When I was stuck in a dying, painfully dead-end relationship I used to love the idea of being single. I figured the world would be my oyster and I'd meet lovely boys left right and centre to flirt with and maybe go on a date or two with.
But I think that's always the way things seems when you're in a miserable relationship. The grass is always greener. The truth is that it's just as miserable dealing with all the awful greasy men in clubs and bars, cringey chat up lines and dud dates.
I've gone on a couple of 'dates' - one guy must've been on some sort of personality pills the night I met him, but skipped them before our second date - he was as dull as a dishrag!
The second was no better, he had plenty of personality, but did nothing but talk about himself, his mates, and how great he thought his body looked in a tight t-shirt and his Firetrap jeans. I mean, hello?
Photo: Keturah Stickann (Flickr)
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