Happiness is...

1. Charlie's Burger for lunch with JT

2. Sleeping soundly as Mandarin Oriental's soft, white bedsheets and pillows embrace me

3. An unexpected pasalubong a.k.a. Gucci from him

I love this version of life.

Happy.

In the land of the women

The dim-witted, full-of-themselves, ill-mannered, stringer assholes walking this planet are such embarrassment to their mothers.

I'm sorry to say this - but good men - REALLY hard to find.

I feel for friends who are being strung along by men who want to have their cake and eat it, too.

But it's definitely NOT going to be MY cake.

Despite his flaws, his mistakes - and all the doubt and demons inside his head sometimes - I need to credit him for being earnest. I need to appreciate how humble he can be to apologize and be remorseful.

Flawed as he is --- he is true and he can look me in the eye.

At least, most of the time.

Honey, ditch the dude. Can do better. DEFINITELY waaaay better.