Well, Christmas is over.
It was… interesting. You read the poem. You know what happened.
Now I am sitting on the couch, trying not to sob into my Kleenex, as I think about my New Year’s plans.
I know I should be an independent woman; I shouldn’t need a man to make me happy.
But, honestly, wouldn’t it be nice- just once– to not have to worry about who you are going to spend New Years with? I keep thinking that one day someone will say “So what’s your plans for New Years?” and I will be able to reply, “Oh, not much. Rafe and I were talking about Paris, but he isn’t sure if he can leave his multi-million dollar empire right now.”
Or maybe just his independently owned vineyard…
I can’t- I repeat CAN’T- watch Ben and Cheryl snog all night while I am trying to avoid the advances of Ben’s best friend, George. He tries it every year. What is a more obvious way of showing someone you’re not interested in them then by telling them you have a transmittable disease?
He still tries.
So I am finally putting this blog to good use.
If you are single, better looking than a frog, and will shower at least a day before the said event you have a shot at taking me out for New Years!
P.S. If you are chosen I am going to need to see some id.
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