I am quite light
Stiggers is quite heavy
Together we are Quitesomething
Quitesomething who doesn't smoke!
We need to adjust a little
Stiggers is keeping me awake telling me what to write, editing stuff
So I'm enforcing a break
I'm not going to miss you this time stiggers
Cos I'm taking you with me!
Together in my electric Dreams!
Human leagues
I must contact now
but in my own time ok?
(With thanks to Phil Oakey)
Showing posts with label Online Dating. Show all posts
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Monday, 31 January 2011
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Haikus
Haikus are superb
when you can't articulate
all you want to say
Have I told you this?
Forgetful my brain can be
oh I don't care though!
Funny isn't it
A man I never dated
started me on them!
when you can't articulate
all you want to say
Have I told you this?
Forgetful my brain can be
oh I don't care though!
Funny isn't it
A man I never dated
started me on them!
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Just The Tonic!
First time I went to a comedy gig on my own! It was great! You know when jokes come and you laugh inspite of yourself? That was me! I can't remember their names unfortunately, but the headliner, Geoff Innocent (?), hilarious! He looked like an East End gang leader but wearing a bright African tunic. Said he was an "ethical" comic and said he wasn't a hypocrite because he 'offsets ethical decisions'. His Caterpillar boots, he said, was made by the same company that also make bulldozers to occupy Palestinian territories. His ethical offset was to "give the Israeli's a good kicking". Free range chickens, free to roam by some but at M&S given c-sections if they don't want to lay eggs. Oh I'll wreck it if I write any more!
But, right, what I didn't mention yesterday is that I was meant to go on a date with MakeHay! Remember him? No, I barely do after falling asleep on him the last time we went out. He's got some kind of man flu and bailed on me.
To those who are fearful of doing things, or going places on their own. Don't be!! If I was like that, I'd miss out on so much!
But, right, what I didn't mention yesterday is that I was meant to go on a date with MakeHay! Remember him? No, I barely do after falling asleep on him the last time we went out. He's got some kind of man flu and bailed on me.
To those who are fearful of doing things, or going places on their own. Don't be!! If I was like that, I'd miss out on so much!
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Me, Myself and I!
I have to introduce you to QuiteSomething because her time in the online dating world is over.
I've bought her here because I don't want to kill her off.
Stigmum and QuiteSomething are not so different.
The State is Stigmum's symbolic husband.
The State is QuiteSomething's symbolic boyfriend.
Neither wants to see the eradication of the State. Stigmum needs it and QuiteSomething knows that many, many other people do too. It's very supportive to individuals when times get very hard. It's also very supportive of people who are better off offering free health care and education to all even the super rich.
Some people want to abolish the State. Stigmum and QuiteSomething cannot understand how they, these people, cannot understand the importance of it.
Conflict exists between these two though.
QuiteSomething likes what she does for the council.
Stigmum hates what the council is doing to her.
Stigmum won't write about what work QuiteSomething does because she doesn't want to scupper QuiteSomething's chances for employment in the future. QuiteSomething has to be trusted particularly if she is witness to sensitive information in the arena of children; where she is currently working.
Stigmum does use what QuiteSomething learns. Every Child Matters? Even then Stigmum doesn't talk about other children, only her own, only herself.
In the online dating world QuiteSomething rarely told people she and her son were statutory homeless and being evicted. She was light and fun and concealed what hurt her. She concealed that the State was her symbolic boyfriend too until she met men with open minds and she met quite a few of those, which is a relief!
If QuiteSomething wanted to talk about herself she could but I can't be a conduit for both of them. Not in blogland. I'm too busy!
I'm glad I've bought her here. I am a one woman army but I can't go through all this eviction bollocks on my own.
Stiggers, QuiteSomething and I want to leave this post with a song!
We are family!
Stigmum, QuiteSomething and me!
We are family
La la la la la la la la! (Sister Sledge featuring the Sisters!)
I've bought her here because I don't want to kill her off.
Stigmum and QuiteSomething are not so different.
The State is Stigmum's symbolic husband.
The State is QuiteSomething's symbolic boyfriend.
Neither wants to see the eradication of the State. Stigmum needs it and QuiteSomething knows that many, many other people do too. It's very supportive to individuals when times get very hard. It's also very supportive of people who are better off offering free health care and education to all even the super rich.
Some people want to abolish the State. Stigmum and QuiteSomething cannot understand how they, these people, cannot understand the importance of it.
Conflict exists between these two though.
QuiteSomething likes what she does for the council.
Stigmum hates what the council is doing to her.
Stigmum won't write about what work QuiteSomething does because she doesn't want to scupper QuiteSomething's chances for employment in the future. QuiteSomething has to be trusted particularly if she is witness to sensitive information in the arena of children; where she is currently working.
Stigmum does use what QuiteSomething learns. Every Child Matters? Even then Stigmum doesn't talk about other children, only her own, only herself.
In the online dating world QuiteSomething rarely told people she and her son were statutory homeless and being evicted. She was light and fun and concealed what hurt her. She concealed that the State was her symbolic boyfriend too until she met men with open minds and she met quite a few of those, which is a relief!
If QuiteSomething wanted to talk about herself she could but I can't be a conduit for both of them. Not in blogland. I'm too busy!
I'm glad I've bought her here. I am a one woman army but I can't go through all this eviction bollocks on my own.
Stiggers, QuiteSomething and I want to leave this post with a song!
We are family!
Stigmum, QuiteSomething and me!
We are family
La la la la la la la la! (Sister Sledge featuring the Sisters!)
I am QuiteSomething!
Popped into the online dating world this morning to delete my profile. Interesting when I went in. 93 men had viewed my profile and not one had sent me an email! Not one!
This was my profile set next to quite a nice picture of me:
Why should you get to know QuiteSomething?
You might like to get to know me because I am 200 years old! I've been asleep for 100 years and I'm just waking up. Oh what happy dawn!
I'm quite beautiful, I'm quite brave, I'm quite barmy, I'm quite balmy, a true confectionary of quites! Quite Something you could say...
I'm not here for long, just long enough to launch myself out into this new decade! Will we meet here or elsewhere? Who knows!
She describes her ideal match thus:
My Knight in No Armour is my age or thereabouts and is laid back, confident and ready for all kinds of adventure with me! One day when I hope to reach 70 I want to be a 1000 year old relic still playing, having fun and chatting and laughing with this fellow soul about life's idiosyncracies. I'm no Princess, oh no, I'm much more than that. Nor am I for the faint hearted, for I don't have a feigned heart.
Time hopes to hide me!
Oh how will my Knight find me?
How will I find my Knight?
We who look upon one another and have our desires fed forever
You exist on the same soil as me...
Stuff of fairy tales perhaps..
They could read I was British and female, small, slim, "very" attractive and single. They knew I had children living with me, "maybe" would have more. I eat "most things", drink and smoke occasionally (I smoke everyday but not in chains). I'm a postgrad who can speak french, I'm spiritual but not religious.
Gracious, I said that I read books, magazines and newspapers, hinted at my interests in music and film. I said I like sport and animals and I'd love to go backpacking round the globe when I retire.
What's not to like in all that?!
I told them I was leaving, grab your chance!
Ninety three men and not one!
Their loss and my lucky escape I think!
It's time to leave, I've been there too long. Quite fussy? You have to be quite frankly!
Fresh pastures call to me! I'm going to see if the grass is greener in the world that I live in!
Cheerio!
This was my profile set next to quite a nice picture of me:
Why should you get to know QuiteSomething?
You might like to get to know me because I am 200 years old! I've been asleep for 100 years and I'm just waking up. Oh what happy dawn!
I'm quite beautiful, I'm quite brave, I'm quite barmy, I'm quite balmy, a true confectionary of quites! Quite Something you could say...
I'm not here for long, just long enough to launch myself out into this new decade! Will we meet here or elsewhere? Who knows!
She describes her ideal match thus:
My Knight in No Armour is my age or thereabouts and is laid back, confident and ready for all kinds of adventure with me! One day when I hope to reach 70 I want to be a 1000 year old relic still playing, having fun and chatting and laughing with this fellow soul about life's idiosyncracies. I'm no Princess, oh no, I'm much more than that. Nor am I for the faint hearted, for I don't have a feigned heart.
Time hopes to hide me!
Oh how will my Knight find me?
How will I find my Knight?
We who look upon one another and have our desires fed forever
You exist on the same soil as me...
Stuff of fairy tales perhaps..
They could read I was British and female, small, slim, "very" attractive and single. They knew I had children living with me, "maybe" would have more. I eat "most things", drink and smoke occasionally (I smoke everyday but not in chains). I'm a postgrad who can speak french, I'm spiritual but not religious.
Gracious, I said that I read books, magazines and newspapers, hinted at my interests in music and film. I said I like sport and animals and I'd love to go backpacking round the globe when I retire.
What's not to like in all that?!
I told them I was leaving, grab your chance!
Ninety three men and not one!
Their loss and my lucky escape I think!
It's time to leave, I've been there too long. Quite fussy? You have to be quite frankly!
Fresh pastures call to me! I'm going to see if the grass is greener in the world that I live in!
Cheerio!
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
You can tell alot from somebody on the 2nd date....
The first time I met MakeHay was the eve of St Valentine's.
We had dinner, we went dancing, we stopped at Bar Italia for a coffee afterwards. It was a great night!
The second time I met MakeHay was a couple of weeks ago.
He took me to a very noisy film and I erm, fell asleep!
Apparently I snore...
Oh hit me with your rhythm stick, go on hit me, hit me (that's you Ian Dury by the way)
We had dinner, we went dancing, we stopped at Bar Italia for a coffee afterwards. It was a great night!
The second time I met MakeHay was a couple of weeks ago.
He took me to a very noisy film and I erm, fell asleep!
Apparently I snore...
Oh hit me with your rhythm stick, go on hit me, hit me (that's you Ian Dury by the way)
No Paddy on St Patricks Day
I met old, yes old, Paddy outside Sainsbury's and we went to Quinn's for an Irish pint (although I had a Czech bottle)
"Really, can't you remember me?" he said.
"No, sorry, I was with friends that night, not looking for anyone or anything. I don't know even why I'd give you my number. Are you sure we were outside?"
"Yes, I told you I'd remember it and well, women always give the wrong number and I thought you would have done."
The penny then dropped for me. I didn't have thick beer goggles on that night outside the Jam House but I did have thick assumption layers on. He'd said he'd remember my number and well, I didn't believe him so gave it.
My landline, not my mobile. He's been calling me during the day. I've been in every time.
He was a friendly guy, very honest. We chatted about travelling mostly. He cut a lonesome figure though. My friend is Nico Teen, his is Al Cohol.
A match made in heaven you might think.
I did fancy another beer but I didn't fancy him so I came home.
What can I say? Not the craic I hoped it would be? boom boom...
"Really, can't you remember me?" he said.
"No, sorry, I was with friends that night, not looking for anyone or anything. I don't know even why I'd give you my number. Are you sure we were outside?"
"Yes, I told you I'd remember it and well, women always give the wrong number and I thought you would have done."
The penny then dropped for me. I didn't have thick beer goggles on that night outside the Jam House but I did have thick assumption layers on. He'd said he'd remember my number and well, I didn't believe him so gave it.
My landline, not my mobile. He's been calling me during the day. I've been in every time.
He was a friendly guy, very honest. We chatted about travelling mostly. He cut a lonesome figure though. My friend is Nico Teen, his is Al Cohol.
A match made in heaven you might think.
I did fancy another beer but I didn't fancy him so I came home.
What can I say? Not the craic I hoped it would be? boom boom...
The Blind Date
In a couple of hours I'm going to meet a man for a St Patrick's Day drink.
I met him outside the Jam House in Edinburgh a couple of weeks ago. It would seem I wrote my telephone number on the back of his tourist map.
Yesterday, when he called to arrange our date I had to be honest and tell him I had no idea what he looked like!
You see, I don't remember meeting him!
I wasn't drunk that night, I was happily dancing to 70's hits with Scotland's Only Son.
What I do remember about the end of the evening was My Mate Charlie asking a group of girls if they knew who Scotland's Only Son was.
"Is he a footballer? Is he a footballer?" they shrieked.
They lost interest and walked away when they found out he wasn't.
That is what I remember from my moments outside the Jam House.
I am now hoping that if I was wearing super strength beer goggles at the time after all, my date turns out to be a nice guy.
If I do mention him again, I'll call him Paddy.
I wish you all a very happy St Patrick's Day!
(Question to self. Should you go on a date if you are not currently on the market for a boyfriend?)
I met him outside the Jam House in Edinburgh a couple of weeks ago. It would seem I wrote my telephone number on the back of his tourist map.
Yesterday, when he called to arrange our date I had to be honest and tell him I had no idea what he looked like!
You see, I don't remember meeting him!
I wasn't drunk that night, I was happily dancing to 70's hits with Scotland's Only Son.
What I do remember about the end of the evening was My Mate Charlie asking a group of girls if they knew who Scotland's Only Son was.
"Is he a footballer? Is he a footballer?" they shrieked.
They lost interest and walked away when they found out he wasn't.
That is what I remember from my moments outside the Jam House.
I am now hoping that if I was wearing super strength beer goggles at the time after all, my date turns out to be a nice guy.
If I do mention him again, I'll call him Paddy.
I wish you all a very happy St Patrick's Day!
(Question to self. Should you go on a date if you are not currently on the market for a boyfriend?)
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Big Brother
"You have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation. You have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation. You have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation. Stigmum, you have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation. You have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation. You have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation. You have been evicted, please leave Big Brother's temporary accommodation.
I couldn't punch it out of my head during Bootcamp.
It came to me last night as I was thinking of changing my online dating profile. "You wanna know about me?"
I might still do it, the sub runs out tomorrow, only I can't think what to put under "Ideal Man"
It's a mad thing to do but I am mad.
Mad angry you understand, not mad delusional.
I couldn't punch it out of my head during Bootcamp.
It came to me last night as I was thinking of changing my online dating profile. "You wanna know about me?"
I might still do it, the sub runs out tomorrow, only I can't think what to put under "Ideal Man"
It's a mad thing to do but I am mad.
Mad angry you understand, not mad delusional.
Monday, 8 February 2010
The final countdown...!
Oh me goodness!! Email from the dating site saying it's amended my profile, saying I'd broken the rules!!
Friday night, bored, I'd gone in to change my profile. Having no luck you see, none! You know me and my songs, I wrote it was 'the final countdown', I only had a week left.
Earlier, as a break from tidying up, I went in, saw that out of 44 men viewing only 2 got in touch, so changed it again saying I only had 4 or 5 days left, "can't even keep count when I'm counting!", leaving of course "the final countdown" reference.
That is what's been edited out!! Ah ha ha ha!
So I've gone in and made a proper sentence out of the following paragraph so it now reads like this:
May have to change the whole 'ideal' (*because time's running out for me on here and my Knight hasn't yet shown up (oh you make me laugh you viewers... what puts you off? The sprog?!)) but like the one I've written
* is the new insertion
Can't say my lack of luck has depressed me. I don't have time for it! Not to seek nor to be found.
I'm in midst of housing battle!
I still haven't sufficiently tidied up for my three possibly four male visitors tomorrow!
No date for Valentine's?
Who cares?! I never do! And besides, I'd want to be going out with someone for at least a few months before valentines day/night. I mean, you can't have a blind date of utter disappointment on a day like that now can you?
Right, back to the whole tidying impossibility. Was very glad to read Rosie's blog earlier. I'm not the only mother drowning in kids stuff. I don't know yet though if I'm the only mother who can't bear to chuck any of it away.
Oh to have a big house.....
Friday night, bored, I'd gone in to change my profile. Having no luck you see, none! You know me and my songs, I wrote it was 'the final countdown', I only had a week left.
Earlier, as a break from tidying up, I went in, saw that out of 44 men viewing only 2 got in touch, so changed it again saying I only had 4 or 5 days left, "can't even keep count when I'm counting!", leaving of course "the final countdown" reference.
That is what's been edited out!! Ah ha ha ha!
So I've gone in and made a proper sentence out of the following paragraph so it now reads like this:
May have to change the whole 'ideal' (*because time's running out for me on here and my Knight hasn't yet shown up (oh you make me laugh you viewers... what puts you off? The sprog?!)) but like the one I've written
* is the new insertion
Can't say my lack of luck has depressed me. I don't have time for it! Not to seek nor to be found.
I'm in midst of housing battle!
I still haven't sufficiently tidied up for my three possibly four male visitors tomorrow!
No date for Valentine's?
Who cares?! I never do! And besides, I'd want to be going out with someone for at least a few months before valentines day/night. I mean, you can't have a blind date of utter disappointment on a day like that now can you?
Right, back to the whole tidying impossibility. Was very glad to read Rosie's blog earlier. I'm not the only mother drowning in kids stuff. I don't know yet though if I'm the only mother who can't bear to chuck any of it away.
Oh to have a big house.....
Monday, 1 February 2010
Cluttering my mobile inbox....
After yesterday's hang up, the texts arrived from the Foca, alerted by Yoda, 'message from the dark side there is'. The argument began....I don't know, maybe you'll see why I don't want to sit and play happy families with him. He doesn't see it, that's for sure.
19:52: Please don't try to speak to me when I drop [our son] off. I will email you an answer to any questions you have - I have my blackberry with me at all times - We will be there in about 1 hour.
19:57: You're so childish 'i won't speak to you' And you're the one who wants us to sit together with [our son]. At least you've finally texted to say when he'll be back
20: 13: I am very happy for us to sit together - I think it would be good for [our son] to see us try to get along - it would mean the world to him -it is a real shame it does not suit you. At the moment I am just trying to limit the damage you might cause him whilst you struggle to treat me with any civility - for his sake best not to speak at all if all he'll see is you treat me like shit every time. happy to work out anything and everything by email though
20:21:I like how you like to blame me. Keep going, keep going. Asking you a question is not treating you like shit. Your refusal to answer however is questionable
20:45: message from the dark side there is said my phone. "OH FUCK OFF" I said out loud, but it was just my mum asking if my son had come home, which was nice. I thought there'd be no more from the foca....
20:51: I have never refused to answer a question - I do refuse to be barked at though, especially infront of our [our son] - To repeat: I will deal with anything and everything via email though
20.57: Ha ha never refused? Not last monday or friday? I don't bark. If sometimes I shout it's because you don't listen. Why are you so cold? [Our son] can see that too
20: 54: I don't blame you - you are who you are - I resign myself to dealing with you so I can be there for [our son]
21:01: You just did in your texts. Now talk to [our son] instead of texting me. He should have been home 2 hours ago. He's probably knackered.
That was it. Finished. 15 minutes later my son came home. Hug HUG HUG!!!
I knew there was little point asking the foca what time did our son last eat so I was quite happy that he did scarper and I didn't see him.
My texts, obviously, are the bold ones. It's symbolic. Some of us are afraid to be bold, or can't be, or don't know how to be; women have gone through far worse than me with men far worse than the foca.
This is all a start for me though. A girl has to start somewhere just to regain some of that value she deserves to place on herself.
I may email him our exchange so I can delete them from my phone. I don't know how the courts stand but a few years ago I was told that they'll accept emails but not text messages. I don't know if the law's changed but perhaps I should think about protecting myself, for my son's sake as well as my own.
Ironically, while this little interchange was going on, I was also sending fun, light emails back and forth to two guys on the online dating site whilst listening to the Soldiers Love Songs CD I got in the Mail on Sunday!
I certainly do need a hero, ey Bonnie?! Find me a Bridge Over Troubled Water!
19:52: Please don't try to speak to me when I drop [our son] off. I will email you an answer to any questions you have - I have my blackberry with me at all times - We will be there in about 1 hour.
19:57: You're so childish 'i won't speak to you' And you're the one who wants us to sit together with [our son]. At least you've finally texted to say when he'll be back
20: 13: I am very happy for us to sit together - I think it would be good for [our son] to see us try to get along - it would mean the world to him -it is a real shame it does not suit you. At the moment I am just trying to limit the damage you might cause him whilst you struggle to treat me with any civility - for his sake best not to speak at all if all he'll see is you treat me like shit every time. happy to work out anything and everything by email though
20:21:I like how you like to blame me. Keep going, keep going. Asking you a question is not treating you like shit. Your refusal to answer however is questionable
20:45: message from the dark side there is said my phone. "OH FUCK OFF" I said out loud, but it was just my mum asking if my son had come home, which was nice. I thought there'd be no more from the foca....
20:51: I have never refused to answer a question - I do refuse to be barked at though, especially infront of our [our son] - To repeat: I will deal with anything and everything via email though
20.57: Ha ha never refused? Not last monday or friday? I don't bark. If sometimes I shout it's because you don't listen. Why are you so cold? [Our son] can see that too
20: 54: I don't blame you - you are who you are - I resign myself to dealing with you so I can be there for [our son]
21:01: You just did in your texts. Now talk to [our son] instead of texting me. He should have been home 2 hours ago. He's probably knackered.
That was it. Finished. 15 minutes later my son came home. Hug HUG HUG!!!
I knew there was little point asking the foca what time did our son last eat so I was quite happy that he did scarper and I didn't see him.
My texts, obviously, are the bold ones. It's symbolic. Some of us are afraid to be bold, or can't be, or don't know how to be; women have gone through far worse than me with men far worse than the foca.
This is all a start for me though. A girl has to start somewhere just to regain some of that value she deserves to place on herself.
I may email him our exchange so I can delete them from my phone. I don't know how the courts stand but a few years ago I was told that they'll accept emails but not text messages. I don't know if the law's changed but perhaps I should think about protecting myself, for my son's sake as well as my own.
Ironically, while this little interchange was going on, I was also sending fun, light emails back and forth to two guys on the online dating site whilst listening to the Soldiers Love Songs CD I got in the Mail on Sunday!
I certainly do need a hero, ey Bonnie?! Find me a Bridge Over Troubled Water!
Friday, 22 January 2010
A Springtime Haiku Trio
Beautiful blossoms
in springtime they wake the eye
and then they are gone
You gawp in wonder
pink buds that soaked your senses
welcoming summer
A pretty season
if I remember it well
it has been so long
(This has made me laugh
playing with a haiku rhyme
my very first time!)
A "popular" man on the dating site wrote of his ideal woman: "I'd like to do to you what the spring does to the cherry trees" (Neruda) "... I thought I'd put down some poetry (women love that)"
I sent him a message saying:
The Spring gives us beautiful blossoms
You gawp in wonder
and then they're gone
but a beautiful start to the summer
if we get one this year that is
(and no, that's not a poem. I'm quite rubbish at writing poetry... not a reason not to try though!)
He replied saying that was like a haiku only with too many syllables.
You've given me a challenge I said, I've never written a haiku before, I'll try and write you one!
I sent my trio (written super fast so don't judge it) and do you know reader, he's not read it! No! Over a week it's been and he's visited the site every day I have!
Can't weep over a cyber petal who's not interested but given I learnt something new from our brief exchange, I thought I'd post it!
in springtime they wake the eye
and then they are gone
You gawp in wonder
pink buds that soaked your senses
welcoming summer
A pretty season
if I remember it well
it has been so long
(This has made me laugh
playing with a haiku rhyme
my very first time!)
A "popular" man on the dating site wrote of his ideal woman: "I'd like to do to you what the spring does to the cherry trees" (Neruda) "... I thought I'd put down some poetry (women love that)"
I sent him a message saying:
The Spring gives us beautiful blossoms
You gawp in wonder
and then they're gone
but a beautiful start to the summer
if we get one this year that is
(and no, that's not a poem. I'm quite rubbish at writing poetry... not a reason not to try though!)
He replied saying that was like a haiku only with too many syllables.
You've given me a challenge I said, I've never written a haiku before, I'll try and write you one!
I sent my trio (written super fast so don't judge it) and do you know reader, he's not read it! No! Over a week it's been and he's visited the site every day I have!
Can't weep over a cyber petal who's not interested but given I learnt something new from our brief exchange, I thought I'd post it!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Singles Ceilidh - a night out!
On Saturday evening I went to a singles ceilidh with Annie and her friends.
Have you ever been to a ceilidh? It's a fun, rumbunctious, footstomping fab night out.
A singles ceilidh? Surreal!
The penny dropped once we were inside. Men and women of all ages, shapes and sizes which was great as I did feel I might be too old for all this!
"Annie?" I said, as we sat in the bar sharing a bottle of wine. "Everybody here is single!"
Usually, on a night out, this is not the assumption you make. You assume that the good looking ones, at any rate, are spoken for.
"They all know that we're single too!" said Annie.
So I put the frighteners on her: "All the guys might be single dads!"
What a fun night! Unwilling to sit out on the side lines, I scanned the dancefloor for anyone to dance with. Of course, with some dances, you wind up with someone totally different at the end.
I danced with a man so strong, that when he spun me round, my feet left the floor. I found that very sexy, very sexy indeed!
Being a smoker had its advantages too! Outside I met the organisers of "Single in London". "Why are you single?!" I asked the two gentlemen. "It's a great idea to do this," I continued. "Some people might otherwise be too shy."
Two guys had come on their own. Not sure I'd be brave enough to do that!
Afterwards, me, Annie and her three friends went to The Grand Union on Camden Road. Two of the bar staff were leaving and we were invited to the lock-in party.
Crikey, how many free shots did we down?!
I crashed at Annie's house, the two of us still as single as we were at the beginning of the evening. But hey, the two of us are online dating! I was way too hungover yesterday though, to plunder the site!
What a great weekend!
Have you ever been to a ceilidh? It's a fun, rumbunctious, footstomping fab night out.
A singles ceilidh? Surreal!
The penny dropped once we were inside. Men and women of all ages, shapes and sizes which was great as I did feel I might be too old for all this!
"Annie?" I said, as we sat in the bar sharing a bottle of wine. "Everybody here is single!"
Usually, on a night out, this is not the assumption you make. You assume that the good looking ones, at any rate, are spoken for.
"They all know that we're single too!" said Annie.
So I put the frighteners on her: "All the guys might be single dads!"
What a fun night! Unwilling to sit out on the side lines, I scanned the dancefloor for anyone to dance with. Of course, with some dances, you wind up with someone totally different at the end.
I danced with a man so strong, that when he spun me round, my feet left the floor. I found that very sexy, very sexy indeed!
Being a smoker had its advantages too! Outside I met the organisers of "Single in London". "Why are you single?!" I asked the two gentlemen. "It's a great idea to do this," I continued. "Some people might otherwise be too shy."
Two guys had come on their own. Not sure I'd be brave enough to do that!
Afterwards, me, Annie and her three friends went to The Grand Union on Camden Road. Two of the bar staff were leaving and we were invited to the lock-in party.
Crikey, how many free shots did we down?!
I crashed at Annie's house, the two of us still as single as we were at the beginning of the evening. But hey, the two of us are online dating! I was way too hungover yesterday though, to plunder the site!
What a great weekend!
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Online dating when you're depressed
It is possibly not the best idea to sign to up to a dating site when one's life is a mess.
Firstly of course, you may not want a relationship. Such are the priorities in your life, you may have neither the time, nor the resources.
You may meet a person and they in turn may think you want rescuing, are too needy, and run a mile.
You may meet a person and they in turn do not mind that your life is a mess. You in turn, run a mile.
This is my experience anyway.
The first time, in 2006, I wrote "I am not looking for anyone or anything." If I can find this old profile, I'll go into 'edit' and put it all in for you.
My profiles then became more quirky. In 2007 I wrote:
Love, that many splendoured thing, has eluded me in cyberspace but it's alright for I'm happy talking, you know happy talk. However, I know that somewhere over the rainbow I have all my life to live, I have all my love to give, but what do I want, do I really really want?
Friendship and knee trembling passion. Are you man enough? Boy I'll be a woman soon.
I changed it again in 2008, I have changed it again now.
I will not transpose this profile just yet. I will see who I attract. As above, so far when I contact someone, they do not reply!
This is ok. This is the point. Many of us are frightened of a real relationship. Real relationships are hard and many of us have got hurt.
It is my last foray into online dating. I have bought myself a month's subscription. I still like to believe in fate and destiny, would you believe. I might not meet the man for me for some time.
Very little is stable in my life, you know that. I am seeking stability for my son. After this, I will seek stability for myself. Probably starting with a job, but that's different to starting with a home.
These cyber males do not know that but they will discover it. Some might stay, others will definitely go. I'll don't know what I'll do with those who wish to stay.
I do not think I will post about the dates I go on. But I will post what I get from them. I will post what I might learn.
That's the thing with online dating. It's a fantastic opportunity to learn something about yourself. It can prepare you for the risks involved of true self discovery - with someone real.
I find that quite scary. Do you find it scary too?
Firstly of course, you may not want a relationship. Such are the priorities in your life, you may have neither the time, nor the resources.
You may meet a person and they in turn may think you want rescuing, are too needy, and run a mile.
You may meet a person and they in turn do not mind that your life is a mess. You in turn, run a mile.
This is my experience anyway.
The first time, in 2006, I wrote "I am not looking for anyone or anything." If I can find this old profile, I'll go into 'edit' and put it all in for you.
My profiles then became more quirky. In 2007 I wrote:
Love, that many splendoured thing, has eluded me in cyberspace but it's alright for I'm happy talking, you know happy talk. However, I know that somewhere over the rainbow I have all my life to live, I have all my love to give, but what do I want, do I really really want?
Friendship and knee trembling passion. Are you man enough? Boy I'll be a woman soon.
I changed it again in 2008, I have changed it again now.
I will not transpose this profile just yet. I will see who I attract. As above, so far when I contact someone, they do not reply!
This is ok. This is the point. Many of us are frightened of a real relationship. Real relationships are hard and many of us have got hurt.
It is my last foray into online dating. I have bought myself a month's subscription. I still like to believe in fate and destiny, would you believe. I might not meet the man for me for some time.
Very little is stable in my life, you know that. I am seeking stability for my son. After this, I will seek stability for myself. Probably starting with a job, but that's different to starting with a home.
These cyber males do not know that but they will discover it. Some might stay, others will definitely go. I'll don't know what I'll do with those who wish to stay.
I do not think I will post about the dates I go on. But I will post what I get from them. I will post what I might learn.
That's the thing with online dating. It's a fantastic opportunity to learn something about yourself. It can prepare you for the risks involved of true self discovery - with someone real.
I find that quite scary. Do you find it scary too?
Thursday, 14 January 2010
Doing what must be done
Two things I didn't want to do this morning:
Go to Bazza's Boot Camp
Meet the Foca
I woke up with a familiar pukey pukey feeling you see. I had this Tuesday morning when I was due to meet the social worker, but I kept telling myself then, that she was affiliated to the school and the school is on my son's side.
I could just stay home, perhaps plunder the dating site (yes! I subscribed! For a month! Not best climate must be said to go lookin' for lurve but I'll post about that later)
I went to Boot Camp. It was fairly punishing (fairly!), it was a good laugh. There were plenty of mental strengthening exercises. Be it holding the pads up for an age while your partner punched them for three minutes (I visualised a jungle when I was punching but could think of nothing when holding up the pads for my partner, aaargh my arms ached), be it focussing so as not to get punched in the 'punch punch duck punch duck stand back punch' sequences (I am so unutterably crap at that)
I'm glad I went.
Now I must face the Foca. I do not want to do this, that is why I have dragged in the school. In a cafe, just the two of us, it would be a metaphorical boxing match. The horror, particularly for a pacifist like me. Because the fight is about my son, I have asked the school to act as umpire.
I'm not glad I'm going, but I am glad I set it up for my son. The sooner we clear up term time access without my having to resort to nasty things like denying access or accessing lawyers, the better.
Fuck I hate battles. I HATE them, I HATE them, I HAAAATE them.
Best breathe. Breathe Breathe Breathe....
Go to Bazza's Boot Camp
Meet the Foca
I woke up with a familiar pukey pukey feeling you see. I had this Tuesday morning when I was due to meet the social worker, but I kept telling myself then, that she was affiliated to the school and the school is on my son's side.
I could just stay home, perhaps plunder the dating site (yes! I subscribed! For a month! Not best climate must be said to go lookin' for lurve but I'll post about that later)
I went to Boot Camp. It was fairly punishing (fairly!), it was a good laugh. There were plenty of mental strengthening exercises. Be it holding the pads up for an age while your partner punched them for three minutes (I visualised a jungle when I was punching but could think of nothing when holding up the pads for my partner, aaargh my arms ached), be it focussing so as not to get punched in the 'punch punch duck punch duck stand back punch' sequences (I am so unutterably crap at that)
I'm glad I went.
Now I must face the Foca. I do not want to do this, that is why I have dragged in the school. In a cafe, just the two of us, it would be a metaphorical boxing match. The horror, particularly for a pacifist like me. Because the fight is about my son, I have asked the school to act as umpire.
I'm not glad I'm going, but I am glad I set it up for my son. The sooner we clear up term time access without my having to resort to nasty things like denying access or accessing lawyers, the better.
Fuck I hate battles. I HATE them, I HATE them, I HAAAATE them.
Best breathe. Breathe Breathe Breathe....
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Waiting for DHL
My camera is still in its DHL Express bag awaiting collection
I waited for DHL last Thursday. They didn't come.
I waited for DHL on Friday. They didn't come.
They've said they'll come today. I hope they come.
Boy's in after school club so I have five hours to play with.
What shall I do?
There is plenty to do.
Tidy up
Wash up
Do the laundry
Clear out some clutter
Buy a subscription to an online dating site
Wash up
Tidy up
Have headache
May buy subscription
They're offering a discount...
I could play with my profile
Change it
Tell my reality
Throw in a fairytale
See what I get
Launch myself into the decade
Then say bye to Cyberspace
and see who I see who sees me
here on the ground.
Hmmm, tis an idea...
I waited for DHL last Thursday. They didn't come.
I waited for DHL on Friday. They didn't come.
They've said they'll come today. I hope they come.
Boy's in after school club so I have five hours to play with.
What shall I do?
There is plenty to do.
Tidy up
Wash up
Do the laundry
Clear out some clutter
Buy a subscription to an online dating site
Wash up
Tidy up
Have headache
May buy subscription
They're offering a discount...
I could play with my profile
Change it
Tell my reality
Throw in a fairytale
See what I get
Launch myself into the decade
Then say bye to Cyberspace
and see who I see who sees me
here on the ground.
Hmmm, tis an idea...
Monday, 11 January 2010
Twin Flames
Having posted about soulmates and twin flames earlier, I popped into my inbox and there awaited a message saying I've got a 'new fan' on the dating site!
Oh yes! MakeHay! Flip that was so last year!
I popped in and he has left a message with his email, so I did think sod it and have just emailed him from my account. "I'm a banana" in the subject heading as he asked me what kind of fruit I'd choose to be (?!) "I owe you for the sub gift" in the message compartment.
Quite a selection of 'new fans' while I didn't plunder or pay attention to the site. Three have piqued my interest, all three very different to one another..
Yoda, quite short by the sounds of things but then so am I. Seems fairly eccentric which made me smile
Raf, piercing blue eyes but might just be a bit too new age for me though seems to believe in all the things I do
and soup_monster, who erm, seems quite wild but lives in Somerset which would be a shame if he is, quite wild that is.
I don't want to pay a subscription. Don't want to ask any of them for a gift either. Maybe ask another gift... it's less time looking....last time... then over and out for my username....
Oh yes! MakeHay! Flip that was so last year!
I popped in and he has left a message with his email, so I did think sod it and have just emailed him from my account. "I'm a banana" in the subject heading as he asked me what kind of fruit I'd choose to be (?!) "I owe you for the sub gift" in the message compartment.
Quite a selection of 'new fans' while I didn't plunder or pay attention to the site. Three have piqued my interest, all three very different to one another..
Yoda, quite short by the sounds of things but then so am I. Seems fairly eccentric which made me smile
Raf, piercing blue eyes but might just be a bit too new age for me though seems to believe in all the things I do
and soup_monster, who erm, seems quite wild but lives in Somerset which would be a shame if he is, quite wild that is.
I don't want to pay a subscription. Don't want to ask any of them for a gift either. Maybe ask another gift... it's less time looking....last time... then over and out for my username....
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Making Hay
So MakeHay kindly bought me a subscription to a dating site I used to be a member of last year and never deleted my profile from.
I had three days to make hay! Three days to seek and send messages to a thousand men in the hope that one, just one might be my Knight in No Armour. Did I do this? No.
MakeHay might be my Knight in No Armour!
I do not know.
I will never know.
Why?
Because I have just realised the subscription ran out yesterday. That's three days isn't it? Since Saturday? Or did it run out on Monday?
The opportunity to plunder cyberspace for Gold, gone!
I'm not going to resubscribe... Are you joking?!!!! It's some random fluke I had this subscription in the first place!
No, I'm going delete myself.
This makes me rather sad. I have to say goodbye to my username.
She was quite good fun. I mean she is quite good fun, she's not dead yet.
Do I keep her out there if she isn't going to look?
Damn, I've gone and given myself a real dilemma now!
I had three days to make hay! Three days to seek and send messages to a thousand men in the hope that one, just one might be my Knight in No Armour. Did I do this? No.
MakeHay might be my Knight in No Armour!
I do not know.
I will never know.
Why?
Because I have just realised the subscription ran out yesterday. That's three days isn't it? Since Saturday? Or did it run out on Monday?
The opportunity to plunder cyberspace for Gold, gone!
I'm not going to resubscribe... Are you joking?!!!! It's some random fluke I had this subscription in the first place!
No, I'm going delete myself.
This makes me rather sad. I have to say goodbye to my username.
She was quite good fun. I mean she is quite good fun, she's not dead yet.
Do I keep her out there if she isn't going to look?
Damn, I've gone and given myself a real dilemma now!
Monday, 7 December 2009
Can I have a gift subscription?
Saturday morning, bored and somewhat restless. The Bazza Boot Camp demo isn't until later, I don't want to start tidying up, the very thought makes me feel tired.
I switch on my laptop, see what's lurking in my inbox besides my daily horoscopes.
Ooh, I have a 'new fan'.
A while ago my old online dating provider sent me an email saying if I don't visit the site, my profile would be automatically deleted. However, if I went into the site, it would push it back towards the top. OK, delete me then!
A few weeks later I receive a message saying I have a 'new fan' and curiosity gets the better of me and I hit the link.
In my absence I have received quite a few messages. Their names remain but not the messages; it's been months and months and months since my subscription expired. Way before I even visited Old Shit School Acquaintance back in April. I never deleted myself, even set up a profile on a new free site which I never bothered visiting either.
I've had the odd 'new fan' recently but ignore it. Today though, I am restless. Who are you?
MakeHay.
"Loved the profile and pictures," he writes. "I am an inch under your price range but if you can barter it would be great to hear from you."
I read his profile and it's quite tongue in cheek. His picture looks ok but you never can tell. MakeHay sounds interesting!
I look at my one liner options:
I'd love to chat but I don't have a subscription yet. Hmmm, I'd love to chat but I am not going to subscribe.
How about a gift subscription? Oh tis very cheeky! In the past I have often asked the interesting sounding ones to buy me a subscription but I don't enjoy it because it doesn't say 'please'. They so rarely buy me a subscription though that I think 'what the hell?', send the one liner, then go and have a bath.
I must also wash the de-nitting chemicals out of my hair.
Oh mercy, if there is anything I hate more than de-nitting my son, it's de-nitting myself. It may come out clear, it often does, but what a SHITTY job what with my long, long hair.
With no shower, I have a shallow bath then afterwards hang my head over the side and shampoo.
Wearing my dressing gown, I take my de-nitting equipment over to the laptop and decide to "surf and comb!"
"Your subscription has been activated."
MakeHay! I hope you turn out alright!
First things first, I thank him. He is online and returns a message saying he admires my profile and do I have a long list of men emailing me.
I say no, only two or three, which is true (who I sent one liners to not asking for subscriptions).
He sends me a link to a PJ Harvey song, "We Float" and asks if I stole my siblings sweets as a child. I answer then listen to the song which I find a bit heavy for a first 'chat' but nice of him to send it.
We email back and forth but he must be chatting to lots of women because he takes ages to answer.
Not a problem for me, I've just combed out a fecking dead nit. AAARGH. BASTARDS.
I consider my situation. MakeHay has no idea what I am doing in between emails. He is possibly assuming that I am emailing other men.
Do I tell him I'm de-nitting myself? I most certainly do not! My god, if my blog was my dating profile, I would remain single forever! For ever and ever after! Quelle tragedie!
I finally complete my denitting process, MakeHay has not responded for a while so I log out and pack my bag for the Boot Camp demo. I'll just watch, I won't take part but I take my uniform just incase the Master needs me.
I make a mental note to blog this episode later even though I don't want to admit to the whole wide world that I get nits. But then surely it's an occupational hazard isn't it? I'm not the only mother in the whole wide world to get them, am I?
I switch on my laptop, see what's lurking in my inbox besides my daily horoscopes.
Ooh, I have a 'new fan'.
A while ago my old online dating provider sent me an email saying if I don't visit the site, my profile would be automatically deleted. However, if I went into the site, it would push it back towards the top. OK, delete me then!
A few weeks later I receive a message saying I have a 'new fan' and curiosity gets the better of me and I hit the link.
In my absence I have received quite a few messages. Their names remain but not the messages; it's been months and months and months since my subscription expired. Way before I even visited Old Shit School Acquaintance back in April. I never deleted myself, even set up a profile on a new free site which I never bothered visiting either.
I've had the odd 'new fan' recently but ignore it. Today though, I am restless. Who are you?
MakeHay.
"Loved the profile and pictures," he writes. "I am an inch under your price range but if you can barter it would be great to hear from you."
I read his profile and it's quite tongue in cheek. His picture looks ok but you never can tell. MakeHay sounds interesting!
I look at my one liner options:
I'd love to chat but I don't have a subscription yet. Hmmm, I'd love to chat but I am not going to subscribe.
How about a gift subscription? Oh tis very cheeky! In the past I have often asked the interesting sounding ones to buy me a subscription but I don't enjoy it because it doesn't say 'please'. They so rarely buy me a subscription though that I think 'what the hell?', send the one liner, then go and have a bath.
I must also wash the de-nitting chemicals out of my hair.
Oh mercy, if there is anything I hate more than de-nitting my son, it's de-nitting myself. It may come out clear, it often does, but what a SHITTY job what with my long, long hair.
With no shower, I have a shallow bath then afterwards hang my head over the side and shampoo.
Wearing my dressing gown, I take my de-nitting equipment over to the laptop and decide to "surf and comb!"
"Your subscription has been activated."
MakeHay! I hope you turn out alright!
First things first, I thank him. He is online and returns a message saying he admires my profile and do I have a long list of men emailing me.
I say no, only two or three, which is true (who I sent one liners to not asking for subscriptions).
He sends me a link to a PJ Harvey song, "We Float" and asks if I stole my siblings sweets as a child. I answer then listen to the song which I find a bit heavy for a first 'chat' but nice of him to send it.
We email back and forth but he must be chatting to lots of women because he takes ages to answer.
Not a problem for me, I've just combed out a fecking dead nit. AAARGH. BASTARDS.
I consider my situation. MakeHay has no idea what I am doing in between emails. He is possibly assuming that I am emailing other men.
Do I tell him I'm de-nitting myself? I most certainly do not! My god, if my blog was my dating profile, I would remain single forever! For ever and ever after! Quelle tragedie!
I finally complete my denitting process, MakeHay has not responded for a while so I log out and pack my bag for the Boot Camp demo. I'll just watch, I won't take part but I take my uniform just incase the Master needs me.
I make a mental note to blog this episode later even though I don't want to admit to the whole wide world that I get nits. But then surely it's an occupational hazard isn't it? I'm not the only mother in the whole wide world to get them, am I?
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