ice queen of hearts

◊ After another weekend seeing Trouble (group situation, not one on one) and another night of my wine goggles resulting in some kissing and canoodling with a new man, I have started to wonder about another side of this dating game. Is it worse meeting no one, or constantly meeting the wrong men? 


◊ As I sit here on a cold autumn night with my soup for one (homemade though), I’m wondering why it seems the ones who break your heart move on so seamlessly. In the last few months, the Train Driver has adopted two puppies, gotten married (to a doctor, dam it) and ‘they’ have just announced they are expecting… Read More disparity