Before work one day this week, me and The Builder were busy slurping our McDonald’s coffees, nattering away.
We usually talk about screws, fixings, grout and such like. As you do.
But today, he was telling me all about his neighbour and his have-to-be-seen-to-be-believed dating adventures.
Apparently this neighbour has six women chasing him and has recently been proposed to. Gah.
I have no men chasing me and am sadly lacking in the Sorrento Engagement Experience.
This got me thinking.
Quite soon after MS popped up, my partner scarpered. And I’m quite glad, in hindsight.
But now, three years down the line, where does that leave me?
I was recently contacted by a TV company. They were lovely; they enjoyed my book, liked what I was doing to raise awareness about MS and asked if I would like to take part in a dating show.
Well, my heart leapt. At last! I could find a croissant-eating academic with an interest in knitting. I was sold.
Until.
The email.
Thank you for expressing an interest in ‘Too Ugly For Love’.