I couldn’t find a good man no matter what I did. I was just desperate.
So, being the organized person I am, I made a list.
First, friends set me up; then I went to clubs; then I took night classes—the welding one was about the worst of those. After the fringes of my hair caught fire, I dropped the class, got the fried ends cut off and almost gave up. Honestly, welding looked so much easier in Flashdance.
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