So, tonight at dinner I was trying to explain the power of my MBA as a man-repellent to Paul, Pete and Victor, but they just weren't getting it. We did, however, have a good laugh over my new record - having a guy go from hitting on me to running away in 6 seconds. Between being amazon tall and an Ivy League MBA, I have SuperPower when it comes to sending guys screaming into the night.

I promise my rant is over after this post, but I should clarify before letting it go. It's not that I'm lonely, I have great friends and a full life, but it's not the same as sharing your life with someone. Does that make sense?

The end.