Like guys if you could see my dating history you’d know I wasn’t just fishing I was deep sea trawling. The absolute specimens I ended up dating in my late teens/early twenties included:

A 38 year old man who lived on a boat, lied about his age, and then tried to make me wear pigtails and childish pyjamas in bed (wtf)

A physically abusive and all round abusive waste of space who had a floor coated in detritus, pizza boxes and socks. I once found an actual insect on the floor when I tried to clean up.

Today I got told I’m single because I’m too picky. Too... picky... okay. I probably am picky now but you still told me this back when I was dating a probable pedophile lmao. Happy to be picky instead of ending up First Mate on a pedos boat again.