Firstly, Morocco has written me a dating profile which has opened up a whole new category of oddballs and weirdos (I'd like to think it was nothing about my profile - nor my indeed my picture - per se that attracted them, but rather that the oddballs and weirdos are generic lurkers who target any "fresh meat" to the site). One such oddball described himself in his first email to me as "enthusiastically ambidextrous, with a penchant for the quirky and the unknown". Have to confess, I quite like the sound of that, although if it's unknown I'm not sure I'd have a penchant to like it without knowing what it is, which renders the unknown element defunct and futile.
However, there has also been a raft (OK, perhaps not a raft, instead its more of a "lilo") of somewhat more appropriate prospective candidates which I intend to work my way through (pardon the expression) in due course. I am a little fearful they are simply after my highly praised (by Morocco) Eggs Benedict, and quite frankly, who can blame them. But hey, a girl has to take a compliment from wherever it comes.
But I digress.
I write today because of late I have been studying my friends' relationships. Intensely scrutinising them, if you will. And I have to say, whilst I have in the past run from the shackles of love, marriage and commitment (and who can blame me after my one and only attempt at Til Death Us Do Part) I am now looking longingly at my married friends wishing I was in their number. With my own partner, of course, not as a threesome.
Take SJ. Gorgeous broad, with an equally gorgeous hubby. Together since they were kids, they seem to have managed the perfect balance of fun and commitment, together time and individual pursuits that I think we probably all strive for, deep down. Last year, a few of us girls went away for a nice, chilled out hols at SJ's place, at the end of which SJ's hubster came out to spend the next week with SJ whilst the rest of us returned to dreary Britain. Upon arriving at the house, SJ quite literally jumped into his arms, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist and gave him a welcome Christan Grey would delight of, were it delivered by the irritating, lip biting, eye rolling, virginal yet insatiable nymphomaniac Anastasia Steele. It was heart warming, and I've gently teased her about it ever since. Really though, despite the soft mockery, it was so great to see a couple so in love after being together for more than two decades.
Another of our number on that holiday was our lovely Northern Lass. Now her and her hubby, if I have this right, were childhood sweethearts that went their separate ways, and got back together later in life following marriages to other people, and are now deliriously happy and in love like a couple of lovestruck kids. NL talks about her "Chucky" the way I used to talk about Andrew Ridgely before I realised that in fact George was the one with the talent.
And one by one, all my friends are hooking up. I've got friends getting back with their exes (yes you, Morocco - leaving me alone in the big bad dating world!), neighbours moving in together, even new found drinking buddy Cougar has found herself a hotty for a bit of ooh la la (OK, who wouldnt, given the chance?).
And so now, as just about the only singleton left on the block, I'm being a little more diligent in my efforts. I've shaved my legs twice this month and I even had a brazilian wax on Saturday... now THAT'S what you call Positive Mental Attitude - although not entirely sure that's what Rhonda Byrne intended when writing The Secret...
So far my PMA has bagged me a couple of dates - one with the lovely Mr 29 (the man has been "wooing" me for a year - and despite being single now for 5 months we've only been out three times!), and one with a chap who quickly turned out to be potential best friend material but nothing more. However, last week I found myself in the privileged position of having to juggle enthusiastic texting from the previously aforementioned complicated JC, the lovely MB and a chap I used to date years upon years ago. OK, none of these are suitable for the long road, and none have seen (or will be seeing) my topiarial efforts but with dinners and drinks in abundance it's not all bad in the world of EB...
Ellesbelles xx
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