Another night in, home alne with only my laptop for company. I opened it up and spotted a friend's Facebook post about a conversation we'd had that day.
Men either look great on the outside but lack compassion, or they're so emotional you end up looking after them. Where is Mr Right?
It was November 2014, and I was 34 and single.
I didn't mind that my dating frustrations were now being broadcast to the world.
It felt good to share.
None of my relationships had worked out. I'd never felt looked after.
I had a good job running an agency for motivational speakers, and lots