Sex and the city

So after being single for 4 months I thought I’d do a SATC style blog.

I have to say if it wasn’t for my friends and family It’d be an almighty depressing one but as it happens I’ve been having rather a bit of fun.

I’ve never really been single before.  You could count the four months when I was around 23 so 10 years ago.  I don’t do single well.... as my friends and family will tell you, I seem to go from one to the next but clearly still unsuccessful. 

All I ever really wanted in life was true love and although there were many times I thought I’d found it, nope, still here, still unfound.  

My first proper love of 7 years dumped me for my best friend, so that wasn’t a great start.  Then I had a few inbetweeners like you do, (not THE inbetweeners) then one of my friends suddenly became something more.  After being mates for 6 years and generally hanging out and having a laugh it happened.  Thing is, I never ever fancied him, I was never supposed to fall for him.  After 4 years together we got married. 

Don’t get excited ..... after 2 I had to leave but we won’t go into that.  

So here I am again having the worst luck.  Back to my parents a week before my 30^th birthday. 

I really could be a SATC gal.

In true FMP timing, I mourned and I cried etc but the truth is it is always over a long time before you actually part, so in my mind it wasn’t moving fast. 

First proper night out when I felt I could face the world again I met someone. 

Now this person was nothing like anyone I’d ever met.  He was kind, he was loyal, he was hard working, he was super super intelligent.   I admired him.  It is usually always me that has all the money and the brains lol. 

We always knew we were very different, in backgrounds, upbringing, brains, likes and dislikes but somehow it worked.  He taught me so much and we explored a lot together.  I suppose in the beginning like all good women believe, you think you can change a man.  Let it be said now my friends, this will never ever happen.  I thought I could become more like him and he more like me and together we’d fit perfectly. 

Well I definitely changed that’s for sure, but that is what women do for love, they are willing to adapt, change, eager to please.  My ex on the other hand (not meaning this offensively) hasn’t changed one bit, if anything he has become more like himself and less like me as time goes on.

So you see where I’m going with this.  After 3 years I guess we just died.  First time I have ever remained friends with an ex though so it’s not all bad.

So let me think back, being single, well being a single woman is pretty disastrous, I can’t see any hope for us girls.  I’d like to be optimistic and say ... he is out there.  You know all that bullcrap that someone just perfecting is waiting for you, someone better, someone you can finally settle down with.  I hate to break it to you but I have kinda lost the faith.

The last weekend I went out, we were outside having a drink and I took off my jacket and this guy goes ‘you’ve got massive t7ts’ why thank you but you’re not gonna pull with those kind of lines dickweed.    

We went to a more upmarket place where my new single lady friend got chatting to a guy.  He seemed relatively nice, suited and booted, was in his late 30s but then he goes............... ‘So do you wanna all come a strip bar with me’. 

Ok, I had to be the one to tell him he was lame and that was never gonna happen.

The week before a friend of a friend came out I’d never met before, he did tried very hard to talk to me etc but he looked about 12.  I have standards. 

The week before I bumped into someone from Hollyoaks and I barely got two sentences out before he scuttered away from me. 

I am still trying to establish what is wrong with me. 

Guys tend to completely blank me out.  I had a little chat with the bouncer whilst I was out smoking and he said he would tell me honestly if I wanted to know.  Wow, please do enlighten me on this mystery.  Apparently I look bitchy, confident and no guy will ever risk getting knocked back in front of his mates.  He was a lovely guy and after chatting he said obviously I am not but they don’t know that.

There have been some perks to being single, I’ve lost weight, mostly because I am in the pub all the time and skipping meals. 

Random fun nights out, where you have no one to answer to and can come and go as you please without considering anyone’s feelings.

Lots and lots of fun nights out.

My alcohol tolerance is tremendous. 

Being close to my friends and making new ones.

Having more time to do stuff you never get around to; although frankly that is a lie (see above).  Pub, drinks, pub and more going out. 

There are obvious downsides and my bank account is taking a hell of a tanning. 

So as Whitesnake once said ‘Here I go again on my own’.

For now let’s drink to being single, hell let’s just drink anyway.

Perhaps after all this there is never going to be one special guy, maybe it’s not for everyone.  

On a positive note at least I get to go through all of that new relationship shit where everything is great and shiny and new and your heart flutters and it is all you think about.   

One last thing, I couldn’t have done it without my friends.  You know who you are ....

To being single.....................

FMP

Xxx