I signed into Lava this morning and got a notification that I have a new smile. Out loud I said, "I bet you're 47!"
I clicked on the smile, and it turns out he's 45. I laughed so hard I'm sure the neighbours heard me when I fell off my chair and onto the floor.
Honestly, I don't know why I keep banging my face against this brick wall called dating. I suppose it has something to do with needing material for this blog.
Bah. Back under the rock I go.