Dating Advice From My Mother

Apparently this week in Florida has given my mother something to worry about: my dating life.

Each day has been comments on why I should be dating, who I might date, what I ought to do to meet people to date, etc etc.

All of that discussion makes me want to throw myself in front of a LeeTran (the local bus service).

Like I've said before, just when I think I've reached the basement level of pathetic, I retrieve a shovel and dig a little deeper. 

Fuck Me.