Ironic

It’s ironic, a lot of my friends have suggested I write a book/ blog – under an assumed name regarding various aspects of my life including my dating experiences.

Obviously, I have been doing this but I have only told a couple of my friends, as I would not want people to have a bad impression of me.

For instance one of my sisters asked me why I have gone on dates with a variety of guys.  I had to clarify with her that when I’ve gone on dates it has purely been about meeting up , possibly for food, drink or some other activity, with the date ending ending with a kiss on the cheek at best. She didn’t seem to understand, so it got me thinking if I was to state each time I dated to my friends and family, they might become concerned.

Consequently, I have decided to maintain this blogging malarkey.  The only problem now is that  I need to maintain my unpadtes as there is a lot of dating material to get through.

Please let me know if you want me to continue.

Music Sounds Better Than You

Once again, a lot has happened  since my last post, as well as since January.

I hope I will be able to tell you all about my shenanigans, but I will obviously start from where my last post ended.

I started seeing Music Man in October.  As per usual it just happened, as I had known him for years after falling in lust at first sight with him and one of his friends over 10 years ago, when they were performing poetry at a university event.

In fact, it had kind of been a long standing joke that Music Man liked me, and that he would one day get a piece of the action.  However, nothing had come off this attraction as either one of us had always been unattainable.

So what changed? He asked me to come to watch him perform as he was now the lead singer of a band.  Seeing him on stage was amazing as he really owned it. I had gone to watch him with one of my friends, but I allowed them to leave me, as I hoped I would get dealt with that night.

Anyway to cut to the chase our friendship turned into something else that night and it was amazing.  In fact it felt completely right as our bodies seemed to be completely in synch.  Furthermore, we could talk for hours and he seemed to understand where I was at.

The following weeks were a haze as we continued to spend time together.  Meeting in 4* hotels in Paddington, Euston and Kings Cross and making trips to my flat out of London. Each time we met was just as amazing, so it may come as a surprise to know that we aren’t together anymore considering how perfect it seemed.

Music Man had some flaws, in fact the charismatic blase attitude that I had fallen for was also the thing that I knew would wind me up in the long run.

Facebook and Dating…How not to turn into a bunny boiler

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Since becoming single I have become a Facebook addict, becoming a dab hand at using applications.  This is the reason why I thought I would talk about Facebook on this forum.

It dawned on me this weekend that I had been dating someone who I had indicated was attractive on the Sparkey/ Chainn app when his picture popped up, earlier this year.  Obviously as I have lots of things going on it didn’t dawn on me that the guy I had anonymously said yes to ‘Would date’ was actually sitting next to me when I first met him in the flesh.

In fact it was Pretty Man and as I have indicated previously the guy looks so delicious I could eat him.  Since we started hanging out,  we became friends on Facebook and its tempting to check his profile to see if there are any flirtations on his wall.  Especially as he is still not my man and I may seek to justify why his interest in me does not seem as keen as it was when we first met.

The main thing that stops me however is that any reader of my blog will know that Pretty Man is not the only guy I have been seeing so if he is anything like me, any flirtations with potential relationship contenders would not be taking place on the public wall.  This is not only because:

1. it is visible to all visitors to my page, and
2. potentially sent to all my friends in the news feeds.

Real flirtations for me take place via facebook chat/ MSN or offline on the ancient contraption called the phone. With the phone and IM you can see if someone has instant wit and charm, as well as whether they understand me.

As I have got this sense of perspective I hope I won’t turn into a bunny boler for Pretty Man or anyone else that I may meet…via Facebook or in the real world.

Busted

Peter has had to be dumped into the bin. However unlike other guys he will be going straight to the incinerator as I can’t allow myself to even contemplate visiting the cess pit that he has come to reside. You may be wondering why I have confined him to such a fate. The reason for this is that he attempted to commit as cardinal sin and got found out. He tried to get with one of my best friends.

It wouldn’t have been so bad but his excuses were that:

1. I didn’t know she was your friend. He must have amnesia as I introduced them to each other.
2. How did I come up in conversation. You have to remember that Peter wanted it to be kept on the downlow (as R Kelly has so sweetly sung about).
3. It’s only food. Can’t I eat. (This is not a euphemism for something else…he had invited her out for breakfast
4. I know you are seeing other guys. I did not dispute this but none of these guys are his friends and I had not hidden the fact I was dating other people from him.

Now I have to ask was I out of order for telling him that we were through? He seemed truly surprised and has asked me on numerous occasions since he was caught whether e could hook up. I swear I must have been called fool at birth if he thinks I’ll go there again.

On confronting my friend who had been talking to him, I said she’s welcome to him. She told me he doesn’t want my left overs and has proceeded to take a break from our friendship.

He’s still trying to redeem himself but it is truly finished.

Postscript

A cousin of mine asked me if th only reason I was upset was because I liked him more than I thought.  The truth is that I can’t answer that question as I was fully aware of his flaws, but we had got to know each other quite well.  Or as well as you can know a person you’ve been seeing for a three or so months. Was it because it felt like rejection again  as well as being made to feel like an idiot.  Well I guess I’ll never know…It was fun whilst it lasted.

Finding Mr Perfect

The past week or so since my last verbal download has once again been coloured with dates, as well as hanging out with my girls.

I’ve spent time with the Original FB. He’s now provided me with a copy of his weekly schedule due to the fact he has to split time between his football (playing) and his daughter. I was asked whether I believed that the only time he had available for me was on a Wednesday. It’s really surprising because I actually do. I don’t mind actually, as it gives me something to look forward to midweek. It’s not even always about the sex, as we are able to talk about a lot of things and the company is good.

I also went out with Peter. He has started to irritate me as our dates now seem to consist of going to Nandos. Not to say that I have anything against Nandos, but I do feel that if you are still trying to impress a girl maybe you shouldn’t complain about a £15 meal. I did not free up as I have come to the conclusion that if he can’t acknowledge me when I backed in a corner he should not reap the benefits of my acquaintance. He was not very impressed. But you know what who cares. I don’t. To be polite he was extracting the urine. I mean do I have a handle for arms and is my name mug? We do get on though which is important

Things seem to be going okay with Pretty Man. We will be hooking up at some point over the weekend. Will definitley be looking for signs as he seems lovely, but there must be a reason why he’s not been snapped up. As mentioned before he is absolutely gorgeous and good enough to eat. He is also extremely charming and polite. His voice is melodious when he speaks and I am still in a daze, nearly four weeks after meeting.

I was asked how I could like multiple people. Its really strange as they are all different. If all their positive constituent parts were combined I would have found myself the perfect man. If you find him though let me know.