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Today I am thankful for Facebook.

If a man expresses interest in a relationship and friends you on Facebook, you get to see if he has a thing for a certain hair color. 



I want to cringe when men ask me out and all their facebook friends are women that resemble me. 

It makes me want to run. 

Should a man post pictures like this....





or that....




he may not want you when your auburn locks turn platinum blond. 

Bummer. 

It won't stay red forever. 

Love ya,

S. 

And after eighteen months of countless hours alone with such a man who lunges at me before taking a deep breath, hesitating and then extending out his right hand in an effort to shake mine,  I'm beginning to wonder what he's afraid of....

this.....



No, probably this....


Play nice when messing with fire. 

***Okay, okay....he's probably met my 500 pounds stalker(s).   Everybody has. 

The cops say my ex is stalking me.  My 500 pounds ex claims his obese sister is stalking me.  I don't know.  All I know is that they're everywhere I don't want them to be. 

That is probably the biggest reason to hesitate. 

I always wanted an entourage, but this....this is insane! 







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