keep your bow, cupid
for all of my so-called adult life, i have been, to put it mildly, attached. so, i’m just realizing now that it is of utmost importance that our honorable lawmakers stop whining about moral revolution and start passing a bill declaring matchmaking an act punishable by death through a firing squad (archers, please step up to the plate; should serve them right for playing cupid!).
it was my first day back in smpsi and i hadn’t so much as gotten one client schedule and already, they’ve found me a possible match! our university professors warned us that audit life would be no walk in the park. but what i’ve discovered is that it’s way easier to resolve internal control issues with management than to (politely) field romantic suggestions. and as if that wasn’t bad enough, i come home to a beaming uncle, who wanted me to hook up with his (seaman) apprentice, whom he had brought along with him.
now at the risk of being labeled as overreacting (which i actually am known for at times haha), i had to check myself if i had painted a "wanted: male gigolo" sign in bold red letters on my forehead and had somehow forgotten to scrub it off in the shower. hmm… 
after seeing that my forehead was just its usual shiny self, i had to finally (helplessly) admit that well, other people just can’t stand single people; that their altruistic tendencies automatically kick in and rob them of all reason. i say unreasonable, for surely if reason prevailed, they’d be off my case. for pete’s sake, my status is complicated enough as it is. i’m single but i’m… oh, nevermind. some things are best kept off the blogsphere 
