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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Can I Ask You a Question?
It had been a long day. We’d been out shopping, kept P’s son and friends happy, had a good laugh at a DVD and made love for the second time that day. I was just in the process of dozing off in bed when P turned to me and said "Can I ask you a question?"
My heart stopped – what could it be, was it something good or something bad? Her question was toned in a quizzical manner, so I suspected that I wasn’t about to be dumped – but never the less I was a little worried as to what was about to be said, so I replied "Sure" to which she continued with "Do you want children?"
I know she is on the pill, but my heart was ready to explode with the thought of what her next sentence was about to be - and she continued with "I mean, not just right now, but I’d really like to have another child before my bits start falling off".
I was kind of relieved that she hadn't just announced that she was pregnant, but then again, I think I would have been absolutely thrilled if she had.
Never the less, like the prized pratt I am, I replied "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t". It was an honest response – and after recently catching some of "Supernanny" on television I was pretty much prepared to keep my fella in my pants just in case I manage to spawn some evil little swine that would trash the house at the drop of a hat. Mind you, after watching that programme, I’m pretty certain that most people would feel that way too.
But no sooner had I finished speaking that I realised what I’d said – and it wasn’t really a reply that would keep a blossoming relationship going. But as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I do get quite broody at times (my Match.com profile said I wanted children – as did P’s) and it would melt my heart to be called "daddy" by my own flesh and blood.
As such, I thought a bit of rewording and clarification was required. "I certainly don’t dislike children" and added "and they seem to like me too", which is absolutely true. A friend commented a while back that I seem to have an aura that draws their shy child towards me, plus P’s son really likes me – and after my exhausting afternoon at an adventure park – as do his friends too. Even P acknowledges that I have a fan – which is much more than can be said about her previous boyfriend.
I finished with "It would be nice, but it would be scary too". Again, this is the truth. After all, you have to care for a screaming bundle that is wet at both ends and you simply can’t turn it off or hand it back to its parents - because that’s you! Fortunately, P agreed that it is scary, but with her already being such a good mother to her son I’m sure it would be OK.
Still, P has put her cards on the table and I didn’t flinch (well, too much). It’s also nice to know what her plans are for the next few years, but since we’ve only been going out for 3 months, it really is still too early to make such plans – after all, we don’t even live together – but there’s nothing wrong with considering what lays ahead or being worried by the commitment it entails.
My heart stopped – what could it be, was it something good or something bad? Her question was toned in a quizzical manner, so I suspected that I wasn’t about to be dumped – but never the less I was a little worried as to what was about to be said, so I replied "Sure" to which she continued with "Do you want children?"
I know she is on the pill, but my heart was ready to explode with the thought of what her next sentence was about to be - and she continued with "I mean, not just right now, but I’d really like to have another child before my bits start falling off".
I was kind of relieved that she hadn't just announced that she was pregnant, but then again, I think I would have been absolutely thrilled if she had.Never the less, like the prized pratt I am, I replied "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t". It was an honest response – and after recently catching some of "Supernanny" on television I was pretty much prepared to keep my fella in my pants just in case I manage to spawn some evil little swine that would trash the house at the drop of a hat. Mind you, after watching that programme, I’m pretty certain that most people would feel that way too.
But no sooner had I finished speaking that I realised what I’d said – and it wasn’t really a reply that would keep a blossoming relationship going. But as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I do get quite broody at times (my Match.com profile said I wanted children – as did P’s) and it would melt my heart to be called "daddy" by my own flesh and blood.
As such, I thought a bit of rewording and clarification was required. "I certainly don’t dislike children" and added "and they seem to like me too", which is absolutely true. A friend commented a while back that I seem to have an aura that draws their shy child towards me, plus P’s son really likes me – and after my exhausting afternoon at an adventure park – as do his friends too. Even P acknowledges that I have a fan – which is much more than can be said about her previous boyfriend.
I finished with "It would be nice, but it would be scary too". Again, this is the truth. After all, you have to care for a screaming bundle that is wet at both ends and you simply can’t turn it off or hand it back to its parents - because that’s you! Fortunately, P agreed that it is scary, but with her already being such a good mother to her son I’m sure it would be OK.
Still, P has put her cards on the table and I didn’t flinch (well, too much). It’s also nice to know what her plans are for the next few years, but since we’ve only been going out for 3 months, it really is still too early to make such plans – after all, we don’t even live together – but there’s nothing wrong with considering what lays ahead or being worried by the commitment it entails.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Bank Holiday Treat
Up until I changed jobs I use to working away for fairly long periods. As such, I was use to living in hotels and became rather accustomed to my “living quarters” and, yes, even became a bit of a snob over what facilities the hotel offered. Needless to say, some were much better than others and I could probably write a book about the state of some of them.
Anyway, it made a rather nice change to go away for a nice and relaxing bank holiday weekend break with P to Cambridge - especially since neither of us had ever been.
It had been talked about for a while, so when I found a great offer on in Internet I went ahead and booked it. I offered to pay for it all, but with P being P she wanted to pay her way and she gave me half towards the cost – even if it wasn’t the quite the quaint B&B she’d suggested we looked for.
Arriving at the hotel I instantly knew that it was going to be a great hotel. The lobby was modern and clean, the staff attentive and the hotel location – on the banks of the river Cam and a mere short stroll from all of the historic sights – was perfect. I think P was a little nervous and, perhaps, she was not use to such decadence.
However, upon arriving at our deluxe room I’ve never seen someone become so excited – and it was wonderful just watching P dash about the room squealing with joy over the view of the river, the size of the bed and its many cushions, the fluffy dressing gowns, slippers, chocolates and waiting bottle of champagne. In fact, the room was perfect and could be ranked as one of the best I’ve ever stayed in – even more so since I was not alone.
It was the perfect weekend, with amazing weather, breathtaking sights, delicious food and wonderful company. P even managed to find a stunning dress in the sales. It truly was a weekend that I’ll never forget.
Anyway, it made a rather nice change to go away for a nice and relaxing bank holiday weekend break with P to Cambridge - especially since neither of us had ever been. It had been talked about for a while, so when I found a great offer on in Internet I went ahead and booked it. I offered to pay for it all, but with P being P she wanted to pay her way and she gave me half towards the cost – even if it wasn’t the quite the quaint B&B she’d suggested we looked for.
Arriving at the hotel I instantly knew that it was going to be a great hotel. The lobby was modern and clean, the staff attentive and the hotel location – on the banks of the river Cam and a mere short stroll from all of the historic sights – was perfect. I think P was a little nervous and, perhaps, she was not use to such decadence.
However, upon arriving at our deluxe room I’ve never seen someone become so excited – and it was wonderful just watching P dash about the room squealing with joy over the view of the river, the size of the bed and its many cushions, the fluffy dressing gowns, slippers, chocolates and waiting bottle of champagne. In fact, the room was perfect and could be ranked as one of the best I’ve ever stayed in – even more so since I was not alone.
It was the perfect weekend, with amazing weather, breathtaking sights, delicious food and wonderful company. P even managed to find a stunning dress in the sales. It truly was a weekend that I’ll never forget.
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