I’ve never been the ‘come over for a drink’ guy, and I’ve definitely never sat on my deck giggling with anyone. I doubt that’s going to change now in my late forties. If I knew how to snap my fingers and change it, maybe there would be some hope that I wouldn’t have to spend the second half of my life alone. But I am who I am. Riley got that. He liked me the way I was, resting bitch face and all. Maybe there’s someone else out there who will too, but I’m not holding my breath.
