When I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago people kept telling me, "It's okay there are plenty of fish in the sea." So I spent the week fishing. And what did I find? They were right. There are many men out there. And every single one of them is right for me.
Not. What nobody tells you when you are suddenly thrown into the single world again is that most of the fish in the sea come in two categories: sharks and bottom feeders. And I've had enough of both.
So instead of snapping at the first wormed hook I see I'm going to be a swimming fish for a while. Sometimes I'll hide in kelp beds and avoid every other gilled creature out here. Others I'll duck into a cavern with others of my kind. If it's right I'll swim in the open sea.
Time for a new journey to begin.
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