OK...I'll talk about me now. (Blah, blah, blah...)

Where to start? I am 29, divorced 9 years and the mother of one incredible son. My child is my pride and joy, and the reason I get out of bed most days. I have never had very good luck in relationships, it seems there is something about me that encourages infidelity. I say this because with the exception of one guy every single person I have dated seriously, or in one case married, has cheated on me. You would think I would hate men by now, but rather than take out my frustration on the entire gender I try to keep my past experiences in the past. After all, the men in my life now didn't do anything, so why should I take it out on them?! I try to be an optimist but some days that is a helluva a lot harder than you'd think. Ummmm.....I was adopted when I was 9 days old, and NO I don't feel like a part of me is missing. I have a sister who is one awesome chica and I adore her beyond words. She keeps me sane and puts things in perspective when I need it most, she is also my biggest supporter and number one fan. I also have a whole host of "chat buddies," some better than others-and you know who you are. They fill my days with music and laughter and deep thoughts and don't let me take myself too seriously.
Stuff I hate: posers, people who dumb themselves down to fit in with a crowd, cotton balls (yes, they terrify me!), racists, child abusers, two-faced folk, country music, bourbon, bad sex, liars, cheaters, manipulative people, being late for anything, control freaks, brussel sprouts, "date movies", traffic, boy bands, teen pop singers, licorice, sand in my ass crack, living where I do, crappy books, materialism and throwing up.