I spent 350 years (give or take a decade) looking for love. My father spent most of that time scaring my dates away, or if they were unlucky… encasing them in ice. He even decided somewhere along the way that I wasn’t responsible enough to take care of my heart and choose love for myself. So, much like the angst-filled poet I dated at turn of the century, he put it on deep freeze until someone could live up to his standards.
What did I learn from all those failed romances? People let you down. You can’t count on other people to make you happy if you can’t make yourself happy first. After a particularly bad break-up, that may have included me shattering my frozen heart and taking a 60 year nap, I’m back.
This November enjoy the icy weather and hot romance of Snow Pixie