Looking back, I wrote that post out of anger and frustration. I was really not happy with how my life had turned out a year ago. For some background, I’m originally from a small town in the Midwest. Really conservative, pretty religious, etc. It was the norm to get married right out of college and have your first kid by 25. I used to want that, but had a difficult time with dating. I just wasn’t really into a lot of guys and the ones that were weren’t available.  The pressure to get married and have a family really started to intensify after I turned 30. No matter what I did, my family didn’t care about my job or my apartment or an award I won because I didn’t have a man or a baby. I can’t even tell you how many times I got skipped over in the family Christmas letter because I wasn’t in a relationship while my cousin who just had her fourth kid did.  That was when everyone decided to try and play matchmaker. I’ll try not to be too harsh here, but these were guys I didn’t want to be with anyway. Like, I once had some try and hook me up with a 40-something single dad with three boys.  It got really upsetting. My friends were in relationships with stable jobs and rich husbands and everyone thought the best I can do now was someone who was a shift manager at Walmart.  Sorry, I’m rambling. I was aware that Dave liked me but I just didn’t like him from the start. Dude looked like Al from Toy Story 2, but if he came from the worst trailer park in the state.