My first post, ever

I only ever wanted two things in life.

They were love and ballet. I have....neither. I HAD a boyfriend, a Greek boyfriend...and he was the biggest disaster ever. He dumped me recently with a TEXT MESSAGE. And it went like this: "I dont want to brake your heart anymore..."
Great. My first ever real boyfriend at the incrediably late age of 23 and he not only dumps me by text message, he misspells it. Four and a half months of correcting his Greeklish my response is automatic "It's b-r-e-a-k...." there was more, but we won't go into that. This has pushed me to extreme measures. I am going to swallow all my pride, and wait for it, wait for it, join match.com. I am cringing inside when I write this. This is the reason for this blog. I can't TELL people that I am on match.com. Not me, the girl who made fun of anyone who met on the internet, and said that I would only join a dating website if I was desperate at 40. But I'm desperate now, and I can't go around dating restaurant people anymore, been there done that! So I can't tell people about my match.com adventure. It's a secret, from everyone. But its me and I have to tell someone.........

that's why I'm telling you.