Singleton’s Rant

My love-life at the moment is just a big messy mess.

I’m going through the motions of dating people but that’s all it is – motions. Do you know I actually have a document on my PDA with a list of names of current ‘prospects’? How sad and dispassionate is that? If I decide it’s not working, I cut and paste them down into a separate list below entitled “No”. It really is that clinical.

It isn’t meant to be this way. I shouldn’t be sat next to Sarah at the cinema thinking “this is ok but she’s a bit boring”. Or chatting to Tara on the phone thinking “she’s quite sweet, but I could probably do better looks-wise, and she lives miles away” I should just TELL them it’s not going anywhere, not feign interest because I’m too rubbish and lonely to be home alone tonight.

I just want to meet someone amazing. Somebody who completely takes my breath away. I can’t tear my eyes from her – she’s clever, pretty, engaging.. ..and feels the same way about me! But that hasn’t happened in years. It’s a cliché but all the best ones really are taken.

So maybe I should stop wasting my time (and their time) with the wrong people, grab a beer, buckle down and just wait for Mrs Right.

But what if she’s not out there? That’s just too terrifying.

Pass me the popcorn, Sarah. You’ll do for now.

A little update for you.

I’m still Single. I’m still lonely.. And I’m still not coping well with it.

To make matters worse. in the last few days, 3 close friends have coupled and are now all smug and attached.

THREE!

I am beginning to doubt the realistic longevity of a permanent coupling with a woman. Having spent an evening with four supposedly attached young ladies, all seemed dangerously prepared to stray.

Granted, there was no proof that this was more than just drunken fooling about. However, putting modesty aside, I’m prepared to claim that several kisses exceeded acceptable bounds. If I was their other half I wouldn’t be that impressed…

Which of course I’m not. Because I’m a sad single man.