Kissing frogs (not literally)

[intriguess]

I had finally given up on the fairy tale, of love transforming ones life, of being able to be yourself to be trusted and respected. After all most people were not themselves in their relationships, and those that were did not trust or respect their partners. The entire thing had given me a foul taste in my mouth. Perhaps I had kissed one too many frogs in search of a prince. Then again maybe I had seen one too many friends betrayed by a cheating boyfriend or girlfriend. Plus my work had surely opened my eyes to the multitude of predators out there.

There was obviously no such thing as Mr. Right, and therefore I had changed my focus to good father material, after all if I was doomed to divorce I might as pick someone who would want to be actively involved in our potential childrens lives.

OOC so the other person could take on the embittered male role, or the overlooked nice guy, or a one night stand, or anything else that might apply.