I've spent circa fifteen years in relationships or looking for that special someone that will bring me my well deserved happy ending. I've always chased after the illusion of finding just one perfect guy that will love me exactly the way I want him to. Without explanation. Without writing him a user manual how to treat me. Or how to find the clitoris for that matter. Each and every time I was seeing someone, I convinced myself that this is it, I've finally found it, now I can proceed to my happy ending. Even if that couldn't have been farther from reality. Even if I wasn't happy. I started dating around the age fourteen - if we can call it that. I desperately and irrevocably fell in love with the idea of the perfect high school romance I created in my head, and with the first boyfriend I've ever had (for a whole week from Thursday to Thursday) - whose engagement announcement still hit me hard last year, even after all this time. Nothing that came after gave me ...