Considering my phone is always ringing off the hook you might think one of those calls would be a guy.
As it turns out, this one is. I can hardly believe it, it’s the guy from the bar. The one I was chatting with before I went home.



I should have a shower and wash the remnants of last nights makeup off. That guy seemed ok, seems we had a fair bit in common. I wonder if it would be too forward to call him back and invite him over.
‘Hi, it’s Jane again, listen I was wondering…if you weren’t busy today, you would like to come over for coffee?’
‘Count me out! Really out!’
‘FINE THEN!’



Unbelievable! He was so nice a minute ago, you would think a guy would jump at the chance, ok now I am really pissed.
And there’s another freakin’ fitness freak in my yard.

‘Hey you! Go do wiggle your ass elsewhere, some of us have just eaten’



Hang on, what’s this? Someone’s put a bloody big mirror by the door.
I don’t even wanna know.



‘Oh hi Em…how did my night go? …. Don’t ask, but listen I was thinking….would you come with me next time?....I’m not having much luck so far, yes it is that bad….no I haven’t called the matchmaking gypsy….that’s not funny, so anyway will you come? I could use the moral support…. yes and an escape route…no not tonight my hours have changed but I have tomorrow off…great, thank you so much you’re a lifesaver’



Few minutes to spare before work I could have a go at this crossword. Hmm another word for an unmarried man…8 letters…haha I can think of quite a few.



Honk Honk

Carpool..woohooo another enthralling drive with Victor the mute.

………………………………….. 7 hours later………………………………

Honk Honk
‘You know Victor…you really don’t need to honk the horn when you’re dropping me off. I do know this is my house’

What’s the point?

Oh that’s right, the mirror. I’ll do something about it tomorrow.