Is this what 30 year old widows do? Spend their Monday nights eating macaroni and cheese, drinking too much red wine, and pondering the meaning of life?
Back in October, I wrote a personal ad as a blog entry (in poem form) and it turned out *like this.*
A month ago, I wrote *this one* - a revised version of the original.
Well, I'm revising it again tonight for the third time, because the world keeps changing, I'm bored and lonely, and I feel like it.
30 years young with playful blue eyes;
Single and hard-working;
Will take you by surprise.
Embracing the natural, hair's usually in curls;
Pretty much an open book;
Not like other girls.
Looking for adventure; looking to live -
Never into wasting time;
Always likes to give.
Needs to have coffee, needs touch and affection;
Friends are so important;
Needs laughter and connection.
Writer at heart, with an old soul;
Pretty damn relentless;
Happy with a goal.
One day at a time, will not be outdone;
30 years young with playful blue eyes
Seeking a life of fun.
(c) ALB 2015