I am beginning to believe that being in love is too much of a hassle and pain. Not pain in the butt pain. But pain in the heart ache.

Maybe I am getting cynical. Or just tired of waiting and wondering.

Besides, the lack of dates; proper, legitimate, qualified dates, have made me start thinking and imagining what a bother it is to get to know someone all over again, put yourself out there to be tested and hurt and involved all over again. And at the end it might not account to anything.

Bother! Maybe as a friend said, if and when I get rich, I'll start keeping toyboys. Haha. It's beginning to sound quite enticing. Especially as one starts sliding down the wrong side of 30.