I’ve never been one to turn down advice of any kind – just ask my friends, or rather, look at the collection of self-help books on my shelf. I have titles that tell me how to get the job of my dreams, how to be a bitch to men, how to organize my closets, how to become rich, how to be poor and fabulous, how to manifest my dreams, how to get the body of my dreams, how to meet the man of my dreams (and keep him!), etc etc. All of the books have a dog eared page about a third of the way through, which is about the time I usually realize this particular one doesn’t hold the magic bullet or solution to whatever is on my mind. I’ve put a moratorium on buying any more self help books since I realized I could have put a down payment on a new car with that cash (<–okay, okay, I did learn something from that Suze Orman book) but I still want help!
So far, 2012 has been less than stellar for me in the romance department and frankly, although they mean well, I’m tired of my friends (who are all in relationships) telling me ’it will happen when you least expect it’. Blah Blah Blah, thanks. I need some honesty here, and who’s more honest than children? No one! (Besides my mom after two glasses of Chardonnay.) So I turned to my three favorite gals, Ryan, Mia and Adina for some assistance, and they didn’t hold back. Who needs therapy when you know a few 9-year-olds?