26- Hannah

I shouldn’t have asked him. I should have sent him a quick “you’re welcome” and moved on with my life. But I made the mistake of glancing up and viewing the green kitchen appliances from the couch covered in thick plastic where I currently sat, and I got desperate to check out of my life. To just spend a few minutes talking to someone else who might have things worse than I did. I mean, his life must be horrific to keep putting up with those ridiculous dates in the search of “the one.”

Tall, Dark & Desperate: To understand the mysteries of this life, one must first understand Pam Cunningham.

I searched my brain for every notable female I’d learned about in my women’s history class in college, but came up empty.

Me: I could Google her…or you could just tell me…

Tall, Dark & Desperate: She’s my mother. And she’s persistent in ways not understandable unless you are her progeny. She has four sons and somehow has it in her head that we all need her help finding our match.

I groaned and se