How it all began

First few lines.....more to come

The material woman’s life is all about gaps….empty spaces…..bold blanks…consistent commas. And the never ending struggle to eliminate that ever growing mass of nothingness. That one big hike to put an end to credit card woes, that one big promotion to put her right up there in the history of her workplace, that one big switch that pays her house mortgage, that one pair of shoes that end her search for the perfect pair. With time the list grows more and more entertaining and to the minds of few of my readers…..totally amusing. But amongst all the trivialities of life that turn a woman to a juggler is the one that has been topping the charts for ages, the all time classic……..The Perfect Man.

As another year drew to an end and I stood in my kitchen bar stirring cocktails for everyone I couldn't help reflecting on the fact that I had a remarkable year. I had managed to survive in a new city all by myself, made some great friends and acquired new tastes. I was more hopeful, had a load of new dreams and things I wanted to do become. But I was nowhere close to finding The Guy. He still continued to elude me.