Maybe I'm being too picky. I can admit that, but I can also admit that I don't care. I'm a thirty-year-old single woman who has been through a minefield of bad relationships, stepping on them and blowing myself to smithereens too many times for me to count. I will not stop being picky just to allow some moron who watched two of the three Fifty Shades movies and didn't read any of the books to take command of me.
