Singledom...

...has it's perks.

 

 

1. I can make plans with my friends at the drop of a hat and not worry about dinner
2. I can flirt with the cute guy & if I want to, I can kiss him in wildly in public & take him home & make memories that will live with me forever. (actually I wish this happened more often)
3. I can eat cereal for dinner if I feel like it
4. I can sleep late and wake when i want to
5. I can spend all evening on my PC if I like
6. I can give my 2 cats my undivided attention
7. I can stick pretty butterfly stickers on my wall

 

All this is great - yet I have to admit that it seems to be getting a bit old. Probably because I do not have as much of Point 2 as I would like to.

 

So having MC here for the wedding was a peak into what married life would be like:

• Wake up in the morning and while one makes the coffee, the other makes the bed.
• Drive to work and chat about plans for that night and dinner.
• Spend time in the kitchen having tickle fights while dinner is being cooked and then afterwards sitting outside on the patio with a glass of wine chatting about all sorts of things while giving the cats love.

MC is a quiet guy, but he has something about him that make people love him instantly.

 

Since he left, my work colleagues have not stopped talking about him & want him to come to our christmas party on Saturday and then want me to make him stay, even the tea-lady thinks he is nice and should be my husband. My sister-in-law wants me to marry him.

The minute I load it as my Facebook profile pic, a friend writes and wants to know about him

A stranger from school whom I have had no contact with for years, sees his photo and says I must find a man and why not him.

 

I would tend to agree where it not for our very strange past. MC and I hit it off since the very beginning & yet we have never managed to quite start a proper relationship or even a proper fling.

 

He drove the hormones nuts every single day he was here, yet it never felt like it was right to make a move on him.

 

MC remained an absolute gentleman, even when my bathtowel slipped and he almost got an eyeful of fat backside (courtesy of my absence from the gym for the past 6 weeks)

 

I would love to make a proper go of it, but I don't want a long distance relationship, so perhaps it is just not right to start anything that we will just hurt us both.

For all I know, he feels nothing for me anyway and then this whole post is just a story about 1 sided attraction.

 

That would just be embarrassing wrong!