Monument Valley at dawn.
Put your 3D Glasses on now.
Every time I’ve made the first move in asking out a young lady has met with some kind of disaster, the most recent chain of events put me in a car wreck. I’m fine, nobody injured, just totaled my car on my way to meet her :(. Why can’t it go right for once? The last girl I was in a relationship with (who found me first) said I was settling on her and I could do better.
She was probably right, but I’m not getting any younger, writing my life with borrowed ink which will eventually dry up. There’s so much to life I wish I could share with her, yet how can I if this keeps up? It may kill me before we even meet. Do I stand still and wait for the third one to seek me out or chance it again? This type of longing cannot be healthy to do nothing about.