Dear Being Single,

I feel as though I'm constantly shopping. Must I look at EVERY guy as if they were a clothing item hanging in a store? Seeing if they are just the right size, just the right fashion (flashy enough to keep me interested but classy enough to wear home to the 'rents), and judging whether or not I would be proud to wear them down the street…

If only there were those guaranteed stores, like when shopping for a new purse, where you were bound to find something just right.

But why do I even look? I'm in no position to be buying anything. I don't have the emotional spare cash.

Window shoppin' for now,
M in SF