Again? Jeeze at 57, if you can’t be alone and happy, girl, you’re not just a s l u t y h**chie mama, you’re like a human disco ball stuck on ‘party all night’ mode. You’ve got more exes than a math textbook and more drama than a daytime soap opera. At this point, your dating life looks like a reality show nobody asked for, and spoiler alert: the ratings are low because even Netflix is tired of your reruns!