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Hello. Happy Monday. Let's start the week. Last week I did break a gas pump. I drove away with it in my fucking car.

There were like three little girls in a bike that were like looking at me with attitude. There was a man to the left shaking his head like dumb bitch.

He didn't say that, but I imagined in his head he was like, where's her head at? Where is her head at? And yeah, just got on and drove off.

My son's like, why are you stopping? I'm like, Mommy broke the pump. Mommy broke the pump. So that was fun. That was the humbling.

And thankfully, because no damage on my car and the lovely sir who owns the 7-Eleven, let me off the fucking hook.

He was like, usually I can fix this and you actually did break it. But next time we'll have to charge you if you do it again.

I'm like, again, again. This is the second time I've done this. Not at the same place. But there won't be an again. I think I have it set in now.

Also, I was thinking about dating apps. Why? No, I wasn't pondering cheating on my husband and hopping on the apps. I was just thinking about how incredibly different it would be.

Like, what a different experience would a different way to get to meet someone with a different set of expectations put on top of it, right?

I mean, a lot of them, like, people assume you want to fuck. And I think that's when women feel like disappointed in the app.

So like, it's hard to find some being of substance. And I'm sure there are plenty of men on there that want a serious relationship.

But then when you get all these choices in front of you and they can just fight, be, fight, be, fight, be, fight, be and get this like visual candy.

I feel like it's just feeding the wrong wolf if you get what I'm giving you.

And I know some of you all might be like, wait, aren't you? 33, like, haven't they're dating apps were around? There were, there were. I remember.

Good old P.O.F. Tinder seeking arrangement. If you know, you know, there was a brief time in 2015 when I moved to Portland.

My boyfriend left me. I mean, I found that he was lying to me about every fucking thing. And then he pieced out. Well, he was lying to me about, like, every single, like his job that he was going to school.

Like everything, it was like, beard. I don't know if I've told that story. Have I told that story a long time ago if I didn't.

You better go back in the archive to that beginning. I wouldn't want to. I would just stick around and see if it comes back around.

V traumatizing. But hey, look where she's at now. She met her husband. She fucking met her. And I'd already met Derek at that time.

But I didn't even look at him in that way. He was my, he was the boss. Like, he was, who was my authorities authority? He was the boss. So I didn't even see him in that way.

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