Maybe it's the continual endorphin high from all the working out.....

Or possible some reverse spring fever brought on by the change over to Autumn, but DESPITE my recent reminder that all men are lying scheming pond scum, I can't seem to cut the "hope" out of my system. I am constantly finding myself flirting, smiling, and making eye contact against my will. While it's definitely increasing my tips, I am not sure I am fully on board with where it may lead. WTF?????

I am comfortable with bitter. Bitter is where I live. What am I supposed to do with this mess????