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It is time for a boyfriend.

Upon careful reflection and fervent debate, I have reached the conclusion that it is time my tenure as eligible and companion-less has come to an end.

It is with a fond look back at singledom that I now turn to the future, ready for a meaningful life of flowers, puppies, and ... boyfriend.

Don't cry for me Argentina, I go willingly.

No, it's true. You may not believe this, but I actually won't miss not having anyone to kill spiders and paint my toenails.

Those lackluster days with out smooches or cuddles is, sadly, over. The time for a boyfriend has come.

Let it begin.