  Back to the Gameshow of Life Well, my dear internet friends, my last weekend was a spinning roulette wheel of dating. Doors were opened, and some were left closed. I opened door number 4. Remember how sad it was, when the player opened their door of choice only to find, not "A new car! ", but a donkey and wagon, flanked by some lovely gameshow model? Well that was door number 4.
So, before I even stepped through it, I decided to close it back up, and move on. Door number 3 asked to be opened, and I've taken a step inside. It's nice there. Warm, reassuring, encouraging. And he sees all that my friends see in me - all the good things that make me the Diva that I am. Yeah, he's worthy of a Diva like me. Bob, I'll take Door Number 3, please. Diva out. 
