28 March (part 1)
He wants fucking dating advice. This is what came in on Friday. I’ve only just opened it up. I thought he was going to ask me out!
‘:0) You don’t think the tag name sounds too silly do you??
It wasn’t what she did it’s just how she came across – on paper, and on first meet, she seemed charming enough but a couple of hours into the date I got the impression she was a bit of a ball breaker, if you know what I mean.
She works in financial services and had that sort of aggressive streak as if she is out to prove something in a man’s world… just a bit of a psycho really. Ah well. Not had much luck since then. I send messages to girls, some respnd, most ignore me. But even the ones that respond don’t always keep up the contact, which I find strange…do you ever find yourself doing that to guys? I am curious to understand the female psyche when using the site.
Is it just because other (better) opportunities come along, or is it simply case of “a girl is allowed to change her mind”?
Good luck with the date. I hope he is nice and takes you somewhere fancy!
xx’
They probably realise they don’t like you. Maybe you offended them. Maybe they realised they don’t have anything common, there is no rapport. It’s like real life. A bit. Having a conversation with someone. I could give him advice. Since when were we buddies? I’m not going to.
He has a problem with ball breakers! I couldn’t have been less of a ball breaker. He now wants tips from me on how to succeed with the ladies. There I was fantasizing about a romantic reunion.
He is suffering from pangs of insecurity. I kind of knew this was a side to him. The girl before me was a bleached blonde with fake boobs who had been really nasty to him. He didn’t go into detail. But I know she hurt him. I wasn’t so stupid as to let this be an excuse for his behaviour towards me. But it’s interesting to see he has been on the receiving end. The paranoia and insecurity is coming to the fore again on a dating website for him for goodness sake! Maybe another ball breaker got hold of him since our last liaison. Funny. I hope so. It’s sounds mean. It is. But he should know that he lucked out with me. Yet. He’s wanting me to be a shoulder to, not cry, but at least lean on at the moment. I don’t think so.
What is it about me that men are not interested in? Some are, but the ones I’m interested in don’t have me on a pedestal. I’m not girlfriend material to them. The Entrepreneur, The Hot Brazilian, Jo’s cousin. The Arab did, but he hasn’t been in touch again. I guess my “talk soon” close was a shut down to far.
I’m supposed to have a date tonight. My instinct is telling me this isn’t going to happen. He texted to confirm earlier this week but I haven’t heard from him since. He isn’t falling over himself to make contact, to talk to me. I have come to realise a lot of men don’t like talking on the ‘phone. Ricky won’t even talk to me. Jo says it’s a phobia. I guess it’s a metaphor. Men are not great with communication.
Shall I respond to The Greek? Shall I text The Arab?
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‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
This is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
