This morning, my friend Rachael and I were discussing my man situation (or lack thereof):

R: Heehee. You date the most random boys. Maybe you should just slap them all before you start dating them...
K: I don't do it on purpose :(. Aren't you supposed to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince?
R: A lot of frogs, Kara. Not EVERY frog. ;-)
K: Hmm.. I missed that part.

I'm thinking she either just called me a whore or is saying I have no taste in men... the second one would obviously be true. If the first were, I'd certainly get more action...