Tracy

11 Jun

Right so I spent 45 minutes getting ready for a second date last night. Felt quite good about myself. Got to the restaurant, had a hot flush in the doorway, and arrived at the table looking like I'd jogged there from the car park. He was very nice about it. I was not. Anyway. I'm noting this down as a reminder to arrive five minutes early next time and stand near a window first. Dating in your late fifties is genuinely a sport x