Your right. That's not my life...
I'm a fifty something year old single woman. I've just moved cities. I've got brain damage; worse because people can't see it (no dicky limps or window licking!) But what that does mean is that I'm not as quick and as sharp as I once was. Wow; I should be writing advertisements for single woman; not!
Although I am starting to accept my life and even like it. It just means that I have to fill in all my time; with useful stuff!
Dating is going to be hard, so I'll take that off my scope.
I really wanted to just spend some time with someone. It doesn't have to be romantic! And therein lies the problem. My friend Tom that I used to go to school with dumped me because he didn't want to be just friends. WTF! Can't gals and guys be friends anymore..?
So... If I don't want to sit here on my own, it means going out. Meeting people. But how does a fifty something year old meet people? And that, my friends... Is the biggest question!!
I'm a fifty something year old single woman. I've just moved cities. I've got brain damage; worse because people can't see it (no dicky limps or window licking!) But what that does mean is that I'm not as quick and as sharp as I once was. Wow; I should be writing advertisements for single woman; not!
Although I am starting to accept my life and even like it. It just means that I have to fill in all my time; with useful stuff!
Dating is going to be hard, so I'll take that off my scope.
I really wanted to just spend some time with someone. It doesn't have to be romantic! And therein lies the problem. My friend Tom that I used to go to school with dumped me because he didn't want to be just friends. WTF! Can't gals and guys be friends anymore..?
So... If I don't want to sit here on my own, it means going out. Meeting people. But how does a fifty something year old meet people? And that, my friends... Is the biggest question!!
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!