As you refocus your energy on someone else’s privates, you save yourself the drudgery of going over in your mind what went wrong. Bitch, you know what went wrong. Unless this is your first guy, you’re not that clueless. By your early to mid-twenties, you’ve been through this a few times, so you gotta know there’s a common denominator in these equations—and it’s you. I, like many women, know what the hell is wrong with me. Whether we choose to do something about it remains to be seen.
