It all started with Valentine Boy. That’s when my friends started naming them. The men I dated. Or tried to date. It’s not like it isn’t difficult already finding someone to date when you’re older. But it’s even more difficult to find someone NORMAL. So it has become the sport of my dearest friends to live vicariously through me, and use me as the source of their amusement.
They say you should write about what you know. And what I know is being single. I’ve been single a LONG time, and believe it or not, receive envy from these same friends who see how I enjoy my life. Little o solo me.
So I thought I’d share my adventures, my outlook, my resources with my new friends whom I will make online through this blog. Come share with me your adventures, whether they be through dating or life. Let’s share this singlehood together and make life an adventure.
I just stumbled upon your blog while searching for posts about love and relationships. As a fellow single gal and a professional writer, I really enjoyed your posts
can’t wait to read more!
Woah girl. As April O’Neil, I also just happened to stumble upon your blog and Valentine Boy was a great story. Dude is NUTS! Since I am a first time reader – I am assuming you are in your 20′s. I’m in my 40′s (late forties) and it is the same sad variety of men, only they are older, pay child support (and they’re broke) have established their our special brand of mental illness and want YOU to take care of them like a mommy.
Okay, you invited him inside after he got the dreaded Valentine’s Day Amnesia, (in other words – his fantasy was to wine & dine but his pocket was empty) you go for pizza…and he starts to cry??? If you wouldn’t have been otherwise stranded, then I would suggest at that point you let that psycho bawl in the marinara and jet outta there quicker than you can say straight-jacket.
I can only imagine the update. He said he’d do away with himself if you leave him forever? He got a wonderful new job and has to fly to Europe on the next plane smokin and he wants you to come with him because he’ll make lots and lots of hundreds of dollars working for the Queen?
He is obviously living halfway between fantasy & reality and testing you to see how far he can pull you in to his crazy world….and you let him! Do you really need that kind of attention? He is lying to himself and to you.
Try to get a grown-up man and don’t let him know where you live! Good Luck & Be Smart
Hi Jean, thanks for your support. I just posted the final episodes. You were right in your supposition…he DID live in Europe and wanted to whisk me off there to his crazy world! Great guess. In writing it out, it was very therapeutic…it showed me just how ridiculous it all was. And it makes me embarrassed to even have entertained him at all. But I’m sharing it just to help other people see that even the sane among us can get taken in. Once it’s aired, I’m going to take the story down and just concentrate on the GOOD things about being single. There are so many good things. I hope I can help other women see that we all have our weird experiences.