If you’ve logged on expecting some musings about being a single thirtysomething, or the latest episode of unrequited attraction, then you’re going to be disappointed.
My love life is barer than Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. For the first time in years, there is absolutely nothing going on. I haven’t got my eye on anyone, am not flirting with anybody on email and have no dates lined up.
I did email Gemma in San Jose, telling her exactly how I felt. I didn’t exactly declare undying love, but I did tell her that I fancied her (despite a set of tattoos that most navvies would have covered up). I didn’t get a reply. But as she hadn’t replied to my previous message, I was hardly surprised.
Perhaps next time, I’ll delve into my overflowing annal of sob stories.
All good things come to an end
15 years ago
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