That’s it. My life is over. I’m retiring to bed, broken-hearted, and pulling the duvet up over my head. I shall never love again and will, instead, succumb gracefully to my fate as an old, withered spinster.
My prince Meringue has eaten a poisoned red apple and been bewitched by the affections of another.
‘I’ve just kind of hooked up with someone…I shouldn’t have been speaking to you at all, really…It’s such a shame. We’ve got so much in common, so much to talk about…I’m sorry. I doubt this’ll last though, to be honest. I’ll look you up when I’m back on the site…’
My Destiny has been snaffled. The cow!
I shot off one last message: ‘Good luck, Meringue Man. I really hope things work out for you :-)’
Lovely, kind, big-hearted me, pouring wishes of happiness and great sex on all my fellow love-hunters. And if it all goes tits-up? I am soo gonna be that booty call! 😉