so it must be more around two years since I moved out of the marital bed. In November it will be two years since M moved out and four since we got married. It seems a lifetime ago, like something that happened to a different girl. Not so far from the truth really.
Anyway, after a slightly complicated situation hiccup in my personal life recently I realised that maybe I am ready to dip my tow back in the dating water. I’m still prickly as all hell and too much honeybadger to appeal to many i expect, but I have had moments recently where I have felt that being on my own, while fabulous, may not be the only option worth considering.
With that in mind I put out a plea to my tweeps today to help me put together my match.com profile. I know now that my finer points are:
I am the girl to be with in the apocalypse
I can explode your brain with my mind and break your spine with my little finger
I have hats
I have a zombie survival plan
I can kick you in the face
I’m a geek
I like mastadons
I wouldn’t trust my friends to write my profile
If nothing else they made me giggle like a loon and feel extremely loved and much more comfortable with being me. So good job gang, thank you and I love you all too.