So here’s the thing: Just when I’ve gotten to a place where I’m not too worried about being a thirty seven year old bachelor and even managed to find some optimism, I get kicked in the teeth a sent back to the beginning. Why you ask? I was driving home from work the other day whistling in the car and snapping my fingers to some nice little tunes on the radio when I stopped at a busy intersection. While waiting for the light to turn green something caught my eye about the homeless guy begging for money on the corner. He had himself a little homeless girlfriend! So basically the homeless have more luck when it comes to love that I do. Something about that is just sad. 🙂