I, like the rest of the world, mourned when Married At First Sight season 11 finished on Monday night.
It's so nice to see people in love, dontcha think?
And then it hit me, like the sweet tinkling of Cupid's bells (he has bells right?).
I... am completely and utterly alone single.
I enjoy television and dinner parties and paid-for holidays.
I like yelling at strangers and accusing people of cheating after one too many wines (I kid, I kid!).
But for real: my love life truly is a barren plain where tumbleweeds roam and dreams go to die, and being married off to a stranger sounds like a pretty promising prospect at this point.
And after all, they do say to find like-minded people doing the things you enjoy — and there are few things I enjoy more than sitting on my couch watching TV, so this just feels like fate somehow?
Plus, I had a session with a psychic medium earlier this year, and she mentioned that I'd be meeting someone in the next six months, and that it definitely WOULD NOT be on the apps. So it's pretty clear to me that what she was saying-without-saying was that I definitely absolutely need to apply for MAFS.
Yeah, I can read between the lines.
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