Please, someone reassure me, that 11 days shy of my 30th birthday and and after being a single mother to my fabulous DD for 2 years, that I won't actually end up an old spinster who ends up being eaten by her cats??
I am feeling a bit sorry for myself after being spectaculary stood up for a second date by a guy who'd spent the entire week sending me upto about 40 texts per day to totally ignore me and stand me up.
I am actually happy as I am, however a sniff of the dating lark has got me re-interested in finding someone. I have just signed up to match.com, but I just think today I'm feeling very sorry for myself.
Someone please slap me! 