tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63887885917256526782024-02-19T14:41:28.476+00:00The girl next doors search for loveMy dating blog - all about me and how I plan to tell anyone who is interested about my dating experiencesBonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-18746606050798092732017-11-03T13:55:00.000+00:002017-11-03T13:55:06.489+00:002017 in retrospect, the rough before the smooth.Apologies for my absence again. I took a few months off from dating as it started to hit my confidence levels quite hard. Off the back of a toxic relationship and some health issues, dating was one drama I could do without. Looking back on my last blog in February I cant believe that was only this Year. I'd completely forgotten about a couple of those !<br />
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Since then what has happened- probably too many non progressing dates to be honest. I had a previous gentleman get back in touch, apologise for his disappearance overnight - we had met a couple of times and got on well, for him to then vanish. I told him I understood life gets in the way. I don't hold grudges. So we chatted again, and he vanished again ! Never mind. These things happen.<br />
I also attempted a long distance relationship- the work of the armed forces kept him out the country literally a week after we met, then family holiday commitments both sides interfered with meeting up. We did get to go away for a weekend trip to a wedding, but once again the friendship zone hit, and we parted ways. Again I don't hold grudges. I want someone to be totally into me, to have the time in their life for me, to message me even just to say hi, and to include me in future events they have planned. And if its not right on one side then there is no point in holding on and wasting someones time. Both these guys I wish all the best in their lives, and I know they do with me too.<br />
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So I found myself on line again. And instantly regretted it. I caught the attention of a man who decided to try a different tact when chatting to me.<br />
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Turns out I had innocently forgotten to change my body shape on my profile. Now the options available are limited- literally -6 options- rather not say, thin, athletic, average,few extra pounds , big & tall/BBW. So I must have selected athletic when I'd originally set my profile up. Okay since then I may have added a few pounds , but I don't think its a massive misdemeanor as I'm still active .</div>
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Ok , so I may have lied in that one - should read a curvy uk size 12. But on what planet does anyone have the right to insult someone like that? I took it to heart, and I admit I cried. After Years of dating and meeting people I have never felt so low as I did at that point. I like my curves- ok I have a few I would rather I didn't have- but don't we all! As we get older its not so easy to stay skinny as you did in your 20s. . This photo is me just a few months ago. A photographer friend of mine has even used my curves for an exhibition hes doing. I wish I could share the photos but they are under wraps for now. But I'm really pleased with his photos and that helped build my confidence back up. </div>
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This man obviously has had some bad experiences and decided he would just verbally attack someone. Thing is he was no oil painting himself. He looked like he had an obsession with sun beds, or an unhealthy addiction to laying in the sun. But his attitude was shocking. Its worrying to think he may be a father, and thinks its acceptable to show his son how to degrade women. </div>
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-36571530986288526422017-02-11T18:14:00.000+00:002017-02-11T18:14:27.697+00:00a few recent interactionsSorry for once again being absent. I've had a few things to deal with the last few months personally .But I'm back and decided on a new take on the blog this year. Last few posts have been pretty reflective, but I want to get back to the craziness that is internet dating. So I plan to update you weekly with a few of the mad things that people have said or claimed to be whilst chatting. Still without a new laptop (fairy godmother is in hiding , I keep asking for new shoes !) So I'm afraid no pictures. Besides ,I'm sure I would get into trouble for posting some of the photos I've been sent , or unmasking the naughty men who are cheating on their wives !<br />
So here's a few gems from the last few weeks.<br />
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Diary entry 19th January:<br />
So this week I've been asked to drive to Dunnow to meet a naked drunk guy who wanted me to get stoned with him ('its okay I'm an honest guy and will take you out for a meal next time ').<br />
I've walked to the pub for a date with my dress tucked up under my short jacket and flashed my knickers to the whole world. Once there and on the date the guy kept saying he wanted more than one drink and asked if he could stay. I said no, he then held my hand and then when he dropped me off at the end of the road , had a snog and asked again to stay. Again no was the answer. The following day he tells me there was no spark . Funny that , I'm sure you would of found it if I'd said you could stay ! Stupid thing is his twin brother tried the same trick about 4 years ago !<br />
Then we had the waterski instructor who is also a fireman who has been doing up a barn conversion, but all his photos of him aren't in the same type of surroundings as the 'professional ' looking ones of the barn interior. Seemed too good to be true.<br />
Oh and lastly the young lads who I am old enough to be their mother and the comment that I look like a tonka toy you can't brake ! Not sure if the spelling mistake was intended but either way I'm still not sure if it was an insult or a compliment!<br />
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Diary 2nd February<br />
This weeks gems include a guy who likes showing off on face time , and even when I told him no, still sends me a picture of him in and out of his tidy whities. Then we have the astronaut who can't decide If he lives in Colchester or Ipswich, who only wants friends, but wants to meet up without trading numbers , in a pub and wants to smooch in the car and feel my curves afterwards !<br />
And finally the one who wanted to meet for a drink. The policeman. Who as soon as he had my number he stopped messaging. I'm sure my numbers not on the most wanted list ! Oh and as a policeman he didn't know where my village was, even though it's just across a small creak to him !<br />
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Diary 11th February.<br />
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This week I have apparently been chatted up by one of the best looking guys who has ever ridden a moto gp bike. Mr playboy himself Randy de Puniet. Now ladies you need to Google him if you don't know who he is. He is gorgeous! He is apparently now a fireman in London who is also a semi pro football player who only last week snapped his leg playing football ! I'm yet to find the source of the fake leg break picture !<br />
Then we have the guy who says he's single , but both his and his fiancees Facebook profiles show,otherwise ( the secrets are uncovered when you trade mobile numbers that sync to your Facebook messenger ) . And finally the friend of a friend who is on tinder , but I know is married !<br />
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Oh the tales people tell !<br />
<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-86257827344154945022016-10-29T10:10:00.000+01:002016-10-29T10:10:06.440+01:00I'm back ! Yes folks I'm back ! Sorry for the long delay in service. Its for two reasons. One, I started to feel like I was using this more to self analyse my life rather than it being about actual dates , and two, I did for a while start seeing someone. And as we know I then start to think its leading somewhere and then boom it falls out of the sky and I'm firmly back on the ground again rather than being on cloud nine. !<br />
Not that I'm sad and lonely or depressed about being single or hearing the Queen song going round in my head "another one bites the dust". To be honest I think I have had a lucky escape. Either I am far too analytical of people and their actions or this guy really did show his true colours underneath the peacock feathers.<br />
As usual everything started very well. Dates out, giggles laughs , open communication lines. All the right noises being heard and smiles appearing. Then over time cracks started to appear in his stories. I never judge people by their financial situation. As long as you are holding your on who cares if you live in a castle or a bedsit. I rent my home so I never judge others on their living arrangements. But this guy seemed to think he was above everyone else. Scoffed at people who in his words "had nothing- do you know they don't even own any property ". This guy in the beginning said he owned two properties, both that were being sold so he could have a fresh start. But within a short amount of time his empire suddenly crumbled. One house was given back to the bank as he claimed he would not have any profit due to it being his second property and having to pay capital gains tax. Then the second property was being repossessed by the bank. Even when he said he had sold the property he claimed the bank were taking him to court to repossess. Now I know these things can happen, but you have to be behind in your payments to get to this point. So maybe instead of taking me to view brand new cars and custom made bicycles he was looking at buying, he should of been concentrating on his predicament. One minute his mum was lending him the money for a new car (because a used Ford focus is a complete come down from driving a convertible Audi don't you know), the next shes had a car crash and cant lend him the money to clear the arrears as she needs a new car (isn't that what car insurance is for?) I wont even start on the expensive motorbikes he claimed he owned and rode regularly with his dad (never in the three months I knew him) , or the problems he had with his tenants ( including not drying up their washing up and just leaving it on the draining board. I'm going to have to have another word with them.) or his obsessive need to write reviews on every place we went to in a very critical manner.<br />
Suddenly in the midst of this drama he backs off and stops contact. He deletes his Facebook profile (fed up of seeing everyone else happy apparently.) and eventually claims he needed time out. So when we eventually talk I explain the two biggest pet hates of mine. Being cut off and being lied to. Does he listen ? NO ! No further contact for three more days until he says hes sold the flat again, and at no point asks how I am (even though I was awaiting some hospital results myself- that's another story- didn't even offer to go to my previous appointment with me !). Then nothing more. I gave up caring at that point. It suddenly became clear he was a self centered egotistical condescending idiot. How dare he comment on my parenting skills when he doesn't even see his own child, or complain I don't own sharp enough kitchen knives (ex chef apparently)<br />
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Blimey - I have just realised I have only just touched the surface with his stories ! Maybe they were all true. But at the end of the day I don't need or want to be judged by someone constantly who appears to claim god like status above us mere mortals. So its back to the drawing board. begin the search again, although I'm starting to loose the will to live over it all ! More new clothes to buy for new dates, the highs and lows of spending time texting and then meeting up for it to not go anywhere. All the strange people and requests you get sent, the knack of trying to sell yourself without coming across as boring, the fear of the question "what do you do in your spare time" when you realise the answer is nothing ! I don't have interesting hobbies- I don't sky dive, or go urban climbing, or ride a motorbike, or even go to the gym! My life consists of work, dog walking, teenage daughter moanings, housework, reading and sofa surfing! What a catch I am !<br />
Never fear though, at least I have you guys along for the ride to keep me company !<br />
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Footnote- need to buy a new laptop !mine is older than me and won't load any pictures to the blog sorry!Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-59392317633163565062016-04-03T17:18:00.001+01:002016-04-03T17:22:28.528+01:00A clear head and an open heartAfter a night out comes the hangover. A day wasted recovering. But the day after that is always a reflective one on my part. Not that I have done anything wrong on my night out. More that it sharpens my mind to how I waste time or energy on people who clearly I shouldn't. It's like a cleansing of the soul. It's like the sun has risen up on a clear morning and the hazy clouds have parted. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjXxu_rKG_ed8-SgqCJUvPN4OsYLv6GorHxKP1naNg7xZ9B5PlxxwXsYHmjXN7wxIjl7e-_u-AS8QRV5d4hgGZSuo-sPsZHCryYMzueODBc612BaMpZBXgK3x40bWZpQdkQAI6xCEZ1ux/s640/blogger-image--1628827694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjXxu_rKG_ed8-SgqCJUvPN4OsYLv6GorHxKP1naNg7xZ9B5PlxxwXsYHmjXN7wxIjl7e-_u-AS8QRV5d4hgGZSuo-sPsZHCryYMzueODBc612BaMpZBXgK3x40bWZpQdkQAI6xCEZ1ux/s640/blogger-image--1628827694.jpg"></a></div>My inner thoughts come to the surface and I finally act on them. As much as it's painful to do , the realisation that no matter how hard you try some people are only meant to be in your life for a short period of time . The cracks that showed before are still there. No bandage will cover them. Any words Spoken are still empty of true meaning. Some people hope and dream for something special , but in reality it takes more effort than they are willing to make. <div>Other people make the effort , but my heart does not beat fast for them. The feelings can't be forced. The reason it never worked in the past lost in a haze. It's like meeting a stranger but knowing something stops you connecting with them. </div><div>My night out makes me realise I have some true friends. People who came into my life to not be partners in love but partners in crime. Those fun nights out drinking , putting the world to rights, laughing and just enjoying the time together. You say goodbye knowing you may not meet up again for a while but can still pick up where you left off. They don't judge your life choices and I don't judge theirs. You are both just happy to find a kindred spirit to let loose with. </div><div>I want more of these times. I've spent too long looking for someone to devote my whole time too. Don't get me wrong. I still want that. I just want friends around me to share moments with more. So then when I do finally find that elusive beating heart they are there to share my joy. </div><div>Who wants to be happy but lonely ? Not me for sure. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQWusk-FjX3y1jp1icP7zIcAspFkNw8Dw5e70Dxf_7D4gt68VXBuPi5UhmD-WCyhaF6eAudNSdxf-0gAQcez9x44uXXxAdCkjWEy7e8Fj1eaca6Db_kc7uw2T0Eheaeke9mtPjc4CykKF/s640/blogger-image--1667636162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQWusk-FjX3y1jp1icP7zIcAspFkNw8Dw5e70Dxf_7D4gt68VXBuPi5UhmD-WCyhaF6eAudNSdxf-0gAQcez9x44uXXxAdCkjWEy7e8Fj1eaca6Db_kc7uw2T0Eheaeke9mtPjc4CykKF/s640/blogger-image--1667636162.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-67498224426584787952016-02-13T16:43:00.000+00:002016-02-14T19:14:59.364+00:00Valentines Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nowadays I don't really take much notice of Valentines day. Don't get me wrong I love romance, but don't see why it should be just displayed for one specific day a year only. Love shouldn't be forced into a public display of who got the best red roses, or got whisked away for an overpriced stay in a hotel because its Valentines day. Its a private thing between two (or more - I'm open minded!) people.<br>
Thing is when you are single any special day can make you feel as low and unloved as Valentines day. Going to weddings with no plus one, being the odd one out at meals, going home to an empty house, no one to curl up to on the sofa at Christmas to watch old movies with. Any day can feel like a dagger to your heart not just the one special day of seeing everyone else's roses and chocolate pictures on social media.<br>
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Yes I do want someone in my life, full time, committed to a life together as a couple.<br>
But I also worry or panic about loosing my independence. My me time. Those days I can just sit around all day with my hair pulled back in a ponytail, in tracksuit bottoms and sloppy top, just being me. When I can watch trash on the tele, or eat chocolate or cry for no reason without being questioned as to why.<br>
I never feel lonely in those moments. I just feel like I'm chilling out, relaxing, zoning out from this crazy fast paced world we live in.<br>
But then sometimes I worry about spending the rest of my days alone. Becoming a recluse with only the tv and internet as her friends.<br>
Maybe I am hard work ! My brain cant seem to cope with me so how could anyone else ! Maybe I put too much pressure onto something being perfect. Looking for that connection on a higher level than just two people who get on. Should I still be craving and searching for that heart warming feeling, that butterflies in your tummy feeling at my age? Should I just settle for someone I get on with?<br>
And that my friends is the million dollar question !<br>
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-71095566348743261822016-01-15T12:41:00.001+00:002016-01-15T12:41:43.068+00:00New Year New Horizons ?<span style="font-family: inherit;">Its been a while avid readers! Sorry for my delay in writing a new blog, although on the plus side that normally means my dating life is running smoothly! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well it was, but then here I am back again ! This time nothing dramatic, just a friendship that is best left as a friendship. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So 2016 what will you have in store for me ? Probably much of the same as the previous Years! Already I have encountered the usual suspects. Guys who blow really hot and want to meet up, then vanish without a trace. Or the one that goes "Sorry babe got a few family dramas going on, I'm going to have to cancel out date" This "family drama" then makes them incapable of texting ever again. Seriously just be honest! Its easier all round and everyone knows where they stand. This line always leads me to think I must be superhuman. I have stress coming at me from all angles- Work, parents, and daughter of nearly 18 Years old who appears not to learn from her mothers mistakes (or listen to her advise !) Yes I admit some days I just want to go home curl up in a ball and tell the world to do one whilst I cry my heart out. But that doesn't render me incapable of still going on dates or even replying to messages! I am woman hear me roar! </span><br />
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So what gem of a story can I tell you today? What have we not heard before?<br />
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How about the one where I spotted an ex on Tinder . Nothing wrong with that except he is "supposedly" happy and settled with new kids since 2013 ! Out of fun I clicked yes and so had he !<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Or the one where I received a message from a guy who's initial picture looked promising. Until you flicked to the second one which showed a her ! Turned out "<span style="color: blue;">they</span>" were looking for a lady to start a relationship with together ! I politely replied to his message with a "I believe I have stumbled into something I don't want to be a part of thanks "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Or the one where when asked why he only had one badly taken out of focus photo on his profile he replied with <span style="color: blue;">"<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.2019px;">have you ever tried to take a photo of yourself?"</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #323232; line-height: 19.2019px;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #323232; line-height: 19.2019px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Er Yes ! That's what reverse cameras & timers on smart phones are for! Or failing that if you are shockingly bad with technology why not ask a friend !</span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: 12.8013px;"> </span></span><br />
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-45601608780983888102015-09-02T19:06:00.000+01:002015-09-02T19:06:32.983+01:00Saying GoodbyeEvery time I meet a new man I always go in hoping he will be the final first date. I always hope things will work out. I pray to every god known to man (because with my track record one god will never have enough power to change my luck) that this will be the start of something wonderful. So when I meet someone I get on with its a great start. You start looking forward, wishing hoping etc. Things move on and you continue to date each other. But then you start to notice that something just isn't right. That final piece of the jigsaw, the spark, isn't there. Try as you might you can't work out what it is that is wrong. If you get asked you can't put it into words.<br />
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Its easier to end it with someone for a definite reason. Be it they snore, they are rude, tight with their time or money, self centred, lazy or whatever. But to end it for what is at the end of the day just a "feeling" is heart breaking. I probably come across as being a right heartless cow at this point to the other person. Its just I know the more time they spend with me stops them being able to meet the person they truly can be happy with.<br />
Saying goodbye is tough. Moving on is tougher. In this day and age its so easy to check up on past loves, to put yourself through the emotional wind turbine when you see they are happy with someone else. You know in your heart that you couldn't make them happy, its still a feeling of being somehow broken. "Is it me that's damaged/in the wrong/too demanding?" flies through your head. You kick yourself for snooping in on them. But it doesn't stop you repeating the action again !<br />
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For various reasons I have this Year had to say "Goodbye" to a few people. In fact I doubt they will be the last ones I have to let go. So I have decided to be strong. I am going to wipe them from my phone, block them on Facebook and stop myself from looking back. Some people will remain in my life as friends. Others have become a noose around my neck. All those empty promises they made must be forgotten about. Stored in a box somewhere to allow me to move on. There have been times I wish I could name and shame a few people and shout from the roof tops "Oi you Mr (insert name). You are an arse. You hurt my feelings badly. Repeatedly. I was stupid to give you another chance. Now do one" But as much as I really want to, it doesn't achieve anything.<br />
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I have realised in writing this blog for the last few years it has helped me deal with things. These experiences become a story, not always with a happy ending mind you. But it makes it easier to deal with emotionally. Its not that I don' t take all this hurt seriously. I don't play with peoples emotions intentionally to write a story. It is just that it makes it easier to look back and end the chapter. Helps me leave the baggage at the last station rather than carry it with me to my next destination.<br />
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-76633797010671090842015-05-12T21:44:00.001+01:002015-05-12T21:44:49.122+01:00Runners and riders in this weeks dating grand national So I find myself throwing myself back on the mercy of the dating sites. I have always used the same two main sites, dabbled around on a few others, but stick to these as they are free and generally well known. Some of the same faces are still there, but then so am I ! So as usual it starts with a mixed bunch - one random first message from one guy just said<br />
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My heart sank at the memory of how many lazy,rude blokes there are out there. But I rallied on and made some progress. I shall list this weeks contenders and a few that have fallen at the first post already. As my daughter claims I must have dated a guy from every letter of the alphabet (and a few repetitions of the same name!), I shall refer to them by initials!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">S.</span> He started off okay, but was on shaky ground with his previous form- only recently left the wife, currently living with parents. But he seemed to have stamina to keep up with the pack. Lost a few places with his suggestion of a first date on a Saturday night (every where is noisy and busy). Last heard of heading into town to meet his mates 3 days ago. Appears to have fallen at a fence and been put down.<br />
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The last few guys I have met/dated (after a long chat with my dad we decided my last real love was 10 years ago, everything since then has been close friendship/ companionship, so they don't warrant being called real relationships, just dating) seem to all have the same lack luster approach to even venturing outside the house. They are all very quick to "get their feet under the kitchen table " and keep their arses on mine/their sofas. The whole going out seems to have stopped after the first (few if I'm lucky) dates. Don't get me wrong I enjoy sitting in watching a dvd,drinking a bottle of wine, etc. But I don't want to being doing that every night, or every weekend for the rest of my days. Especially not at a time when you should be going out having fun and enjoying each others company. One guy I recently met even thought it was acceptable to inform me that his youngest two children had come over and his 18 Year old daughter was also popping over, after I arrived at his flat (a 40 minute drive from mine). And this was only our third meeting ! To make matters worse after giving him another chance to redeem himself, the next time I drove down his mate was there ! Not exactly conducive to a romantic evening, especially when after his mate left his 18 Year old turned up again !<br />
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I don't expect to be going out every time I'm on a date, but I expect some sort of effort. To just turn up at my house, sit on my sofa, and play on your phone all night searching for Ebay bargains is not a good date. Its a piss take ! Or to be more interested in finding out if your ex is dating someone else than actually speaking to me is also not acceptable. Its also a bit hypocritical, when you had been seeing me for at least a month and a half and didn't think you should tell her about me! ( Don't worry at that point I had already come to my senses and finished it with him in my head. I just had to tell him !)<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-63434031535527878782015-02-15T09:37:00.000+00:002015-02-15T09:37:07.938+00:00Missing- A key to the closetI meant to write this blog months ago when it was fresh in my head, but I had a moral dilemma over it. As much as I have always said no matter how embarrassing the story is I will always write about it. I never mention names so no one can be embarrassed, but this one was really tough. I felt like I was crossing a line. But like everything it has a reason for happening, and in this case I think it serves as a privacy warning to us all. So I will start from the beginning, its only a short story, highly embarrassing all round, but might will make you chuckle- and me blush!<br />
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Once upon a time I received a message from a guy online. Lets call him Bob. I checked out his profile- pictures a little bit grainy, no massive description, but nothing that should raise alarm bells or my excellent spidey powers. So we started chatting- nothing deep and meaningful just the usual. He didn't have any children, was not a massive football fan or beer drinking drunk, so when he suggested meeting for coffee on a Sunday lunchtime I thought what the hell I have nothing else planned. So we traded numbers.<br />
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That evening I was sofa surfing with my daughter and her boyfriend, watching the tele and just chilling out. As a seasoned multi-tasker I started scrolling through my contacts on my phones Facebook messenger.<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">Here's a tip for anyone who didn't know- the messenger syncs your phone contacts and adds to the list anyone on your phone to the messenger app if they have Facebook. They don't have to be on your friends list, but you can still see their public profile.</span></i><br />
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So suddenly up pops a name I don't recognise- for privacy sake lets say it said Shirley Temple. So obviously I take a look. I scroll through a few pictures, and can't seem to work out how I would know this person. So I decided to take a closer look at the pictures. It suddenly dawned on me that this woman, was or had been at some stage a man ! At this point my brain started working overtime. I started to scroll back across at the profile pics of Sundays coffee date and compare them to Shirley.<br />
At this point my face was showing signs of confusion. So much so that my daughters boyfriend looked at me and asked if I was okay. I needed a second opinion, so I showed them the photos. They agreed with me that Shirley had to be him- the features matched up. I sat there in shock. Now I'm no prude, but to come across something like this was a bit mind blowing ! So I sent "Bob" a message. I explained I had been scrolling through my contacts and Shirley had popped up. It appeared to be connected to his phone number- how weird. It took Bob an hour to reply.- actually just checked my phone- correction 2 and a half hours to reply. He said<br />
"That's strange. I did lend my phone to a friend the other week. They must have added my number to messenger and made a fake profile. Ill have to find out what they have done"<br />
my reply- blunt I know but I was in shock<br />
"Can't be that. This profile page has been running for a fair few years by the looks of it"<br />
Another half hour wait and Bob texts back<br />
"The only thing I can do is be honest and truthful. Yes I do cross dress. Yes I was going to tell you. Shirley is my alter ego. Never realised that it matches up names and numbers on Facebook messenger. I try to keep it a secret as family, friends and work don't know. If you feel that now u cant meet me I totally understand. Sorry again for telling a white lie."<br />
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Once I got over the shock I called a very open minded male friend. Told him the story and showed him the pictures. His response -" He looks far better as a woman" I hate to admit but I started to laugh ! It all suddenly seemed so funny. I have no issues with how anyone chooses to dress, or live or make themselves happy, just I wouldn't like to stumble across anyone's secret like that. It felt like I was invading their privacy. The moral of this story is that everyone needs to keep a check on what they put out there on line. I am used to coming across peoples profiles of guys who are actually in relationships or have other names in real life to their screen dating profile, but a whole closet of secrets should be kept well hidden.<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-40782639532820294962014-09-27T09:38:00.000+01:002014-09-27T09:38:11.632+01:00Tinker, Tailor, Soilder, Sailor ........Rich Man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief.<br />
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Yep, I can say I have pretty much met all of the above and many more !<br />
I started to wonder if a persons employment does affect their behaviour, do they have a common thread that runs through them ? Should I be looking more for a profession than a person as such? Have I been chasing the wrong guy due to their work code or has it been just bad luck ? So I thought I would run back through a few. Okay I haven't meet a professional Tinker, or a tailor actually, but lets start with a few common ones......<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Policeman</span></b>- supposed to be morally upstanding, dependable, trustworthy, the up-stander for whats right and wrong in society. Erm, not from what I have experienced ! Id always heard never trust a policeman, they always have eyes everywhere and probably if not a wife, another girl elsewhere ! I have met at least three coppers. All nice guys on the surface- but none of them good at letting the past go, or another woman pass them by ! They believe themselves to be superior to anyone else. Not what I'm looking for thank you!<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Firemen</b></span>- have met/dated two, and I can honestly say in my opinion worse than Policemen! Both had their own warped sense of reality, or what was morally right from wrong. Its not actually the case they cant keep their hose pipe in their trousers. In these cases it was what went on in their heads that was the problem.Either morally wrong thoughts or lies and truth distortions. I wont go in to details but let say I only want to see a fireman in an emergency in future !<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Drivers- bus/lorry/delivery.</b></span> Sudden realisation as I wrote that sentence that these guys all seem to be shy, reserved and quiet in public. But with alcohol and on a one to one basis they become animals ! Maybe its the time they spend driving alone all day, but they seem to crave a womans body over her mind. Very physical human beings (I'm not complaining) but also hard to read and to actually find the man hidden below. I have known one for years and I still can't suss him out. I thought he was a womaniser, but the longer I have known him the more I think I was well off the scent. Unless he is the mastermind at lying !<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Office workers/estate agents/sales reps.</span></b> Although I have included Office workers I actually not sure if I can remember one ! Better cross them off my list<br />
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a too quick text reply can send them into a melt down. They may be able to sell houses or paper etc but with matters of the heart they seemed to get flustered and tie themselves up in knots. Likeable guys as a rule, but tend to say what they think you want to hear and then turn it all around and accuse you of wanting more than them.<br />
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Ooo just remembered I did date an office worker- although he worked shifts but sat behind a desk that was what threw me off ! Now he was a very troubled man. Didn't know what he wanted. Maybe that's the <b><span style="color: purple;">shift worker </span></b>pattern coming into its own. Firemen, police, warehouse men all shift workers who seem confused child like people who probably all should of had a more dominant mother in their lives !<br />
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At the root of it all though lays ones connecting factor. Me ! Maybe it is me after all ! Maybe they all lied when they uttered the words- "Its not you"<br />
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Oh god time for some more self analysis !<br />
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-23641379675432670222014-08-18T16:48:00.000+01:002014-08-18T16:48:46.517+01:00The strange are not just restricted to on line datingSo for the second time this Year I got set up with a friend of a friend.<br />
Surely that means this Guy is normal ? (to be fair the first "date my mate" was normal and a great guy and we still communicate now - it just wasn't meant to be )<br />
Surely as a friend of a trusted friend nothing could go wrong ? No skeletons in closets, no current emotional baggage as the friend should have filtered all that out before suggesting a meet.<br />
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Well reserve judgement ! Even friends of friends can have issues !<br />
We chatted via texts and then agreed to meet up. All went well both times we met. He admitted he hadn't been looking for anyone in particular but when the mutual friend had suggested meeting me he thought why not ? He could be missing out on someone special (his words not mine !)<br />
So what could go wrong ? Apparently something so simple as a text message was the catalyst for a melt down ! And I bet you all want to know what the text was that he sent ? Well this time it was me !! I am the bad one . The inappropriate texter. The one that crossed the line.<br />
Shame on me !!<br />
Thing is I bet you can never guess what I wrote ? Something soo bad that he felt like telling me everything that was wrong with the way I behaved.<br />
Ready for it . Here you go .....<br />
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" Hiya. Hope you having a good week. Weather here a bit pants but we are having a few day trips out so still enjoyable "<br />
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That sentence is apparently the worst text I could have sent. Want to know why? Here you go :<br />
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A few days previous he had text to say it was difficult to text as he was helping out an ex for a few days with babysitting duties.(not his child, not a long term relationship) He was staying there (alarm bell !!) and would be home again at the weekend. He suggested I text on the Saturday saying "Boo"<br />
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I sent the fated text on the Thursday afternoon. Now according to him that means I am totally incapable of following orders. That it meant he couldn't relax for fear of the phone going off.<br />
My response "Oh sorry I didn't realise I had to act as if you were married "!!!!!<br />
Seriously how on earth do I meet them ! A text as innocent as that to someone who is helping an ex out whilst she is working ( sent during work hours when my brain figured she wouldn't be around) then meant I wasn't trustworthy or worth the energy.<br />
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Help us all- the loony daters are escaping from the internet and flooding the real world !!<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-17652579820955943012014-07-18T13:08:00.002+01:002014-07-18T13:08:29.485+01:00What is love ?<br />
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That's a big question to ponder.<br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Love</b></span> is everything to some and a world of hurt to others.<br />
It means different things to different people. In fact it even has different feelings for each person. Say for instance I could say I love my (currently imagined) fella, but it has a different meaning to telling my daughter that I love her.<br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Love</b></span> is subjective.<br />
I love ice cream, but I wouldn't say I am in love with ice cream. Its not as if I want to marry it and set up home with it. Although a lifetime with ice cream would be a happy existence- all be it a bit fattening!<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Love</span></b> is fickle.<br />
Growing up you obsessed over the stars of the day- but now do you still dream of a life with them ? Your first childhood crush- do you still feel the same about them as you did when you were 7 or 8 years old ? You love some one until they break your heart. Then your emotions change. Anger and hurt take the place of the love you once felt for them.<br />
You have to fall in love and have your<span style="color: red;"><b> heart broken</b></span> to know how it really feels to be so desperate for that person. Then you mend your heart and move on to the next. Only when you really fall deeply do you know how much joy and pain love can bring. But even that feeling varies from one to the next. And how do we really know what we feel is love and not lust, or compulsion or obsession? That pain in your heart when they upset you? Is that proof of love or just pain of rejection and not getting what you want?<br />
To break someones illusion of their love for you is heart breaking in itself. As much as you may know its the right thing to do, it is impossible to explain to the one who loves you. When asked the question "But you said you loved me ? What changed or did you lie?" there is no real answer. You can only explain your feelings, however superficial they may sound.<br />
Everyone deserves and needs to feel loved on some level by someone or something. In the words of John Donne "No man is an island". At the same time no one deserves to be given false feelings or hope. Be true to yourself and those around you. Love walks hand in hand with happiness. Be free with the words "I love you" but be aware of sadness taking them away brings.<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-84186055838586489462014-04-25T14:40:00.001+01:002014-04-25T14:40:57.138+01:00Love, Lust and friendship<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8eAO1hObk5FNz9ZXOkbMNT47j60ruenaeWipk40h9YPgFrhTYAYRXH5-wHeqH2DHJ_s0_H3NbHhTCkGSmTrk5yhe4Q0LHUAfuMk16nQzwlS38p74Fpm6oTTowZurJ4ew2Jc-aw66HCwsm/s1600/match.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8eAO1hObk5FNz9ZXOkbMNT47j60ruenaeWipk40h9YPgFrhTYAYRXH5-wHeqH2DHJ_s0_H3NbHhTCkGSmTrk5yhe4Q0LHUAfuMk16nQzwlS38p74Fpm6oTTowZurJ4ew2Jc-aw66HCwsm/s1600/match.jpg" height="149" width="200" /></a>I am currently in the midst of a house move (hopefully) and whilst clearing out the cupboards I have had time to reflect on the last three years of living in my home. This is the first house myself and my daughter have lived in without the presence of a permanent male. We have had our ups and downs but we have managed with most things - even general DIY! But as much as I have embraced my own company in between the dating and short lived relationships, I know I am still looking for my match.<br />
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I have decided to start dealing with people the same way I deal with my household and personal items. At home, instead of hanging on to items that haven't seen the light of day for 6-12 months, I am ruthless and I put these items out. But with people I tend to cling on in the hope they might actually fulfill there potential purpose. This includes friends as well as potential suitors. Sometimes I am strict in my ways, for instance if a guy I am talking to starts sending me unwanted rude photos, I block them. If a guy doesn't text on a regular basis and seem keen, or they cease communication I delete their numbers after a week.<br />
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The problem comes with guys I have dated, liked and lost. I always let them come back into my life, with their empty promises of<br />
"Oh Bonnie I'm sorry , I have no excuse for not being in touch"<br />
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"I'm so stupid I have a stunning woman whom I'm crazy about and I cant get it right . I'm a twit"<br />
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I have also come to realise maybe they way we approach dating is all wrong. Not so much in how you find a potential mate, but in how you move forward. So many times we fall for someone on looks or the date itself, as opposed to the important thing- the person they are inside. Anyone can buy nice clothes, take you to fancy restaurants, wine & dine you and shower you with goods. But would you still be interested when he or she is lazing around in their shorts and t-shirt at the weekend ? Could they keep your attention by talking about their day ? Do you even notice the little things in them? Their eye colour, the way they make a joke to ease the seriousness of a subject? How they like you to stroke their back or run your fingers up their arm to comfort them?<br />
Maybe the best way is actually to be friends first. To learn about each other, what makes them tick. As opposed to how someone tries to impress you. Love is like a marathon, its not a short sprint. Burn out too quickly and once the glitter has gone, there is nothing left. Start at a steady relaxed pace, both being yourselves, and you find out if you really can make each other happy or if it is just a lustful need you want satisfied. An itch you need scratching. From now on I will be looking underneath the sugar coasting for the man I can curl up next to in my joggers and not be judged for it.<br />
If he accepts me in my dungeree shorts- hes a true keeper!<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-70920192052223674512014-04-15T12:03:00.004+01:002014-04-15T12:03:59.810+01:00Spring HornThere seems to be a broken record playing on the dating sites at the moment. Its the same old classic , titled<br />
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Is it because the weather has got warmer? Is it like the mood swings us females get? Similar to the lunar "lunatic" cycle ? where all the Werewolves and nutters come out on a full moon?<br />
I shall term this phenomenon as <span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"<b><span style="font-size: large;">spring horn</span></b>"</i></span><br />
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It begins with trading usual innocent messages, then they suggest chatting via KIK or some other instant message method. Then they decide the best way to impress you is to show you there manhood. As I have mentioned before, its not the prettiest male anatomy part and apart from at a strip show I don't think most normal women place any preference or interest to size. But these men seem to think it has special powers that will make you talk dirty to them and drop all your clothes on the floor to come see them in all their full glory!<br />
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Lads - if you want a woman like that look elsewhere ! I am not interested in how long it is measured up against your computer keyboard (Seriously I hope that man was using his own personal keyboard and not a shared work one! Or at the very least had some cleaning wipes to hand !) Maybe the world is missing the old Phone boxes. Its where you could find the business cards for women happy to take your cash to see your manhood.<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-35165585963998256972014-03-09T10:16:00.005+00:002014-03-09T10:16:48.045+00:00Stone cold sober- or notI admit chatting to someone for the first time can be nerve wracking. Its a selling game, you have to sell yourself, all your good points and cover over the cracks. Meeting in person can be an exciting nervous feeling- if you are at all interested in some one. I have found myself with butterflies in my stomach, or an attack of the giggles or frozen smile on more than one occasion. Those I class as good dates. <br />
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As we all know first impressions count. In truth with internet dating you only message someone if you find them attractive, and secondly if they seem genuinely to have something interesting to say. Sometimes after a few messages or days the chat vanishes and we loose interest or move on to someone else. I never take this personally. Its just run its natural course of events. I'm sure I have done that to a few guys too. The spark has to be there, and if the match burns out you cant re light it (bit like ex's really- maybe I should start thinking that simply when it comes to them !) There are also some massive easy do and don'ts when actually chatting to someone for the first time. Basics we all should know.<br />
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2. Pay attention. - so you don't ask the same thing over and over again<br />
3. Be up beat and happy- don't talk about ex's or how tough life is for you at the moment.<br />
4. Don't communicate when drunk or under the influence of drugs.<br />
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Started chatting to a guy who looked pleasing to the eye. He had messaged me first so I thought Id see what he had to say. We exchanged a few simple joking light hearted messages on the dating site and then said I seemed fun and down to earth could he call me . Well I was bored at home so I gave him my number.<br />
He called straight away. He seemed a bit nervous and kept laughing in middle of sentences. He didn't seem to have much of any substance to say and kept saying "yeah girl, yeah girl". The topic changed to the fact I had just had my bag stolen from my car and how when it was found all that was missing was £20. My phone, ipod, credit cards etc were all still there. I said I had a feeling I knew who did it and that she probably used my money to feed her weed habit. He replied "yeah babes well I have to admit I had a joint before I called you"<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-13324827400246816052014-02-21T11:57:00.001+00:002014-02-21T11:57:47.682+00:00The difference between Women & MenAs time goes on and we all grow older (some of us less gracefully than others) it has struck me how men and women change their dating behavior. I'm not being mean but its always been an unwritten rule that women think and men just do. But the tide is changing. Women have become more empowered as the years have gone on. The times are long gone where a woman with stay in an unhappy relationship because they were worried they couldn't survive- physically, mentally and financially. But now we are starting to realise we can change a light bulb and fend for ourselves and are finding the power to take back control of the Television remote !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So what does this mean in the world of dating? Well it seems to mean that women are more determined to get what they want and from who they want when they want it. All power to the female revolution ! Go girls ! Go out there and grab life by the balls so to speak. Don't get walked over by men and bow down to their every command. If you don't want to watch football on a Sunday as there is a film on or you want to go out for a romantic woodland walk- tell him. If you don't like the way he picks his nose- tell him. We have the confidence to know that if he wants to be with us he will be, and if he doesn't like what we say he's not worthy of your attention or love. That doesn't mean to say I'm suggesting we pick faults all the time, none of us are perfect we all have flaws in our nature and behaviour. </div>
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Whoa !!! Hold up there ! Men are not supposed to think with their brains- they tend to lead with their lower body region! Women for years have wired their actions into this belief. If a woman wanted a man to do anything- they used their bodies power of persuasion to get what they want. Now it appears we have to start acting differently. Women can spend ages analysing a single text message- 'what does this mean,what are they trying to say' and now we have to try and think two steps ahead of a man (lets face it we are always one step ahead anyway!). The most common sentence I have started to hear is "I've been thinking" and from the mouth of a man that's a pretty scary concept!</div>
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-58168677233963298352014-02-06T20:45:00.001+00:002014-02-06T20:45:04.522+00:00School boy error I've mentioned the pit falls of photos on profiles before. Unfortunately as its the first part of your on line dating profile anyone takes notice of (closely followed by where you live, age and job title !) you have to make sure you sell yourself well.<br />
My current profile photo is a bit risque, not rude but just attention grabbing. So far it hasn't changed the amount or type of attention I get in a negative way so that's all good. If you got it flaunt it is always a good motto to have !<br />
So as a seasoned pro dater I stumbled across a school boy error made by someone on their profile photos.<br />
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So what did he do wrong I hear you ask. Well a couple of his photos he had snatched off of his Facebook page, and off someone else's page. How do I know this? Well because at the bottom of the photo was the name of the page owner. His name and in the other one a girls name.<br />
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Well for a guy who claims to be single his Cover picture on Facebook is of him and this lady cuddled together ! From a quick scope of his page it appears she lives/works away in another part of the country and he's travelling back and forth to see her .<br />
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So Dr Watson we can deduce that whilst the cats away the mouse will play !<br />
When I mentioned this to someone today he said "Yeah well I did something similar when I was in my early twenties " That's the point- in your early twenties we all do things along these lines. But in your late thirties early forties (I hate to admit I am now in that category !) surely we have found our morals and shouldn't be hurting people.<br />
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Who am I to judge? As to be fair I suppose I was snooping onto his private facebook page. So long as he doesn't contact me its no skin off my nose . Just feel sorry for the females involved.Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-25909401606468633842014-02-02T22:12:00.001+00:002014-02-02T22:12:30.431+00:00How long have you been on the shelf ?The other day in conversation someone bought up the fact that four years on from the break up of their marriage they couldn't believe they weren't settled down again .<br />
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Until I sat back and thought about it.<br />
Seriously my marriage broke up 14 Years ago. In the last 14 Years what on earth has happened to me in affairs of the heart? Actually that should read what on earth hasn't happened to me !?<br />
I've been there done that on most things (do not read that statement as an admission to being a loose woman so to speak !) I have found myself dating, living with partners,being cheated on,dating, breaking up, dating, lied to, dating again, etc etc. And still I'm not in a long term committed relationship.<br />
Jesus have I got slightly depressed with that thought ! (Thank you to the person who mentioned it- I will punch you next time I see you!)<br />
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I had never really looked back on my life that way. I have always been in every situation and relationship and hoped that "this is my fairy tale ending" (finally). But for whatever reason it is yet to happen.<br />
Maybe I am on that road to that ending, maybe this blog is the path I have to travel . The bonus of writing is I can look back and laugh or weep as the case may be, as to how I have come so far. How I have evolved, discovered myself and what I want in life.<br />
And yes after 14 years I do want to settle down. I haven't given up hope of that happy ending. I want to be with someone who loves me But I don't want a boring life. I want to wake up and go on mini adventures, days out, sit and laugh with my other half, and grow old disgracefully. Most of all I want someone who is next to me every step of the journey. Some one who in the words of Katie Perry "I will love unconditionally." Some one whose soul matches mine and whose eyes I can stare into and feel loved and wanted.<br />
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-66857260047233843492014-01-21T20:58:00.003+00:002014-01-21T20:58:47.723+00:00Well that serves me right !There was I gushing about how great my life was, how I had met a great man and things were looking up !<br />
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So here I am, in the week before my 40th birthday, and I'm single again !<br />
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But like all good Tiggers I will come back bouncing higher than before. Besides this is my 40th birthday year, gives me a valid excuse to behave like an idiot all year !<br />
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So here we go again on the dating carousel. Where it stops nobody knows. I am sure along the way I will meet some amazing ,mad, nutty , stupid, single minded idiots, but thats part of the fun !<br />
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Oh look, it didn't take long- already had one ask to take me down the marshes !<br />
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But this time it looks like I may have struck a good one. After years of Fishing, I have found a good one I don't want to put back into the pond. We have spent the last 6 months getting to know one another and each others families etc. He has even put up with some horrendous behaviour from my once adorable teenage daughter who has become the teenager from hell in recent months. In the words of my mother -" shes only giving you the same abuse you gave me ". I have to disagree on this. I <b><i>may</i></b> have been a bit of a cow, but never to this level! One day I will write it all down and hopefully she will look back and think- "Oh my poor mum, what did I put her through."</div>
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I promise I will write some more about previous exploits (as I know it doesn't offend my man, he finds it all interesting and has the opinion that the past is the past.) I have discovered I have matured and I am no longer the worrying woman as I don't get jealous of him meeting up for coffee with other female friends. He alike doesn't mind me chatting to my male mates. We both trust each other and know we would be stupid to do anything to jeopardize what we have found with each other. He can also be thanked for calming me down and helping me realise that age old saying "Its not life threatening so don't panic"</div>
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-75117316795606240312013-05-29T09:38:00.001+01:002013-05-29T09:38:26.531+01:00Serious side to Bonnie.Its been a while since my last blog. That's not to say life hasn't been interesting believe me ! But sometimes even this blogger wants to keep things private and not tell the world every detail of her life. But who knows maybe some time in the future I will share all with the world! I have to be careful as my parents read this !<br />
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Blogging about my dating life has certainly raised a smile on some peoples faces, and has helped me understand more about me, men and relationships. Its been fun looking back at some of the incidences and I am always conscious not to tarnish every man with the same brush. Because as you speak to more guys you realise some women out there are just as bad!<br />
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But then this blog can cause a few raised eyebrows. I don't tend to tell every guy I speak to that I write about my dating life. Some guys get scared off, but to be fair no one gets named (no law suits here!) and they only need to worry about being named and shamed so to speak if they do anything seriously out of line, or ridiculous! Although sometimes it worries me that ex boyfriends from my distant past will read this blog, recognise themselves and not be too happy about it being read by strangers ! Oh well ho hum - a woman scorned and all that!<br />
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But it is nice when I meet a new "match" to be able to come clean and let him appreciate my ramblings. Its great meeting someone with an open mind and who accepts that we all have a past, checkered or murky or squeaky vanilla clean.<br />
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That's what makes us who we are now. We have all been molded, influenced and affected by even the smallest of details from life in general not just relationships. From parents to friends, we take on board everybody's actions and reactions to whats acceptable behaviour and what is not. I find myself ever aware now that as my daughter is approaching the age of 16 that life begins to change and pressures from peers can influence every decision she makes, good or bad. I hope that she feels able to talk to me about any issue or queries she has. I have always been open and honest with her and try not to preach too much on what is right and wrong in relationships. She has to find her own way and make her own mistakes to learn from. My own mothers statement of <i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"shes only doing what you did at that age"</span></i> will no doubt come back to haunt me ! I'm sure at some stage I will be repeating another one of my mums legendary comments to my own daughter <i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I'd rather know where you are then discover you been with a boy in a bush somewhere"</span></i><br />
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A friend I know had a discussion with a boy she knew. He had met a new girl and things were rather serious. He mentioned she was a vegetarian and he was a bit put out by this. When asked why he replied "well she wont give me a blow job as she says no meat will ever pass into her mouth"<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">Hi how are you?</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">yea your sexy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">thank you</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">hav u got sexy feet hun x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">I hate my feet ! Is that your
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">i like them do u paint them hun x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">I paint my toe nails not my feet !</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">yea what colour hun x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">strange boy!</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">well what colour hun x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">so the first thing you ask me is do I
have sexy feet? then you want to know what colour I paint my toe nails?! Well I
change colours every week or so.</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">really do they look sexy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">yes</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">mmmm i love to see them lol x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">Well I'm afraid you wont! I'd rather
someone meet me for me not my toes!</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">lol i would its just i like to taste
them x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">omg .your not kidding though are you?</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">yea lol<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">do u like foot massage<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">didn't you read, I don't like my feet</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">my computer aint working rite<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">i cant see pphoto<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">well I cant help you there</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">tell me what u look like hun x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">you can see the photos</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">its playing up<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">well you will have to wait until it
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">can i ask u things without u getting
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">what are you planning on asking? I'm
not talking dirty to you, or showing you photos of my toes or any other part of
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">ok hav u got sex toys hun x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">READ WHAT I WROTE!!!!!!</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">oh ok sorry x<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red;">i will not talk dirty to you</span><span style="color: #00a1c6;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana;">what size feet are u</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; line-height: 13.5pt;">why?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #61b20f; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 13.5pt;">so i get a picture iof your toes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Creepy</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 13.5pt;"> !</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 13.5pt;">Okay maybe I should have just stopped responding after the question about my feet but I was interested to know how stupid this man child was going to be! Apart from the spelling errors did he really think a grown woman was going to appreciate having questions directed at her feet ?! And then to ignore the </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">sentence</span><span style="line-height: 13.5pt;"> <span style="color: red;">" I'm not talking dirty to you"</span> and to carry on is just plan idiotic ! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">The thing is I get drawn into the conversation and do my best to turn it round on them to make them look stupid, or to just return fire with similar sex object stereotypical questions for the fun of it. But its a waste of my time, as these guys pea sized brains are clearly in their tiny tidy whities !</span></span></div>
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Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-11270472463873333752013-03-22T11:45:00.003+00:002013-03-22T11:47:19.642+00:00A text of two sides<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fl0cCNTJ5_kpyFo5OG6owUlCcBVRNaoAUnezXDlwijCobm7dX8i6vwo4KiTdCyka2Fjf6fzJ1Po38WXIXA3r3WF2sbW2Edw1y5mDvbd-UBF1EVpN7XR3h1_j5g9Mmkg8dKyrzYKEwCeO/s1600/phone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fl0cCNTJ5_kpyFo5OG6owUlCcBVRNaoAUnezXDlwijCobm7dX8i6vwo4KiTdCyka2Fjf6fzJ1Po38WXIXA3r3WF2sbW2Edw1y5mDvbd-UBF1EVpN7XR3h1_j5g9Mmkg8dKyrzYKEwCeO/s200/phone.jpg" width="136" /></a>Every story has two sides. So lets look at this following scenario from both points of view.<br />
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Boy and girl meet on line.<br />
Both communicate pretty consistent and rapidly with each other.<br />
Mobile numbers are exchanged and the texts continue at a pace.<br />
First date arranged. Meal and drinks.Lovely time had by all . Texts continue and second date mutually agreed for two days later.<br />
Second date again was another roaring success. All parties happy and smiling.<br />
Third date set. Day of the date communication seems to slow down, but is accepted as both are working and its not possible to text constantly.At the last moment a work commitment pops up a few hours before hand on the part of the male and the date is cancelled. Accepted as unavoidable and they chat on the phone that night instead.<br />
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Third date is arranged for the next available slot after work and children weekend commitments.<br />
Two days after the third date is initially canceled communication seems to dry up completely late afternoon.<br />
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Is history repeating itself, has this date lost interest?<br />
Did I do something wrong?<br />
Has he met some one else?<br />
Or maybe hes ill?<br />
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Her emotions start to rule her head, she starts to wind her self up over it. And then does the inevitable text<br />
"Is everything okay? Starting to get paranoid"<br />
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Response comes back from male<br />
" Im with a client babe, will call you later"<br />
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Female feels stupid. Apologises.<br />
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Male texts a few hours later saying when he receives messages like that of paranoia it scares him.<br />
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Female tries to explain how female brain works but cant without sounding desperate and more paranoid so just says shes not normally like that (which is the truth, but as she actually likes this guy shes more alert for changes in behavior and doesn't want to get hurt although she wont tell him that, yet!)<br />
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And then female realises shes not completely at fault. Male should have just text saying he was busy all those hours before. A text only takes a few seconds. As far as female was concerned he had nothing to do after work and how was she to know he was with a client? Shes not a mind reader?! But for her own good decides not to bring this to males attention.<br />
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<br />Bonbonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00104213839173796290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388788591725652678.post-67029017287357667642013-02-24T20:38:00.000+00:002013-02-24T20:38:15.159+00:00Ghosts from the pastEvery now and again a face from my past will pop up again. Some welcome, some not. Some have honest motives , others try to be clever and devious.<br />
I am always happy to hear from people I have met or dated before.Well most of them anyway ! I am friends with a lot of guys I have met either from on line dating or from college, work, school, etc. Its good to catch up, share stories, a few drinks whatever.<br />
But occasionally someone tries to creep back in with less than honest reason too. What makes these guys worse is the fact they blatantly lie about what the real reason is for them wanting to see me again.<br />
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Lets get this straight guys- <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">"I am not stupid !! "</span></b><br />
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I may be forgiving, understanding and willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt, but I am not here just for your urges ! I am not here to scratch an itch for you so to speak.<br />
For instance, one such guy , who I had on previous occasion (sorry occasions !) forgiven for disappearing without a trace got back in touch out of the blue. This is how the messages went:<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">still think about u baby! I had to tell u that x</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Fancy a coffee n chat later?</span><br />
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.<span style="color: red;"> What you been up to?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Not much really had the kids for half term just on way back now</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">U up for a coffee then? X</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I dont know. had a late night last night. I get the feeling you just want somewhere warm to go!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I have somewhere warm to go babe just an idea that's all can do it another time if u prefer? X</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">So where did you disappear to last time you ceased contact?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I've been over (insert name of his exs home town)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">all that time??</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Jan n feb</span> </div>
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<span style="color: red;">Another go at it with the ex then?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">No we just kept it as easy as we could for the kids x (the fact that most of his kids live with his first ex elsewhere seems to have escaped him!)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">So you stopped all contact with me overnight no explanation?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I never meant it to turn out the way it did I just had to sort my head out and felt that was the only way x</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Fair enough. You can explain it all when I see you</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Are u feeling the need to slap me? X</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Don't know if I want to slap you</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Ok should I be worried then lol x</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">I'm not violent person. My problem is I'm too trusting and forgiving</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Is 8ish ok to come over? Can I push it and have a shower at yrs? Maybe even a bed for the night;) or am I really pushing it now? X</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Your not staying. Sorry but no</span>.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Ok look maybe I shouldn't of contacted you again sorry Bon take care babe x</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">You are more Than welcome round for a chat but after you dropped me like a tonne of bricks last time I'm not jumping into bed with you the first time I see you. Surely u can understand that?</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">(silence)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Or were you just after a bed?</span></div>
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(<span style="color: blue;">silence)</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">hello ?</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">there was me thinking you actually wanted to see me !</span></div>
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What an idiot ! He was obviously at a loose end and wanted some action. The minute he realises he isn't getting anything apart from a coffee he disappears into the sunset again. Well good riddance to bad rubbish. </div>
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If guys were just honest then life would be so much easier. But then who wants boring anyway?? Give me a man with some mystery any day. </div>
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