It’s almost like looking in a mirror….
Is this a blog about a she-bitch who runs with the wolves? Um, no. Is this a feminist anti-man, anti-establishment tome? Not even close. Is this a dating chronicle riddled with lament and woe over not finding a good man or the state of my geriatric ovaries? I’d rather poke my eye out.
What it is is a good natured look at a life lived against the grain, perhaps in perpetual pubescence. I live like a bachelor and I’m lovin’ (mostly) every minute of it – with nary a cat in sight.