The one that got away...

From an early age i had a plan, by the time i was 27 i was going to be married, by 28 i was was going to be paying off my first home and by 30 i was going to be pregnant with my first of two children, a boy then a girl two years later. 

So how did i come to be 30, living with my parents, single and purchasing avocados and cat food on my credit card? Well to be honest i dont really know. I had lots of dates, month long stints here and there, when i was 19 i dated someone for close to five years and then at 25 another for two years. But since that ended it really has all been down hill. And by down hill i mean i have dated the works, from middle aged Jewish lawyers with OCD to grungy band members with too much facial hair and not enough deodorant.

Having said all that i do have a rather strick criteria around the men that i date, they must be tall a 6ft minimum, have brown hair and blue eyes (however i would be flexible enough to consider brown). They must be funny and outgoing and i wont lie to you i am partial to man that looks like he could kill a bear with his hands, why that is important i dont know, evolution i guess? 

It could be argued that i am too fussy but believe me when i tell you im not, like most people i just have a 'type'. These blogs will mainly focus on dates both past and present, with tales from travel and other encounters thrown in for good measure, there will be stories that will make you laugh and those that will make you cry (more than likely out of pity). Thats it in a nutshell...watch this space...