Confessions of a Romance Writer 9/11 For the Love

I decided that I would dedicate this Confessions to several reflections that I have had about 9/11. Everybody has got something to say about the tragic event that happened almost a decade ago (my god, has it really been that long? It feels like just yesterday!). Some people have held onto the anger and outrage that is a logical by product of having one’s homeland so violently attacked. After all we were all caught off guard. We thought too highly of ourselves to believe that mainland US could ever be compromised. We were complacent and lazy we were very comfortable in our world of satellite TV‘s, microwave ovens and Starbuck’s. Most Americans were oblivious to what was going on the other side of the world. I have heard people ask “Afghanistan? Where’s that?” Well not anymore! We all got a real quick geography lesson that day. But other lessons were taught that day that we as members of this global community still have yet to learn, and that my dearest friends is what I have been reflecting on.


Lesson one: We need to learn to love humanity, all humanity with all its flaws and shortcomings and all of its different points of view. This is the hardest lesson of all. I’m not saying that you must agree with every opinion ever thrown out into the social consciousness. What I am saying is that, we must lovingly give everyone their right to be heard and lovingly we should listen. You don’t have to agree but at least you can listen. You just might hear something worthwhile listening to. There are so many voices crying out in the night that no one listens to, and it is this lack of having one’s cries heard that causes frustration and despair and more dangerously, conflict and retaliation. We as a global community close our ears too many times! We are self absorbed and only have time for our own individual issues. But other’s issues can become our own. We can be caught unaware, just because we didn’t listen. It is an act of love to surrender some of the precious time awarded us to another. So what I am asking you to do is to love your fellow brothers and sisters on this planet and listen to them, in doing this you love yourself also.

Lesson two: We need to learn to love this amazing planet we all share. I have said this so many times, because I know it is falling on deaf ears, and hopefully one of these times, I’ll catch them right after the ear wax has just fallen out! The first responsibility ever given to humanity was to be the keeper of the garden. Well brothers and sisters we suck! We squander Earth’s natural resources. We abuse our environment. We mismanage precious valuable farmland and we disrespect the farmer. We pollute the most important element on this earth, water. Without water none of us can survive. Don’t believe me? Try living on Mars! We have upset the balance of this ecosystem and it is our responsibility to bring it back. And why has all of this happened? Well in part, because we are what we are. We are the top of the food chain. We are the most intelligent beings on this planet (He he he). We are adaptors not adaptees. We are selfish when we should be selfless. Every action that we have ever done to augment the balance of this planet has always ended up hurting our fellow man. Instead of working to improve some of the most pressing issues that affect the increasing population on this planet we are more concerned with whether or not our cell phones can get social networks! As much as you may think you can live in cyberspace, you still need to breathe air, drink water, and eat organics (food!). We should be running to drought stricken areas to help irrigate fields and dig wells instead of running to the mall. We should be looking for viable sustainable clean energy sources instead of spilling thousands of barrels of oil into our sea and not only destroying our water but massacring Earth’s wildlife.

Let’s face it. Starving thirsty people are desperate people. Hungry, thirsty people become one of two things the oppressed or the oppressors either one is sad. When they are oppressed and fight back the world is outraged. When they become the oppressors the world is outraged. Unfortunately, we cannot prevent all of the natural misfortunes that happen. But we can work together as good stewards of the divine gift that has been given to us and speedily work for solutions to the problem. By respecting and loving this great big blue marble we all share we are making this a better place for all to live. Then maybe, just maybe, there will be less oppressors and oppressed.

Lesson three: We need to learn to love our country. “WHAT?” Yes, I heard you just now. But did you hear me? There is a big difference between loving your country and being patriotic. Every American is proud of the Red, White, and Blue. But do you love this country? Are you willing to set aside your own pride and self interests to become a true American? What is a true American? A true American is someone who upholds the true spirit of the bill of rights and the constitution the way our founding fathers intended them to be, not twisting them and manipulating them for our own individual purposes. That means embracing the principle that everyone has the right to free speech and the freedom to worship their God without being oppressed. If you take away the rights of one individual religious group you are taking away your own rights. Our founding fathers intended us to all live in peace side by side with one common goal to be free. But lately, the very reason so many people fled to the new world is happening right here. I am not telling you to convert I’m asking you to live in peace. When violent acts are perpetrated against individual religious groups we are slapping our founding fathers right in the face. What was all their sacrificing for? Every organized religion has a dark side, skeletons in their closet. But when it’s your religion it‘s conveniently forgotten. Instead of forgetting we should be forgiving,…each other. As far as ethnicity goes every successive wave of peoples that has entered this country has been subjected to some sort of prejudice in one form or another. If someone is a legal citizen of this country they have the right to live in peace without being told to go back where they came from. After all, if you are not Native American you are just as much an immigrant! (Oh boy, I just pissed off a lot of people! Oh well!) To love this country you must be a lover of peace and equality. You must champion tolerance and understanding. You must be a builder of bridges not one who tears them down.

Lesson four: We must learn to love our children. But in order to love our children we must first be the best that we can be. That means to take a good look at ourselves and the way we live our lives. Children learn by example. If we harbor hate and prejudice in our hearts so will our children. If we are violent so will our children be. If we are deceitful our children will believe it’s alright to lie. If we abuse our bodies so will our children. If we steal we will be raising a nation of thieves. If we stand by and watch others suffer our children will grow up with cold hearts. If we truly love our children we must all take a good long look in the mirror and if there is anything you don’t like, change it, for the sake of our children.

Lesson five: We must learn to love ourselves. I know that has been so over worked and over played but have you ever really thought about what that means? By no means does it mean staring at yourself in the mirror for hours on end telling yourself how beautiful you are. People will only invest precious time on things that they love. How much time do you invest in you? I not talking about how long it takes to put your makeup on and do your hair. I’m not talking about how many hours you spend at the gym. I talking about how much time do you invest in your spiritual growth? How much time do you invest in self examination? How much time do you invest in giving to others? Are you continuously growing, learning, and expanding your point of view or are you stagnant? Do you settle for the path that has the least resistance instead of stretching yourself to the limit and obtaining true happiness? And do you love? Do you love with everything inside you, unconditionally and completely? You cannot be lovable unless you are a lover.

It seems there has been a lot I have been reflecting on these days, and I have decided that I could use some improvement myself. Life’s lessons are never easy and most times they can be painful to learn. But I’m going to put my best effort into setting my sights on becoming a better me and dedicate it to the memory of all those lost on 9/11. What better way to honor their memory than to make a better world and a better future so this will never happen again.

I bid you Peace and Love

Confessions of a Romance Writer Lost Love

As an experiment I posted an add asking for online dating stories. To my surprise, I got a lot more than I asked for. It was an absolute no brainer picking this one as the first story in a series that I will present to you from time to time. I am sure you will agree with me, and make sure you read it all the way to the end, because it’s followed by a very important message.

There are all types of love, but the most precious in my opinion is the bittersweet kind. Romantic love keeps your heart pumping and your loins in tune. Unrequited love can be sad but also very motivational. Then there’s lost love, due to a tragedy or separation it builds character and makes us stronger. New love is exciting and old love is secure and reassuring. Selfless love is admirable, and selfish love is destructive. But by far, bittersweet love is a combination of them all, tasting the good and bad of all that life has to offer. Life isn’t fair. If you are naive enough to think that your life will be a joyride get over that quick. When it comes to the affairs of the heart, you will more often test the fires of hell, than bask in the light of heaven. Love is a struggle the hardest and most rewarding struggle of your life! But no matter how you find it hold on tight. Hold on tight my dear friends, hold on tight!

It was 1976 in Istanbul. Now at that time you could only find three kinds of people in Istanbul. Those that wanted to be there, those that didn’t, and those that were there for drugs. The majority of those that didn’t want to be there originally came for the drugs, got caught, and had no choice but to stay, in prison. They really didn’t want to be there. But there was also another group of people that had no choice, they were our service people. Some wanted to be there, some didn’t, and some never wanted to leave. Being in a strange place alone can be very unsettling so when one finds a familiar face, one that reminds them of home, the two tend to gravitate toward each other. In a time of loneliness it is very easy to find comfort in the arms of another, even though you may belong to someone else.

Now Love is a funny thing. It has a mind of its own. It makes its own decisions and its own choices. We have no say over who we will fall in love with; we are helpless under its power. One more thing, Love has a life of its own, you can’t kill it. It can only die a natural death, and sometimes Love never dies.

They were both alone in a foreign city. They both belonged to someone else. And neither of them had the power to fight the inevitable; they fell in love with an intensity so strong it was impossible to resist. With their respective significant others away in Greece and Italy, for a while, in a city founded on a new world order and dedicated to the undying love of a king for his queen, Love had its way and they knew true happiness. But as I have said before, life isn’t fair and the ones who did want to leave had to stay, and those that wanted to stay had to leave. He was called home, back to Virginia. But where there is Love there is Hope.

She followed….. Unannounced

There is a certain magic in the Middle East, after all it is the home of Aladdin. The crowded narrow streets, the smoke shops and the coffee houses gave the city an old world flavor. One cannot help but be overcome by the pungent aromas of fresh herbs at the farmer’s market and the salt sea air as it is bordered by water. Istanbul is the only city that is located on two continents and then there is the Hagia Sophia, once the largest unsupported structural dome in the world, symbolic of the infinity of the cosmos. Once a Christian church it is now a mosque. Its walls are lined with the words from the Holy Quran proclaiming the praises of God. It has withstood numerous earthquakes and is only reinforced by thin bands of iron. The city is full of Byzantine churches with their domes and arches a mixture of Greek, Roman, and Asian ingenuity and their golden icons of the Madonna and child. Their mosaic work is unsurpassed, but the city has one more thing essential in any bittersweet love affair, anonymity. Yes Istanbul is full of history, magic, and anonymity.

But a small town in Virginia, where the local sites include the local chapters of the VFW and the Red Cross, holds no magic, and in a place where everybody knows everybody else, there is no such thing as anonymity. The magic died. The red hot flames of passion that were fanned by the warmth of the Mediterranean Sea breezes gradually cooled down into an ember. The amazing thing about embers is they linger. They hide in the smallest of places. Slowly, gently they burn on with the slightest amount of air to sustain them. Held down by the threat of discovery they enjoyed a few weeks together, but eventually she left, she returned to Milwaukee, and once again the inevitable happened, life went on.

Who knows why we make the choices we do in our lifetime. She left to live her life in Milwaukee the outcome is still a mystery but he tumbled himself right into the world of the wild life and drugs. Wasted years, but all seasons come to an end, thankfully. A new marriage and the reality of fatherhood spotlighted the need for maturity. The boy died and the man stepped up and took his place. With a new family and the future ahead of him he had to make a life’s choice. It was then the blood of his ancestors called and he followed in their footsteps into law enforcement. He became a hostage negotiator and lived.

The Universe is marvelous and wondrous and also merciful. It blesses us with so many precious gifts, free will, opportunity, love, and second chances. When it comes to second chances don’t ever think you won’t get one, as long as you can throw the dice you’ve got another chance. Don’t ever give up!

His second chance came ten years later when the voice on the other end of the phone was hers. He was stationed in Richmond and she was to attend a convention the day after New Years. But opportunity and second chances don’t always work on the same schedule. Shortly after they had made plans to meet he was transferred out of town and had lost her phone number. They never did meet. Maybe it was just bad timing. He has been searching for her for years in vain.

That’s where all you dear friends can do me a big solid. Please post this story on your status and email it to your friends. Let’s help the Universe give them a second chance. It’s time to roll the dice!

Debbie, Rick is searching for you.

You can contact him at stolenmoments.janusgangi@yahoo.com



To be continued…..

Confessions of a Romance Writer 11

There is no better place to reflect on one’s self than in the bathtub. Especially since your distorted image is staring back at you from the bathroom fixture (A distortion that adds improvement in my case!). Looking hard at myself, brought to mind my self image, and the image I wish to project to others. It’s not that I wish to deceive people, as much as I would like to deceive myself. God bless Oil of Olay! When people say “Maybe it’s Maybelline” when it pertains to me, your damn straight! I have studied the laws of Physics and have yet to find a way to overcome them. Gravity - 1, Janus - 0, gravity wins! So don’t be surprised if you find me in the aisle with the push-up bras at Wal-Mart, a girl will take all the help she can get! Yes, I dye my hair, I tried that salt and pepper thing once, and it lasted fifteen minutes. So, when it comes to taking my picture why should I be any different? I don’t see anything wrong in slapping on some makeup and putting on clean clothes before the shutter snaps. I am scary enough when I first wake up, why would I want to inflict that kind of horror on posterity? Then to top it off, I never look the same in any two given pictures, regardless. If you lined up all the pictures you could find of me you would swear they are different people. Even the ones taken minutes apart! Some people were made for the camera. I was not, and so I avoid it at any cost. If my loved ones want to remember me, I tell them to shut their eyes. Memories grow better in time, which works in my favor. Speaking of growing, I have come to the conclusion that my nose has been growing in these past few years. Another reason to insist on just the right angle before someone points that blasted box at me. I brought up all of this because of the topic I wanted to discuss this issue, profile pictures. There are all kinds of articles on the internet that give you the ins and outs, the dos and don’ts of profile pictures. If you want advice you won’t get it here, go look up those sites. This is strictly my observations.


This morning there was a question posted on the stream of one of my sites it simply asked “Why do people post pictures on their profile that make them look ten years younger than they are?” We are all social creatures, but we are also insecure creatures as well, and many people are just not comfortable with their own appearance. I can understand that I have never liked my looks. But as I take a gander at this World Wide Web and the various social networking sites I have, I have made one more observation. Some people are not satisfied just to post a picture of their younger selves they post unrealistic images that cause one to wonder just what are they hiding? The most popular is the beefsteak bodybuilder with his head cut off so all you see is a pair of pecks and nipples. OK I guess, if you are into Ichabod Crane, after all, headless Casanovas went out at the end of the French Revolution. Then there are those that are trying to make a statement although some statements are vaguer than others. Take for instance, the numerous pictures of cars. Are they telling you they have one? Well good for them! I have one too, it’s sitting in my parking lot dead, but I have one! Then there are the countless motorcycles, the next time I go on a date I’ll see if the Harley wants to go Dutch. Some are just symbolic, I can understand those. If one has an animal nickname I can see posting a wolf or eagle but what’s up with the pig? For myself I have two profile pictures both were taken minutes apart yet I look totally different in them. Different lighting and different cameras but they are still only a few months old. Oh well, to each his own! My next profile picture I am planning to do full body, so don’t be surprised when you see me at Wal-Mart in the girdle section!

Blessed Be

Janus

Confessions of a Romance Writer 10

Eureka! I found men! Oodles and oodles of men. Fat ones, skinny ones, sexy ones…. OMG I struck it rich! Where has this site been all my life! The site is called myYearbook and it is filled with yummy men. A girl could get carried away. Oh, to the hell with it! I’m getting carried away! And the best part about it is, it’s free! You heard me, no membership fees! You have got to check this site out, you will not be sorry. But I warn you, you better down a couple of energy drinks before you hit the keyboard. It is very fast paced, with tons of activities to help you find the man or woman of your dreams. And I think you have a very good shot of it here. The people who developed this site are genius’. It’s a sexy, savvy version of facebook.




What’s more I found Wiccan men, juicy, luscious Pagan men, oh boy, am I gonna have fun! Watch out boys, there’s a witch on the prowl! All those tasty morsels, it’s a smorgasbord! The developers have this ingenious game called blind date that matches people and gets them to check out each others profiles that’s half the battle, then you can take it from there. Although, I will add a word of caution here, you should always use your best judgment when dealing with any kind of online dating and even though the developers do their best to help to keep you safe, your ultimate safety is your responsibility. Never rush into meeting someone just because they give you a smooth line. But with a mature perspective you can have a blast!



I haven’t mastered all the ins and outs of the site yet, there are so many to explore, but one of the features is that people can bid on owning your picture and it can get pretty intense and it is also very flattering. The other day I found myself riveted while two men battled it out over me. Go figure! I have received numerous emails and some were very sweet. There is a feature incorporated into the message system if you need to report abuse and you can always remove someone from your friends list, although the potential is there I have not encountered such a problem.



You can send each other cute savvy, sexy flirts and gold stars and high fives in all the site is designed to get you to meet people and have the most pleasant experience you can. You can also give gifts and stickers. All purchased with lunch money you earn by playing the games. And then there is your popularity rating. It starts out high and then it’s up to you to keep it up. All in all I think you will enjoy it I do.



Now enough of being the nice witch, it’s time to go hunting!

Until next time Blessed Be

Confessions of a ROmance Writer 9

This one’s for all the single mother’s.



Well another Mother’s Day has come and gone. I spent my day alone for the most part. Well, alone is not really the right terminology. You see, my children are all grown and have their own respective families and obligations to their extended families. They spend the day running. I prefer to stay home and relax, after all, that’s really what the day is all about. But alone, I am never alone. I am a priestess of the Most high God of this Universe, He is always with me walking with me, talking to me. I am also a witch, and with that I also practice a form of meditation called astral-projection. I usually spend mother’s day with my grandmother Assunta. She crossed over about twenty years ago, but I still glean her wisdom to this day. She was an Italian witch when it was not safe to admit who you really were. She grew up in the back hills of Palermo, in a town called Gangi. There she learned life’s lessons and the craft. My grandmother is a very wise woman and I always enjoy sitting at her feet and taking her council. As we walked through the Summerlands this year she laid it upon my heart the importance of motherhood and about a aspect of it that is not always appreciated. She spoke to me about all the single mothers in the world today, something that was a rarity when she was young. Women stayed with their men back then regardless of their treatment. It was unheard of for a woman to be independent unless she was a widow. My grandmother knew this all too well, she had fourteen children and my grandfather was a womanizing, abusive drunk. But she stayed lived on a farm in rural Massachusetts and didn’t even enter a grocery store until she moved to New York City. It was when she moved to the city that she encountered single mothers for the first time and at first it perplexed her, and then it marveled her. The tenacity of these women, who by then it was the early fifties, seemed to defy all traditions and social norms. By the late sixties and early seventies It was considered epidemic, as a new sexuality and an increasing amount of men shirking their responsibilities took the forefront. But now, it is for the most part a personal decision, but there are still too many men who don’t step up and do the right thing.

Single mothers have a very hard life. Although most will say the do fine alone, the challenges that they meet on a day to day basis would be easier with a significant other. Romance for the most part, is not the most prevalent thing in their lives. The pendulum as we are very aware swings both ways. Either she is faced with the decision to step up and have a social life, that sometimes can get out of hand or she sacrifices all and then is pitied. Whichever the case may be, romance is essential in ones life and a single mother has to meet many challenges to obtain that lofty goal. But they need romance in their lives. Every woman needs romance in her life. And so, I come to the lesson my grandmother so wisely chose to teach me this year, and that is to admire and appreciate all the single mothers on this Mothers Day. My hat’s off to them and I want to thank them for putting up the good fight. I want to thank them for their devotion to their children and stepping up and being two parents instead of one. And my greatest wish would be for them to have true romance in their lives and that all those reading this will help to bring that to fruition. Single moms need the love and support of their families and friends and a babysitter now and then. To all I hope you had a blessed Mother’s Day until next time
 Blessed Be!

Confessions of a Romance Writer 8

Have you ever thought about those voyeuristic questions that are found right under social network feeds?


I go into my email and there is the question, “What are you doing right now?” And then there is the standard “Tell me what’s on your mind.” It kind of reminds me of a phone call I got once. A very sultry voice asked me, “What are you wearing?” To that I replied, Dominick, is that you?



There are just some things in this lifetime that I was not cut out to deal with, and anything that has to do with a computer or the internet falls right into that category. But, life is a bitch, and I have five websites sooooo dealing with the cyber-world is a necessity. I have contemplated finding a time machine and returning to the stone age. Life was so simple back then. One didn’t have to get pissed off when there was a power outage and all of one’s work was just lost. After all, how often did a campfire go out from a gust of wind. These days one good gust and the pole sways, the transformer blows and instant darkness. Of coarse, this only happens when there’s not one damn candle in the house. If I had a stockpile, I wouldn’t feel the slightest breeze.



Another thing I just can’t seem to get a grip on are those games on Facebook and MySpace. Oh, I have tried. But I just end up with dead crops, starving fish, and my cat Ipswitch has fleas. I try to be a good neighbor and return all the gift requests but there are so many that I have received the game won’t let me receive anymore, until I deal with the ones I have. Only I can’t figure out how to open them, let alone find them. They are somewhere in that cyber world waiting in a great big pile yearning for my attention. They better not hold their breath. All I can say to all my friends is…. I’ll send you gifts PLEASE don’t send me any. I promise I won’t forget you! But please, don’t offended. I can’t seem to load pictures onto my laptop either. Simple mundane tasks are just beyond me. I have Photo Shop but can’t seem to figure out how it works. So, pictures are very rare in our family and if by chance you get one from me treasure it.



So, I decided to take the plunge and join Plenty-O- F---, you get it right? Filling out the first part of the registration was no problem. I can spell my name and I do remember my address. Then I got to the description part. You know, the about me block. The tell us all your deepest desires in a mate part. Mine is simple… male. The instructions say list all of your attributes and interests, the more the better the chance is of receiving replies. And that got me thinking about all the things I shouldn’t put in my description such as:



I have two left feet, when I was a little girl I went to dancing school. Whenever the music would start the instructor would walk over to me and sit me back down. It was that, or a pile of little girls in tutu’s in the middle of the dance floor.



I’m not that great in sports. If you throw a ball at me, chances are I will close my eyes and the ball will be lost forever.



If I’m reading I can’t hear you. You can be standing right over me banging on a drum and you will not get a response. Everybody knows this, so why do they still get mad at me?



I am not listening to everyone’s conversation. In fact, most of the time I am not very interested in what other people have to say. So, I can’t understand why my family gets annoyed when I say the two most used words in my vocabulary. What? Who?



My kids call me book smart and street stupid. ?????????????



So I talk to the turtle.



No, I do not believe in little green men. Yes, I do believe in ghosts.



And when all is said and done, if you are angry with me don’t be surprised if I’m smiling.



Now What should I write in my description?

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So, I have decided to become a cougar. The problem is that the male population of East Tennessee doesn’t agree with me. So, I guess I’ll just have to depend on Karma and the dating service. I have also decided to make an effort to go out more, be seen, mingle and be more outgoing. At least it sounds good in theory. With that in mind, tonight I’m going to midnight bowling (wanna take bets how long it takes me to fall on my ass!). I know that it’s suppose to be family night, but there must be some single men there. That’s why I bought a new outfit, and it’s not all black…. it’s black and white. I don’t just wear black. I wear grey, and brown too! But I’m beginning to receive a lot of flack from the minions. That’s why I added white to my wardrobe.




So, I’m all ready for my big night out. Going bowling. Going gorgeous. Going black and white. Going to get noticed. Going to get a man. Going to get sick! The other day I spent hours in the beauty parlor getting my hair and nails done. Then, I invested in new make up (Age defying make up my ass, I just got a minute older!). This is getting expensive! Now bowling, I even have to rent shoes! Plus the cost of my new duds! I’m not settling for anyone less than Prince Charming.



My son got a love letter the other day. It was from a girl he knew in high school. He hadn’t a clue who she was. At first he was flattered and then he was worried and then he got curious. It became his life’s goal to find out who this girl was. She told him she thought he was sexy and that she even had a tattoo that he inspired her to get. She wrote that she was ready to fry like bacon. Ok, I’m not going to go there. I wonder if I should be ready too! Never mind. My son has become an amateur Sherlock Holmes. He showed real initiative finding out all the info he could find about this girl. So, now my son will get more action than me. What else is new. So tonight is my night, gonna do a little scoping, a little smiling, and a lot of flirting.



We got to the bowling alley late. The first indication that my expectations were way too high was the empty parking lot. But ,I’m a firm believer of carpooling. So I wasn’t discouraged. The huge sign that hung over the doorway was encouraging. Moonlight Bowling! Beer served. That’s enough for me! The first bad sign was when we opened the door there was no music. Then the next sound I heard was that of a bowling ball striking pins. Two lanes occupied on each end and all the others empty! Greeneville, Tennessee is a city of Amazons don’t let anyone tell you different. There was not one man there. Except for the guy behind the counter. Oh well, let’s bowl!



Now let me remind you it took six weeks to write Stolen Moments, it took another three months of constant social networking and working with the publisher to get the book published. That’s almost six months of constantly sitting down and exercising only my fingers. I’m out of shape! Although none of this occurred to me as I approached the line, and let go of my first ball. Then it happened, every muscle that had laid dormant for the last half of a year screamed in agony. If I lift my shoulder my hip hurts. If I move too fast my head hurts, if I take a forward step my butt hurts. I don’t think there is one part of my body is that isn’t calling me a fool right now. But I persevered I bowled until three in the morning. A feat that has me surprised and proud at the same time. Well I didn’t come home alone. I brought with me every ache and pain of a well deserved night out. And you know what? I had fun, I laughed and enjoyed my friends company and without a man in sight. Maybe finding a man is too overrated.



Oh to hell with it, I start looking again tomorrow.

Wish me luck!