I felt I needed a little place of my own, an internet home, if you will, where I could come and rant, moan, celebrate and and observe to my heart's content.
In short, I am a busy working professional woman, (reasonably) attractive for my age (albeit carrying a few extra pounds - of which more below), single and looking for love. There, I said it. I'm looking for love. I want to find my other half: the yin to my yang, the Lennon to my McCartney. The Ben to my Jerry's. I've done the whole marriage and kids thing, and it was great, but I don't want to do that again. What I'd like now is an entirely different kind of love - full of impromptu weekends away, staying in bed as long as we like on Sunday mornings, extravagant holidays because we can afford them as we don't have to worry about school fees. And also full of squabbles about leaving the toilet seat up and how best to extract toothpaste from the tube without smearing it around the sink. In other words, a real relationship, with a real man. And I want to be utterly selfish about it.
But apparently there are not that many of those wonderful creatures out there these days, at least not single ones without an army of kids, ex wives or (shudder) mistresses in their closet. Now don't get me wrong - I've got plenty of baggage of my own (most notably the fact that I'm still in love with my ex-boyfriend who I split from 2 months, 6 days, 3 hours and 40 minutes ago and who, to avoid confusion with the numerous other exes that may well feature from time to time, shall continue to be referred to as MB) and as such I am not against one ex wife, so long as the divorce is sufficiently pre my involvement that he can barely remember her name anymore. At a push, I will consider dating a man with more than one ex wife, so long as the same rules apply. Hell, call me crazy, but for the right man I'd even reconsider my "I'm done with kids" rule and date a super daddy. What I will not do is be the other woman, the bit on the side whilst he is debating whether to go this way or that. Nor will I settle for less than I deserve, by which I mean someone who is less than completely committed to me in the same way I will be to him.
But with all this said - I will never again compromise on quality, if I may put it that way. To use a probably inappropriate simile, poor quality shoes hurt my feet. My Jimmy Choos, however, are like walking on fluffy little clouds. Poor quality men hurt my heart, and the poor little mite has had enough of that crap. So, no more Mrs Nice Gal! From now on, there is no more "OK darling, I'll make all the effort/do all the travelling/turn a blind eye to your cheating ways" and its "Love me and take me as I am, or move on, buster". Not sure I can pull off the tough gal act but I'll give it a go or die trying...
So where does a smart, sensible woman go to find the human equivalent of a pair of Choos? We've all heard that its no longer cool to meet guys in bars (thank the Lord for that), but there's only so long they'll let you hang around the Waitrose fresh produce aisle before you start running the risk of being forcibly ejected, and book clubs have so far produced nothing but single women looking for love...
This leaves, of course, internet dating. And that, my friends, is what I suspect much of this blog will entail. Who'd have thought that by creating a profile suggesting that I am looking for an educated, professional, unattached gentleman in the age range 40-50 and living within 15 miles of London would produce interest from fellows aged from 19-68 (I kid you not!), hailing from lands as far distant as Scotland and New Zealand? What is more, when I say "must attach photo", clearly I mean a photo of YOU not of your car, your bottle of beer, and most certainly not, as one chap sent to me a couple of weeks ago, pictures of two pairs of men's shiny boots and his two dead dogs! WTF?????? Clearly someone somewhere had told this poor fellow that "chicks really dig shoes and pets, man, you should put a picture of those on, it'll show your softer side....". Really, quite bizarre.
The other goal for 2012 (and who knows, perhaps one will assist with the other) is to not only find Mr Wonderful this year, but also to shed half a stone. I would ideally like to do this without cutting down on neither food nor alcohol, so any suggestions would be greatly received. I am planning, in the first instance, to surprise the Virgin Active team by actually visiting the club that I have probably single handedly paid for, and have only been to a handful of times.
So this is it now friends. Mission Ellesbelles Starts Over has begun... wish me luck!
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