My name is Jenny. I am 32 and yet still single.

Searching high and low I’ve come to question even my most positive traits. As women, is there a line to draw before we become too independent? Are men truly intimidated if we are overly successful? Should we stop painting our faces with happiness and rather bear some of the loneliness we feel inside? Despite all of my analyzing, I am still unsure.

Help to support my upcoming release No Job, No Car...No Problem by sharing your own stories or comments. Be sure to push the "publish comment" button once you are completed.

This page shares encounters that are not included in my first book. They may not be directly related to dating, but all relay a similar message. Should they end up in a sequel? We'll have to see. For now, enjoy what is here and check back for continuous dating catastrophes and unfortunate encounters that are sure to happen as I continue to date.

My Mother

I know in my post tonight I wrote about my mother. And I also know you don't care, but out of respect to her I must tell you that she is a caring, wonderful, and not completely crazy woman. I have exaggerated a bit and made her out to sound a wee bit crazier than she is because I am a writer and I have to make it exciting. All in all, she is whacky indeed. She had us do the most random things as kida, yet she always had a smile on her face and got more out of any situation than anyone else. I love her and she made me the person I am today. So, I hope she knows I write her in this crazy, kinda whacky sense out of loving her and always seeing her as a person who was oblivious to stress and chaos...the way I hope to be someday.

Okay, now read my first farm life story and let me know your thoughts! It's book number two time!
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