I’m 37 and a half – a childlike unit I’ve recently added to my age since becoming obsessed with it. I’m single, childless and wake up every day to the sound of ticking. In my early thirties I turned to dating apps, flipped through countless mirror/bed/gym selfies, men looking for a gal who looked “hot in heels and sweats!” and even dated a few. When I worked in corporate Canada, having my colleagues flock in a semi-circle around my desk for the …
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