And so in my hour of need....
....my handsome hero on his motorbike!!!
Well, remember when I said I wanted to meet him but kept getting spooked and fate kept putting things in the way.
I'm gonna meet him next week. He knows I'm trouble and I know he's trouble so we should have a laff!
Life's been horrible for the past year and everything I've done to make myself feel better has gone pear shaped... so why the hell not?
Even the kids have noticed the change in my mood.
This is where Dennypoos adds some words of advice.
dennypoos
So my child you wish for some help with your current, and lets not beat about the bush here LATEST bloke crisis.
I've read your last half dozen posts again so-as not to get hold of the wrong end of the stick and my highly orderd mind gives the following:
LESBIANISM !!!
There! said it.
All your woes come from your relationship with blokes and these would appear to have been many, so lets face it you are pathalogically unable to realise when you have a good thing going and always want to fuck it up. ( you may wish to pause here for a moment of blinding realisation)
There are same very compasionate and wealthy Lessers. If you got hold of a wealthy cute one then you could be the one with the dungarees and boots, which considering your penchant for fuckarsing around in fields up to your knees in horseshit should suit fine.
If finances were not an issue, ( and I take it they are) then I would sugest a new "Rabbit". Cheap to run, can use rechargables, doesn't get pissed and punch doors, always performs, etc.
On a final note: There are no 'Mr Darcy's', we are all bastards.