Uh, lets see. Tonight I left the beginning of a toxic relationship. Just a few weeks in, and I knew it was going to be bad but just wanted to be sure I was wrong. Trust my gut next time.

But my biggest fail was last August. The gal just couldn’t keep from lying. First date “oh i love dogs, I have 1” - she had 5. “Oh, i love cooking,” all she makes is microwave meals. “Oh i love cleaning”, inch of dust in every room but the one we spent time in. On and on. The final lie, “I would move to spain in a heartbeat” and I land a role in of all places, spain. Guess who’s single? I never cared that she did or didn’t do these things, it was she lied about them.