Did Beauty Kill the Beast?

Braving a DVT and a seriously numbed bum, I ventured to the cinema today to watch the overly long King Kong. Managing to escape with only a mildly numbed bum, and an extremely strained bladder, I came to realise that I’m somewhat similar to the beast.

By that, I don’t mean that I go around eating people presented to me in ritual sacrifices, fighting dinosaurs or having the tendency to climb tall buildings to swat planes, although the occasional bum scratching is a fairly likely (after all, I am a man!). No, in a bizarre way I could relate in a similar vein to the mighty, but ultimately lonely, Kong. Quite possibly the last of my species, and by that I mean being a jolly good all round a nice guy (and not a particularly hairy one at that), I just wonder whether I’m that beast.

As I’ve mentioned in a post before, are the ladies really still looking for this fabled "new man" who’s prepared to wash the dishes, doesn’t mind making the tea and not disappearing down the pub for hours on end? Do they really want a knight in shining armour to come along on horseback (or, failing that, a suitable SUV off-roader) and sweep them off their feet? Or do they simply yearn for that tattooed bloke stood at the bar who will buy them one drink, expect sex and never call them again? I suspect I’m due to discover this in 2006.

Although I started chatting to an interesting and attractive girl before Christmas, she is still "taking a break" (not in the Friends sense though) whilst she sorts her life out after returning to the UK after working in Europe for a year. However, she’s still stubbornly quiet on the message front and I’m not sure whether I’m simply being impatient or wasting my time.

I live in some hope that she’ll contact me again. Never the less, one half of me says that she’s found someone and I should move on, whilst the other is telling me to be patient as she’s obviously very busy (after all, she’s just moved her life from one country to another). I guess this is one advantage a giant gorilla doesn’t have to worry about as, in-between fighting off dinosaurs, the only real problem you have to deal with is deciding on which bit of vegetation would complement the latest sacrificial offering. However, I often wonder whether I’m not the beast but rather that sacrificial offering.