Somewhat against my better judgment I agreed to go on a date last week. I looked forward to it for some days, thought carefully about what to wear, and on the day made arrangements to have my hair done in a gap in my morning. By lunchtime I was feeling really good!
And then the e-mail appeared to say that work in Manchester had overrun, he would not be backing London until late, and 'perhaps we could do lunch the next day.' As a busy professional, that was just not on - BOTHER !
Looking on the bright side, my face has now settled down post surgery (over 3 months now) that I don't have to bother with heavy foundation and the nicely-styled hair from the hairdressers allowed me to pop into a photo booth and get some photos for the ID cards and drving licence that have been crying out to be changed for a while.
Who needs men! (Well, me, eventually. But perhaps that is better left until after my trip to Thailand next year....)
Robin (A little sadder and wiser.)