I've been taking time off the last couple weeks from thinking, reflecting, and analyzing. While others spend lent doing those things, I feel exhausted by my task of trying to work my way out of dating purgatory.
Josh ushered in the agony of fleeting hope.
Paul signified a new low in having been kicked out of the navy and junior college.
Trent was into Nascar and didn't read aside from Playboy. Enough said.
David will be my 2nd round of going out with someone named David who is Jewish and a professional soccer coach.
Fortunately, a few friends have joined me in prayers to spring me out from purgatory. Bless me for I have dated badly. I've been at times too cynical, too giving, too honest, not honest. Can I say hail Marys for this?
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