As I start to pack my suitcases once again, I realise that this is the first time I have felt any doubt about whether or not leaving (and effectively, starting again) is the right option for me.
When an old colleague of mine proceeded to set me up on a blind date with a friend of his, all the usual thoughts crossed my mind. I’ve never been one to dislike dating, but nonetheless, an awkwardly silent dinner with an awkward, silent, unattractive man was not something I was keen on.
Interestingly, I was told to meet him at midday (a day date! I like them) in a rather dubious location. At an old airfield close by to the airport, to be precise. Being myself, I was purely perplexed. Did he live out of town in this direction, was this the only convenient location for him? Were we going to do something bizarre like..bungee jump? Horse riding? Strawberry picking? All of those options were vague and rather odd possibilities at the location.
As a single girl, often I meet men I like but for one reason or another, the relationship just doesn’t seem to progress. Not that it stops, exactly; rather that it just doesn’t move forward. So suddenly I realise that Man X has been around for well over a year and a half, and yet I’m still totally single. Read the rest of this entry
With reference to my last post on being Girlfriend Material, I kind of want to know whether people do believe the no-sex game works. Like I said, I’ve tried the three, five and even seven date rule and am pretty sure it doesn’t – but maybe I just tried it with men who were broken anyway?
What do you think? Can you have sex on the first date and still make a relationship work?
Last Friday, having made plans with D for that evening, I received a rather rude midday text. That’s not rude in a good way; rude in a bad manners way.
It was of course from D, not only cancelling our plans for that evening, but informing me he was on the train out of London as he had decided he ‘wanted a girlfriend’. I’m not even going to get started on the many, many issues with that (he didn’t have to cancel our plans, he should have told me that evening, the brashness, suddenness and finality of it was incredibly disrespectful….etc. Ultimately, he was a coward).
My first thought was that I was leaving in a few months and he knew that; so if he wanted a girlfriend, it wasn’t going to be me. Read the rest of this entry