So I haven't had time to check email, let alone blog... but I do have time to shake my head in utter frustration with the world of men and dating.
Okay, I'm 52 - it was never going to be easy to get a guy with some sort of music ability, a loyalty gene and someone capable of actually being in love - I mean, let's face it, one hasn't dropped out of the sky at me with those few qualities in all my years!!!! They are always lacking in something!
So I hunkered in for the long haul... Understanding that on my own may be my best shot at happiness.
But the daughter! She's 27. Blonde. Tall. Gorgeous. Smart. Funny.
She was lamenting the fact that one of her 'kisses' was from a midget. No.. that is not a scathing term for some guy who is 5'8" (in the ex squeeze scale of height which means about 5'5" - and perhaps 5' wide which basically means a circle...)
No... We are talking full blown, 4 foot, short legged 'game of thrones' type midget!
Not sure what she is whining about.
I want a midget!
All I got was another big boobed lesbian!