I met a crop circle while playing the field. We dated for awhile, but it didn't work out. We could never agree on whether I was real, or a hoax.
I once dated a USB flash drive, but it didn't work out. She would gigabyte me each time we kissed.
And then there was the time I dated a poem. How shocked I was when it dumped me for buying it red roses and blue violets.
I went out with a stained glass window. We had a great relationship until it broke.
I suppose I could go on, but I don't dislike you. Let me close by saying that I have never dated a muse. Perhaps one day I will. If I did, then she would inspire me to come up with better blogs.
