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By Lori Steindorf Copyright July 22, 2021

One promises this
One promises that
One plies me with his culinary flair
And then tells me I'm fat and hates my hair.

Tired of trying to earn my Mrs degree
When all this time I should have been
focusing on me

One wants to buy me drinks and dinner and take me fishing
Then tells me he left his wallet in the car and never returns. Stiffing me with the bill - I was already prepared to do dishes after he lured me in.

You see why it's crucial I rely on me. Too many lonely nights and unfulfilled wishes mar one's spirit. Glad the world's big enough so I never have to meet them anew. 

It's not to say there aren't honorable, decent, evolved men out there. I'm tired of struggling to find him. To be candid, I'm through.

Self-discovery is my life's work after a burnt-out strand of self-absorbed men. Where's that condo you say you have? Go live there already! No, you can't roost on my couch. Here's a little beer money. Climb behind the wheel of your clunker and be gone.

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