At some of my friends' insistence, I've been trying to take a break from dating.
Mostly because I've been dealing with alot of misses that, along with other circumstances in my life, have kinda shaken my confidence.
In theory, this break helps me to recover an' bring a little stability to my life.

To celebrate, I found myself at a gourmet burger establishment the other day.
Found myself leaving with a phone number.

It's a blessing or a curse.
I'm thinking at this point I either need an intervention or should just accept my family's designation of resident bachelor/playboy.

Currently, I blame _____ for my current bout with sickness.