Now I am fully aware that this is a “Family Blog” but I have decided to spread my wings and go to darker depths. Finally I am going to mention the “S” word… no… not Santa…. SEX!! (Who said that?!) Yes, that three lettered word that is currently causing me so much grief!
I have been back in the dating pool for a couple of months now and I have to admit that I am more confused about men now than I was when I was a teenager! Back then it was all about one man and despite him thinking my feelings changed, they never did, I would still quite literally walk across broken glass and burning coals for him. What’s more… he knows it and still plays on it. Bastard! I get my own back by being brutally honest and giving him earache every so often. He still makes me inwardly swoon and giggle like a 14 year old school girl and outwardly grin like one too…
*Shakes head* Sorry… I’m back with you now! Right, where was I?
Over the past few months I have spoken to several men, I say several in the loosest way possible. I keep getting angry with how depressing online dating is, choose to delete my profile vowing never to return to the site and then within a week I am back on with renewed vigour, believing that I will definitely meet someone. However this doesn’t seem to be happening at all. For some reason the men on a particular site I use are using it as a glorified knocking shop!
What? This hasn’t shocked you?
Well it damn well shocked me, I mean come on! It’s a dating site, surely people actually want to meet for an uncomfortable coffee, whilst looking anywhere but at each other? All my illusions have been shattered! That is all I want to use it for, instead I am faced with innuendo laced messages. Now don’t get me wrong, I like to think of myself as the “Innuendo Queen”, I love to flirt, who doesn’t! It passes the time of day, makes you smile and gives you a warm, gooey feeling in your belly! However, since when did it become acceptable, when getting to know someone over the space of 24 hours, for a man to turn around and say “I know you’re working but I could come and distract you” or “I am just waiting for my invite over to yours”. This from a 35 year old man!
Erm… Excuse Moi? Are you freakin’ kidding me? A little bit of ‘How’s your Father…’ would go down nicely (I have just finished the ‘Fifty Shades of… ‘ trilogy so forgive my pun!) at the present time but I would like to know more than just a name before I invite them to my house. MY house, where my daughter sleeps! What kind of irresponsible person would that make me? Maybe I am overly cautious after the Stalking incident but what single mother in her right mind would invite random strangers over whilst her child sleeps? If I wanted to do that I would simply go to a local bar and save myself an hour by not having to write a profile and choose the best pictures possible.
I quite literally have the hump now, the thought of logging onto the dating site to be faced with more requests to come over tonight angers me. I just want to meet someone normal for a drink… and for once it doesn’t even have to be alcoholic! Besides, doesn’t the age old saying go “Good things come to those that wait?” The search continues… wish me luck!