I need a dating coach.

I just don't understand.

I hate being lied to.

I hate when someone tells you they are looking for a specific type of person...which turns out to be bull later when he asks out someone who is all the things he claims to not like in women.

I hate being made to feel that I'm not good enough.

I hate him.

the return of the blogger

I stopped blogging in October. Didn't really think anybody read it, or cared, but I've realized that I don't need to do it for others. I need to write for me. Even if it some rambling post that just helps me put things in perspective. So, here returns the blog.

I picked the title of confessions of the ingenue because lately, I have been told by several people, including complete strangers, how innocent I seem, how I'm the "good one" of a group of friends, that sort of thing. That's where the word ingenue comes into play, in case you were wondering.

Hopefully this will serve it's purpose, and feel free to leave comments and such if you wish.