I may have mentioned the conversation my girls and I had a couple of years ago regarding what can only be referred to as “The Dating Horse.” I don’t remember the exact conversation – so girls, set me straight – but the gist was that they were trying to get me to move on from my boyfriend. To “get back on the horse,” if you will.
In true A-List style, we couldn’t just leave it at that. There were references to “beating a dead horse” and other increasingly inappropriate horse and/or riding references, and when the conversation ended, I was standing up, shaking my fist in the air at the imaginary dating horse and yelling “F*** you, horse!” Because frankly, I did not want to get back on at that particular time. Again, one of those moments that you really just had to be there. And at the same time, a moment when maybe you wouldn’t want to be there.
At any rate, it’s been a recurring joke/theme ever since. Anyway, in honor of the recent, ahem, adventures that we’ve had in the dating realm, I thought it would be appropriate to do a stick drawing of what I feel depicts each of our experiences. Therefore, I present to you “The Dating Horse.”
So yeah. Wish us luck.