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.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Life of Leisure
Okay. I obviously have to win lotto. I seriously need a life of leisure. To wake to the sound of the ocean... Walk along the beach. Lay in a hammock with a glass of champagne!