IB

IB 

Imperial Beach, California has to be the worst place that I've ever encountered aside from Guam. There is no "good part" of town in IB. I have driven and driven around it looking for the "good part", but it is as allusive as your momma during Fleet Week.
Just today, I walked this pier in hopes of a better view at the end, but it wasn't there. Imperial Beach is like every relationship I've ever been in: it should be great, there's not reason for it not to be (except in the case of IB, where the reason it's not is it's proximity to a dirty ass Aunt Jane), but it's, simply, crap.
I'll try not to fool myself into thinking that there are anymore "good parts" to any relationship I encounter henceforth. I'll give up now and settle in to my inevitability: man hating lesbian with no girlfriend and too many cats.