On the twelfth day of Christmas, online dating gave to me, Twelve Lovestruck offers Eleven random weirdos Ten pointless coffees Nine “thanks, but no thanks” Eight people ghosting Seven “don’t like children” Six unread WhatsApp’s Five catfishes Four numbers blocked Three dick pics Two Bumble matches And a sore thumb from constant swiping.
All I want for Christmas
2017 was a year of firsts for me. A year of changes. If I'd been asked at the end of 2016 what the year ahead would've been, I would have said it would have been better. Better than a tough end to the year financially speaking. Better in terms of available time, as children grew... Continue Reading →