Two years in single town has lead to some crazy situations.
Nearly being thrown out of a posh hotel.
Being picked up from the middle of a forest crying my eyes out.
And not least joining not one but two dating sites.
Still, I have learnt some very important things about myself. And men (Or should I say boys)
Out of all the guys I dated over the two years only two of them were older than me. Most were at least 2 if not 3 or 4 years younger. No wonder I got annoyed with ladish behaviour and the immature outlook. Especially as women mature faster any way. I was practically their mum.
However, two years, 500 disastrous dates and a couple of suspected broken hearts later I may have found the one.
And on that little teaser, I am going to love you and leave you.
But please, make me feel better about my tragic dates and let me know some of your stories.