You know that moment when you truly know something just isn’t going to work? Maybe it’s that four-year relationship you endured or a friendship with way more cons than pros, but there is always that one instance that sounds the alarms inside your head indefinitely.
“I am done with dating,” I say surely, taking another sip of the tasty drink. The bar is completely empty now, and Alexander sits across from me in a very comfortable booth. He chuckles at my claim.
“Done forever?” he quizzes.
If only he knew my forever doesn’t look like everyone else’s, especially if I keep drowning my sorrows in alcohol.
I shake the morbid thought and nod my head.
“Forever indeed. I cannot keep dealing with these a*sholes on dating apps. It’s bad for my mental health.”
“Your mom may be disappointed…”