Meet Kristina. A resident moron.
Long story short:
So it’s done; The Lady Cop has been crossed off the list. Apparently, as I just found out, like 10 minutes ago, she’s in love with this other girl from across the country. And of course, there’s plenty of dyke drama attached to that, too. And what do I do? I go into my always-a-therapist-never-a-girlfriend mode. Well screw that.
Also, don’t leave a “aw, sorry sweetie *hug*” reply in the comments. Those really piss me off. It’s not sad; it’s just plain stupid. I need to buy myself a better taste in women.