Cracking The Lid On Bottled Emotions
In the time that followed my dad's death, those feelings of loss, hurt and anger bottled up in me. I was like a ticking time bomb. I would want to cry, but I kept suppressing those emotions. No one needed to know I was hurting. No one needed to see me cry. Men don't cry.
Tindering In Your Thirties
After a year of being single I’ve made the decision to put myself out there again. Why the hell not! There's only so much mindless TV a guy can handle. So I download tinder.