Ok here's the story. Ten years ago, a psychic once told me that I wouldn't find the man of my dreams until I was 3x but when I did find him, it would be happily ever after.
Well, when your in your 20s and being told by a fat, foul mouthed psychic whose every second word was f*ck, you tend to be offended that she's a) telling you that you'll be what I considered at the time to be damn old to find 'the one' b) that I won't find love for the next decade!
Well 10 years on.....low and behold...I'm still single. Ok, maybe in the back of my head I always had an age and a year that was a subconscious fallback so I could avoid what was 'expected' in terms of getting married, buying a house, having kids... Instead I've travelled the world, lived in different countries, met and dated the most fabulous people, and had a pretty good damn life.
With my 3x bday rapidly approaching, last month I tried to find that psychic one more time so maybe she'd be able to give me a new reading. But after a decade she was no where to be found.
So here it is, 75 days from now.... that nasty, fat psychics prediction comes to an end. I'll be one year older and her prediction...that I've stored away for 10 years...will no longer be valid. And I guess in a stupid kind of way...I might feel that I've missed my chance to finding 'the one'.
So starting today, I've got 75 days to find him. I'm going to go out there an meet as many men I can with an open mind. I'll try all the taboo dating things that you're embarassed to admit that you've done and I'm open for any suggestions.
Look out boys I've got 75 days, here I come.