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, December 4, 2016
Wow... Just wow...
The date went fantastic. We went to Le Parisien for lunch, followed by a trip to Werribee Zoo; followed by my house to talk. He didn't leave until a bout 7.30 (I'm guessing the time; I was too transfixed to know.)
He played it exactly right. A kiss goodbye; and that was it. Not all over me like a rash.
Oh; it was exactly right.