So, I’ve come to a few conclusions about why I seem to be single for so long and why I’ve had such infrequent amounts of relationships with men. 1) If you visually look at me (without prior knowledge of my age of course) I would almost guarantee “you” wouldn’t realise I was pushing 30, 2) my voice does not help matters because it’s higher than usual (I think anyway) than most and 3) my stature, being 5’1”, makes me the size of an adolescent. I can’t win! Most men my age think I’m a lot younger and I know that’s not my imagination and it’s pretty frustrating at times. Sure, no complaints about looking younger per say but, doesn’t entirely benefit me either.
On Tuesday, while going to a scrap yard with a co-worker (former) and friend since she had some photography homework to deal with, I found a little kitten hiding away in one of the damaged vehicles; poor thing. I was so shocked to see the little puff-ball just meowing there and it pulled at my heart-strings. Luckily, he’s residing at a friends place being taken care of so I’m glad he’s okay and I managed (with her help) to save him.
This is the li’l guy. His face was all dirty from eating *laughs* so cute. Anyway, that was my adventure so far.
