Dear 2009 Dating Life,
It's not you, it's me.
Actually, check that.
It is you. What a crappy year you've been to me.
You were all about you, weren't you? First you brought me some major dating (and blog) dramz; then a boy who is pretty much everything I look for in a guy -- but who lives out of town; then a guy who couldn't form a sentence and one who couldn't form a memory; and just a general lack of activity on the dating front.
So, it's over. I don't want to hear from you again. Or see you again. Don't bother sending me letters or flowers or calling to try to win me back like some other ex-BFs have done.
I'm moving on to bigger and better. His name is 2010. And no matter what he's like, he'll never treat me as badly as you did.
So, see ya, 2009. And good riddance.
From here on out, it's all about 2010: The Year of Good Men.
xoxo (but not really) --
Always a Bridesmaid
P.S. I'm not really a bitter SOB, readers. You know that. I'm just REALLY looking forward to getting this year behind me. Thanks for coming along for the ride... and for keeping me sane in the process. Smooches to you! I hope we don't break up too. :) Happy new year!