The other evening I was out with a friend and I was complaining that, now that I'm in a better "head" space for a relationship, I just can't find anyone to really connect with.

"That's because you're picky," she said.

Oh, ooookayyyy. Just so I've got this right: I'm not supposed to expect to get someone in my life who likes ME, is interested in ME, who--golly dare I say it?--LOVES ME and have that man be someone I could/would love back? I don't get to be with a man with whom I can be friends and lovers, a relationship where we inspire and support each other, make each other laugh, make each other's spine tingle just hearing each other's voices, and be a flippin' brilliant team?

I'm being too picky because I want to be with a man that I'M INTERESTED IN?!?

Harrrrrumph!