YUCK?

Aging Shoulders

As I trudged up the stairs after the most random date with Mr. X, I realized my shoulders were drooping, like they’d suddenly become aware of gravity’s pull from earth’s core and wanted to leave me armless and groveling on this long climb.

They drooped like they will when I’m sixty seven, is what I decided.

If spending five hours with Mr. X will make my shoulders feel like sixty seven, I’m done with that shit. Is what I decided.

I just turned twenty one. I’ve got a whole life to feel young before I turn into a woman with aged shoulders.

No more dates. No more talking about your dogs, your bikes, your failed engagement. You want to hold my hand? Well fuuuuck you. Go pick on someone your own chapter of life.