Leaving it to Fate

Well tomorrow is the big day. The booze will be flowing, the bird will be undercooked and there’s bound to be some “interesting” presents to be opened that you’ll either (a) never wear or (b) never use.

Never the less, I’ve played it safe this year and resorted to either things people have actually asked for, books, DVDs, CDs or vouchers. And since it’s a well know fact that men hate to shop - the majority of these presents were purchased via the good old Internet. Hopefully, all presents will be gratefully received without too many returns or surreptitious askings for the receipt.

But it’s yet another year without a gift to buy for that special person in my life. I had high hopes for 2006, but I guess you can’t have it all – especially since I did manage to achieve one objective out of two for the year (that being my new super-whizzy job). So when the family disperse tomorrow, they’ll head off to visit their girlfriends or head home to spend a cosy night together. As for me, I’ll get to wash up the mountain of pots and endure having my lack of love life being the main topic of conversation.

Still, that doesn’t mean there’s no activity in that department. My current Match.com friend could still be an interesting possibility as, just when I’m about to give up on her, she always seems to pop up with a phone call, text message or MSN message.

She talks a lot about always being busy at Christmas, seeing friends, looking after her family and going to various parties, but I always get the feeling that she’s going with “someone else”. But then again, if she was, why would she bother contacting me and showing me pictures of her party dress? Guilt perhaps, or I’m I just being paranoid – as you can become when attempting this Internet dating lark?

I know she's been hurt in the past, so perhaps she's just taking her time - or wanting to get Christmas out of the way first. Perhaps once the silly season is out of the way I’ll get a better picture of where things might be going. Anyway, I’ve decided to stop my endless nights of worry as to whether she’s really interested in me and just leave it down to fate. That way, if it’s meant to be, it will be.

Finally, Happy Christmas to all of you out there in Blog land.