what I want and what is right will magically become the same damn thing. Eventually. Until then, I will keep making the wrong choices and continue to provide you mindless entertainment as a result. Maybe it's okay to trust a man in a bow tie, for a night. Maybe there's nothing wrong with a man who doesn't like cats (either do I). While you are at it, go ahead and bang that man named John Joseph that doesn't own a single book-It might be the best sex of your life!