36 37 and newly single. Again.
This blog chronicles my journey to what, I don’t know. Maybe nothing or maybe something pretty special. All I know is that being
36 37 and single is nothing like being 25 and single, not even like being 30 and single.
In the meantime, I’m a little lonely, a lot horny, and slightly fat. I’m working on all three problems while juggling a career, a crazy family, a precocious puppy, and a zany BFF.
As if things weren’t chaotic enough, I’m having second thoughts about where I’m living and what I’m doing. Should I move? Should I get a boob job? Should I change up my career?
I’m not looking for answers, just waiting for my time to finally come.