Aight, frienz.

I was talking to a friend in my writing class last night about online dating. I told him about this blog, and why I suspended it.

“I felt like I was just being bitter and judgmental, and maybe I need to give people the benefit of the doubt more,” I said.

“But I bet bitter and judgmental made for much better blog posts,” he said.

And, you know what? He was totally right.

Not that I didn’t know that before. Bitter makes for awesome writing. There’s a reason “Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright” is such a damn good song, and it’s not just because Bob Dylan was sexy in 1965. It’s because it’s fucking bitter (side note: I made a playlist of just Bob Dylan songs when my high school boyfriend and I broke up. I used to cry listening to “Just Like A Woman” on the bus).

Here’s the thing, though. In the past few months, I’ve made two totally authentic and vulnerable attempts at dating people who were lovely, but just didn’t work out. I took all the scary of trusting people and it totally paid off, even if the relationships didn’t pan out.

I feel like this entitles me to start being bitter about shitty people again. So, Men That Are Rectangles is back. You’re welcome. You know you missed us.


The Little Red-Haired Girl