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.
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
I miss my dog! The Squeeze took him home for the next two weeks while I go to the Port Fairy Blues Festival; and he'll look after him! It's just that it is kind of lonely here without him. Well it starting to get that way; but it sure is clean!