I think it's strange that people who have more failed relationships that successful ones, are usually giving advice about dating. It's like the more you fail at it, there's comes a strange reverence that comes with the repetitive heartbreak.

It's a thought that's fairly difficult to articulate my thoughts on, like most things in the field. Seems like most of my life has been spent studying the effects of the opposite sex on myself and the like-minded. And the further I get down that line trying to distance myself from lonely, but only succeeding in bringing it closer, I realize that I ride a fine line on wanting a family and wanting to drink myself to death all alone and bitter at some ripe old age.

We'll see how this plot thickens.