Sex & the Single Woman: Game Over?
I recently proclaimed my goal of starting to play the field. After years of being a one-man kinda gal, I wanted to try my hand at relaxing, taking things as they come, and in general keeping my options open.
Well, it seems that the player has gotten played.
Not in the technical sense. More in the fact that I realized that I am totally not cut out to fly by the seat of my pants. I am totally Type A and the uncertainty of playing the field wore me down faster than I could have imagined.
I’ve decided the best place for me is probably on the sidelines, or at the very least somewhere far away from team sports.