Hell! who would have thought that dating was so political? I mean, what ever happened to boy meets girl, boy kisses girl, girl falls in love with boy, boy marries girl, and happily ever after?
Did that ever really exist?
Well I crapped all over 1 marriage, and my ex partner shit all over our long term relationship...
strike 2!
I don't have too many problems dating. I can safely say I have never really gone without male company for longer than 2 weeks, since the end of my marriage... I am a woman, an average looking chick that just happens to have a healthy dose of sex appeal. And to be perfectly honest, it doesn't take all that much effort to seduce a man. really, I liken it to a dime a dozen!
But what happens when you wade through your share of bastards, players and pigs and you come across a nice guy??
The nice guy scares the shit outta me! He showers me in compliments to the point of being ridiculous. He wants to spend all his time with me, even taking days off work to lounge languidly in the boudoir with moi. Sweetness, sugary and syrupy, treacle oozing loveliness, nothing is too much bother, absolutely amazing...
Well, whats the fucking problem??
Could it be that he is not a bastardy playing pig? He surely isn't Mr Right, but perhaps Mr Right Now...
I really want to love him. I do, I really do. but I cant. Those cuddles of affection seem almost like chains of bondage, and his casual questions about my day are like the Spanish Inquisition! I feel like I am suffocating in a Dorris Day matinee...
Fickle-thy name is woman...stupid woman!!!
STRIKE 3 AND OUT!
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