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, November 20, 2016
It's beautiful up here....
I'm lying in bed. The sounds!
Exotic birds are calling.
That's it! Ahhh I think this will be good for me.