Today I watched the episode of Gilmore Girls where Rory has her first boy with idiot-sits-on-the-same-side-of-the-table-as-his-date-guy Trevor. Never mind. He had funny hair. NEVER date a guy with funny hair.

And here we are right where the problem is. Who am I to give dating advice? To anyone? It’s not like I’ve ever really dated. Plus, I’ve never been on a bad date at all. I’ve been in bad relationships, but all these relationships were preceded by pretty good dates, since obviously in the other case there wouldn’t have been a bad relationship.

Also, Rory is supposed to be 18 or 19 now, isn’t she? I mean, she turned 16 in the first half of season 1, so I should be right. See, about four months after I turned 19 I met my husband. Who I’ve been together with ever since. Whom I’ve married. Who makes me happy every day. So, who the hell do I think I am to give anyone any kind of dating advice? I don’t even know how it’s supposed to work. I’ve been on three dates exactly, all of which were fine and not because I’m so damn good at dating, but because I was lucky.

Bottom line is, if you have any relationship or dating problems, don’t come to me and ask. Because I honestly can’t help you. Not because I don’t want to, but because I really, really don’t know. Any advice I can give I probably just made up and more than likely has no connection whatsoever to what’s really going on out there.

Although I think that the funny hair advice might not be too bad at all.

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