Is there any hope when you’re bad at love?
No more heartbreak. I’ve resigned myself to being alone, because I always pick the wrong guys.
I’m simply bad at love.
I wouldn’t know what to do with a good man if I had one, or if one even exists. But I’d love to find out . . .
No more lonely nights, no more breakups. If I ever fall in love again, it will be for the last time. I’m done playing games.
I think I’m pretty good at love.
For the right woman, I’d go to the ends of the earth and back. The challenge is finding her . . .
Sometimes the greatest things in life happen by accident. After all, Love Grows in Unexpected Places!