I left the love of my life because I thought I could do better. Now I’m childless and alone at 42

CLARA from the FIRST GRADE! I’m SORRRY! I’m SOOOOO SORRRRY!! I never wanted to hurt you! YOU CAN HAVE THE BEAN BAG CHAIR! PLEEAAAAAAASE COME BACK!1

Still though, there is a case to be made about foregoing the search for Mister/Misses perfect.

  1. There was/is no Clara. And tonight is just like any other night. That’s why you’re on your own tonight. ↩