I guess I am notoriously bad at relationships. All attempts at domestication have failed. Maybe the men I’ve known have been especially talented at spending years convincing me I’m the most wonderful creature they’ve ever discovered and yet only days dismissing me as a cumbersome pain, but all signs point to me. At a certain point I guess I’m relieved. The initial disappointment fades into the relief of knowing I don’t have to keep tiptoeing around someone else’s sensitivities. Maybe I’m selfish for that. Maybe it’s just not for me. Either way, free is free. If free is my consolation prize, I’ll take it. What other choice do I have?