Kill. Me. Now.
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 gave it a shot. It sucked. I suffered a potential serial killer teenager who would pick his nose and wipe it on the wall. I gained 15 kilo; became invisible to the world. Yeah; I don’t think I’ll do that again.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Kill. Me. Now.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
All of those things, last year, I wouldn't have struggled with, except to tell him to push off. Maybe keep out of his room (as long as the damned door was shut!). But the new person that is me, doesn't seem to be the same. I'm definitely more easy going. I have changed; I'm quiet and thoughtful. Like to think before opening my mouth.
I am still out on whether this change in me is good. lol
I've got a date tomorrow. First one in ages. Will be interesting no doubt! He has 6 guitars and plays and writes music. I told him I'm off sick and that I lose my train of thought every so often; which he should take advantage of. I may not be such a great listener when I get myself back... if I get myself back!