The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
I'm amazed at the amount I have to do. I'm in the middle of getting a business up; which is no mean feat. I want to do design full time; well when I'm not at the Chamber... And the Chamber seems the perfect place to work... 900+ business!
When I get home, I've got to keep this blog going and another for SecretWomen - the design is still not there; I'm working on it!
Then on my off times, I'm building a game! No wonder I'm tired!!!
Well I got dumped by Allan (Allan, Allan...) which is ok. I kept waiting to see if I would fall for him; or at least begin to fall. Other than for a second at the start, I basically felt nothing.
So I'm not going to look for a next one; well not yet anyway.
It's too hard and I get too tired. What with work and my business and now my board game and a course... There just isn't anything left over. When there is time left, I'd rather spend it with friends!
On Saturday I went to Melbourne and had lunch with CC. And a good laugh! Still, I always have a good laugh with her! Oh except we went and saw Jackie in the afternoon. It was good, but how I didn't go and kill myself is beyond me! Wow; depression!!!
Dinner was with the Hunchback (yes the one I started this blog about years ago...) We manage friends well. It's where we started after all...