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.
I have written more than 500 blog posts, which means I have spent a significant portion of my life arranging words in the hope that somebody might read them.
And now, after all that effort, the internet has finally chosen my greatest literary achievement.
Sniffing.
It was two paragraphs long.
Apparently, I didn’t need talent, research or an opinion. I just needed mucus.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!