
I, like the rest of the world, froth every year when Married At First Sight starts up again.
It's so nice to see people falling 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 is truly 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, my psychic told me 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 meant was I definitely absolutely 100 per cent need to apply for MAFS.
Yeah, I can read between the lines.
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