If you’ve just read the below post and assumed this is nothing but a knee-jerk reaction to a, um, jerk, then I wouldn’t blame you. But it’s really not. Please don’t think I’m a man-hater. If anything I’m the opposite, which is the reason I keep ending up in these brain-battering predicaments. I love men. They smell nice (most of the time), they have nice big arms, they’re quite often funny, clever, cute, sexy and lots of fun to be around. I have lots of male friends who really are friends. As in, boys I can hang around with happily without sex getting in the way. I’m not giving up dating because I’m a bitter old Bridget Jones spinster, I’m giving up dating because it’s making me sad. Those of you who know me will know that being sad doesn’t suit me. I’d rather be proactive than wallow in misery, hence this new plan.
So, as well as blogging about all the temptation I encounter over the next 12 months and telling you a little bit about some of the men who’ve helped me reach this decision, I will also be doing some research. Does online dating work? What do men really think about girls who put-out on the first date? Does love = sex or does sex = love? Why didn’t he call? What do we really want from a relationship? How has my sexual past affected my present relationships? And so on. Please add any suggestions you may have in the comments below and I’ll do my best to address them. Nothing like a good old debate about sex, right?
I think the best place to start is always the beginning, and for that we have to go back to where it all began…
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