One Is The Loneliest Number Of All

A week or so ago I made a post extolling the benefits of my new love/girlfriend, Ikea. I thought we could life happily ever after, forever. Well, yesterday I paid a visit to my love and my world came crashing down (like her prices).

Ikea is a shadow of her former self. Oh man, she used to be so great. I could spend hours with her, just staring at every part of her body/store. Even though I don’t have a deck, and don’t particularly want one, I stared at her deck chairs for hours, enchanted. If she had have told me she wanted us to have a deck then I would have given her one. My love was THAT strong for her.

But yesterday something inside me clicked. Ikea had a lot of crappy features. For the first time ever I wanted through her body/store and nothing interested me. It all just seemed so… crappy.

So now here I am again, single. This blog has documented all my attempts to conceive and find love. Time and time again it has also documented my failure in that department (sporting and home fitness). Every time I think I’ve found “the one” something happens to fuck it all up.

Maybe I’m just meant to be single, forever…