Dating For the Clueless-Not the Desperate

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns he’s never walked into mine." Could be my grandmother was right-I’m cursed…but I believe I just haven’t met the right guy. After all, 40-something is the new 30-something, so they say. Although I don’t know who “They” are, I assume “They” must be over forty. And although I’ve kissed more than my share of toads all cleverly disguised as a dashing prince I’ve still manage to have hope that someday I will cram my size 8 foot into that damn size 6.5 glass slipper and when it shatters into a million pieces my perfect prince will be there to tell me, “Damn! Sweetheart your ass sure looks good in those jeans.”