Building on that brunch date that turned out to be a date date (surprise!), I give you this:
I quote one of my friends, a gorgeous, smart, fierce, funny babe: “I hate guys. They all destroy me and leave me to pieces. Soon enough, there will be nothing left to break. And I pity the man that enters my life at that moment.”
Dating in your thirties: a new type of endurance MMA. Except there is no ref, there are definitely no rules, and somebody always ends up with a bloody nose.