The Cat Lady

Okay, so I've resolved never to date again. Or at least not in this decade. From what I've seen, the pickings are slim and quite frankly, I don't know who's lying and who ain't. I put in real information because it never dawned on me to make one up (which is what I should have done). Like Tammy Trailertrash or something. Anyway, at the risk of sounding like a cold-hearted snob, if I say I'm a lawyer making between $100 & $150k per year, what are the odds I'm going to talk to some cowboy-looking dude out in BFE who's looking for a "good woman who ain't into head games?"

So my research has afforded me the following: my STBX is a lying sack of hamster crap (yeah, duh), there are more desperate people than ever before, and I could get a date tomorrow if I'd just lowered my standards. However, lowering my standards is why I have two idiots for former spouses. Like I said, I'll be the little old crazy lady who talks to her cats.