I suppose I’m becoming a dating veteran now: 3 years on and off, a few shortish relationships. And yet do I ever learn?
The last date was wrong on so many counts, yet I jumped straight in with booze and bed (thinking to myself, well I want a shag, it needn’t go anywhere). Yes, dear.
Wrong in what way? I hear you ask, well…..
- He left his first wife for his second and was still pining over the woman he left his second wife for. Leopards n all that..
- He dated a friend of mine a few months before who’d primed me about his unfaithful ways and wanting things 100% on his own terms. Dates must be available when wanted but otherwise shut up and wait until they’re summoned.
- He’s addicted to the internet and internet dating and booze.
- He nearly became a vicar not very long ago. Eek! I’m a defected catholic, I do NOT do religion.
- He’s very insecure. Which basically equals hard work.
- He snored so loudly I banished him to the sofabed .
- Last but by no means least, someone else with far more in common with me contacted me at the same time (but he lived farther away).
The omens weren’t looking good. So why oh why did I see him again?
Good question. Well, we shared an interest in good food, wine and I was feeling lonely. So surely a few trips to the seaside, meals out and some decent sex was better than nowt.
Reader, I was a fool.. although we had a good time and I carried on seeing him, even though the push me/pullyou was making me feel uncharacteristically insecure. I realised after a few of weeks I just couldn’t do it without emotions and they were all over the place. Best call the whole thing off.
Sadly t’other man has since found another (serves me right).
Still, I got to visit the Gormley men in the sea at Crosby (otherwise known as the real sea devils) and now have someone I can consult about computers &/or theological matters, if I should ever need the latter.