Sundays, the best day of the week
Sundays, the best day of the week.
Sundays, the best day of the week.
that I may have met the male equivalent of myself! So then does that mean that I’m a complete narcissist to find him so irresistibly attractive? I can talk a LOT. I can talk a lot of sh*t. (You may have noticed). Also, I say things often, mostly to amuse and entertain myself. (I’m very […]
OR: When I politely declined the offer of a bed for the night and went home……. Male – check Own teeth (all visible, not brown) – check Hair – check Sexy accent – check and check again! Handsome – check Funny with a capital ‘F’ for Funny AND French – check Second date in Paris? […]
that on the six(teen)th hour of the sixth day of the sixth month (after the break up) the ex, who we will refer to here as TT -Twinkle Toes/Temper Tantrum/Silly T*t – artistic license – hath finally seen the error of his fool-hardy ways. They being unceremoniously dumping me by email in July of last […]
There are certain things in life that you don’t like to do but that you must do. IKEA on a Saturday afternoon in ANY country is one of these things. When you are a single woman, there are also certain things you must have that are essential to help you do the things that you must […]