I was married for seven years to the "love" of my life. Turns out he was a toad, and not a prince. I was divorced when I was 26 (yes, that means I was much too young to get married in the first place, believe me, I know). Typically, this isn't an unusal age to be single. In Utah, however, the pickings have seemed to be few and far in between. After relaying many of my "adventures" about my "relationships" (yes, I am usuing quotations for a reason), my dear friend, we'll call her "Snookie," convinced me that I should start a blog to at least provide some form of entertainment. I am not sure who will read this, but I hope to make you chuckle a little bit. Of course, all "suitors'" names will be changed for their protection. :)
Until next time...
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