It has been a few weeks since I’ve been able to face up to writing about ‘the dating game’. The more I experience it, the more I believe it is a game. Perhaps it is because I really don’t know what I want. Does anyone? Christmas and New Year passed in a bit of a haze and not for the reasons you think. Life never goes to plan and it certainly didn’t for me. Who ever plans on dying around the New Year? The last thing on my mind was a good old snog and grope at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve. And I had planned things so well this year. So a funeral beckoned and I had a lovely time with my very close family. It was a supportive time in many ways. I was in the right place at the right time and that meant more to me than anything. So that was a little interlude and now I’m back on form. I had to find time to buy Steve dinner. I was being a little bit distracted by A N Other – oh yes, I don’t believe in focusing on one man. I get bored very easily and I haven’t made any commitment or signed anything, so why not? | "Texting is great but I don’t quite get his flirting messages. It’s almost like he expects me to drop my knickers immediately." | |
Meet Max – a text mate. How did I meet him? Remember experiences of dating websites? I hate them but that is how we met - sort of. In fact we haven’t met face to face. Spoken a lot but I think he’s a bit of a control freak. Texting is great but I don’t quite get his flirting messages. It’s almost like he expects me to drop my knickers immediately. He says I’ve misinterpreted his flirting. I don’t think so. Am I being a little harsh? Have I been out of the loop for so long that I no longer know when someone is flirting with me? ‘Have you started imagining you kissing me yet?’ Rather forward don’t you think? When I’ve had a long hard day the last thing on my mind is the possibility of getting up close and personal with a man I’ve never had a visual close encounter with. Which reminds me of the professional man who offered to take me to a swinging event… It was being held at a well known venue. I’ve resisted asking the caterers if they've ever had a swinger’s party. Curiosity will get the better of me one of these days. He was quickly erased from my mobile phone. I’m sure he is very happy swinging to his heart’s delight. Anyway, Max is on the back burner and Steve has had another meal. It took a long time to sort out but I managed to do it. If he was right I’d be desperate to meet up. Equally if I was right for him he’d drop everything for me. Steady! Was it the last supper? Who knows? There’s no spark with him but there’s a sort of comfort. It all seems to take too much effort. My friends say take it easy, be nice, give him a chance. Should sparks fly immediately? Have my senses been so numbed that I no longer have any tingling? You know, when you brush past somebody and there’s that breathtaking spark? Ever had it? I’ve experienced it twice. Sadly both of those relationships went by the wayside. Will I ever find someone like that again? Do your feelings change as you get older? Am I at that ‘it would be nice to have a companion’ stage? Heaven forbid, I’m still young. Steve will be a new friend but somehow I have this feeling that that’s all he’ll be. Hasta luego! | 
