A friend of mine recently sent me this humorous cartoon, evidently seeing parallels between the comic strip and my nonexistent dating life. Such a kidder he is (who should be thankful I don’t live close by as I would have kicked the little bastard snot in the face.)

First of all, it’s not nearly accurate (I have a much bigger pillow), but besides that, when is it ever cool to poke fun at someone’s misery, unless it’s me doing the poking? That’s just wrong on so many levels.

What really irks me though is the fact that this poor kid in the cartoon can only dream about meeting his soulmate (particularly over the Internet), and yet people I know have met the love of their lives in much the same way, only in their case it was for real.

Would you really hold it against me then if I hoped the earth would open up and release a Cloverfield type monster that was designed for no other purpose than to crash their wedding? Just the thought of it chewing up the bride and spitting the little whore-slut out in bitty bits while the groom can only look on in horror…. Whoo! It just makes me tingle with warm fuzzlies, ya know?