By thirty eight I'd lowered my standards significantly.

I was oblivious to the fact that Rylee was watching me until she pulled my arm and loudly asked, "Could he be my Daddy?"

My life now consisted of alternating states of shivering, crying, excruciating headaches, anger and hunger. It was day three.

I was half expecting the guy in front of me to turn around and say "Ok, now scoot to the end of the table. Just relax."

If I was invited to go out for Happy Hour, I was convinced it was only because people were in need of a designated driver.