( god love him, he’s a really nice guy… just not my type. At all )
Dear future self,
If your brain says;
‘his name is voldermort, that’s probably a bad sign’
Then it is a bad sign.
As a part of my fruitless, drunken, persuit of my next great date or horizontal dance partner, on Thursday night I had one of my top gal pals accompany me to a bar in the city, and act as quality control for potential male talent (because lets face it, I need help). (more…)
Dear Future Self,
If you’re in the supermarket, and your girlfriends wittily suggest that ‘you should get this ninja turtles toothbrush for your nightime guests’ – it’s time to accept the fact that your enjoyment of a good encounter with a younger guy is not even close to a secret.
Stop sleeping with your ex.
Too angry to say more.