Thursday, August 27, 2009
An Update On the Man Front (should be a short post)
The Man I Left With A Kiss
He's the guy that I talked about here. Remember him? I do (vaguely). Oh, the kiss that held such promise of possible things (of a potentially R-rated nature) to come. The evening of talking and laughing while he looked at me with, what appeared to be, such interest. Following our date he sent a short text message on the day I left for the UK - 'have a terrific trip!' he said. Into which I read, 'can't wait to see you when you get back...' Which goes to prove that my powers of telepathy are really somewhat lacking and can't be trusted in any given situation but particularly those where members of the male species are involved.
Which is a very long-winded way of saying that I haven't heard from him since.
Nada. Zip. Zilch.
If anyone happens to know where the edge of the planet is maybe you can give me directions. Then I can go and peer into the Great Unknown and there he will be, lying on his back reminiscent of an upturned beetle with his arms and legs flailing helplessly. 'Oh, there you are,' I will say. 'Wondered where you had got to.'
Maybe one day he will right himself, manage to crawl back onto the planet, recover from his period of short-term-memory-loss and get in contact again.
Or maybe not.
Such a shame. That kiss really did hold promise.
Okay, so this is a situation where I really could get my knickers in a twist (except of course they were Magic Knickers and we all know how resilient those little buggers are).
In an effort not to beat about the (untrimmed) bush, I haven't heard a dickie bird from him either. Which really does make me question my talent for perceiving there to be a mutual connection when, in reality, it was just what I originally set it out to be - a One Night Stand.
Don't get me wrong - I wasn't under the mistaken impression that I had found my Soul Mate. But given how much I enjoyed his company and that we seemed to have much in common, I thought I had found a friend. Someone that I would be interested in getting to know a little better. Unfortunately I don't appear to have same allure. Can't think for the life of me why. A single mum to two unruly boys, who struggles with every day living, travels as far as the school and back on a good day and lives 4,000 miles away. What's not to like? How can he fail not to be intrigued in getting to know me better? With all these compelling attributes, plus bras with more air than your average blimp and a pair of magic knickers to boot, you'd think I would be beating this guy off with a stick...
On the positive side, it was a reassuring reminder that there are men out there that really embody the type of life I intend to live. Men who have a great work/life balance, combined with a passion for travel and philanthropic to boot. That is the life I was focused on creating before I met ex and I am not sure, on reflection, how I managed to stray so far from pursuing these desires. Time to get back on track.
In a nutshell, haven't heard from him either. It's now nearly 2 weeks since he asked for my number and so I am assuming that he is yet another victim of the 'falling off the edge of the planet' syndrome.
And yes, I do have his number too. And no, I am not going to call him. This isn't down to a sense of false pride on my behalf, more self-preservation. If a guy is interested he will be in touch. For all my bewilderment where men are concerned, this much I do know.
So, what is it with these men? Or is it just me? I am obviously easy prey to a little bit of male attention, which smacks a little of desperation. And the last thing I want to be is the stereotypical divorcee, dating anyone who asks, shagging any male with a pulse.
So I guess for the time being it's just me and my boys (oh - and my battery operated companion).
It could be worse.