Married Man Magnet....

What is it about me, that I am always the other woman?!

I always seem to attract the wrong type of man, i.e those who are married/have a girlfriend. I must have a huge sign round my neck saying “Please Use Me”, as I just love being second best!

I am not sure if it is because most men in the age I look in are actually married or taken, but even then, why do they feel I am the sort of girl who wants to play Mistress? Of course anyone with a child would surely be grateful of being even looked at, no?

Just because I have a child, does not mean I am not a woman, a woman with needs…and standards for that matter. Yes I was married, yes it didn’t work out, but I am still hopeful there is someone out there for me and only me. I do not share nicely and think I actually might be worthy of someone’s full attention. GASP!

As well as Mr Text (see previous blog post), I have been a third, yes third option recently, have been accused by one of the mum’s at school of having an affair with her husband (we are friends – his messages sometimes were a little suggestive, I didn’t reply?!) and have been the ‘go to’ reserve for a couple of other men when their wife/girlfriend/potential other does not ‘understand them’ or is not available to massage their over-inflated egos.

I love to flirt and do prefer male company but have decided enough is enough.

 

If you are not single and there is a spark there between us, from now on do not expect me to mingle.

 

*Whacks on Beyonce*

The Art of Sexting

I feel after the seriousness of the last two Blog posts, you may be on the verge of getting out your violins/slitting your wrists, so how’s about something light hearted?!

Those of you who know me will know I am an incorrigible flirt, not half as deadly as ten years ago, but I would like to think I have still got it in one way or another?!

But recently readers, I have been introduced to the art of ‘Sexting’. Who knew this could be so much fun?!

As a creative kinda girl I do love an outlet for my over-active imagination and this fitted the bill perfectly. Virtually, I could be whoever I wanted to be, wearing whatever I liked, whilst in reality be at home on the sofa in my dressing gown and glasses, watching BBC Dramas. Sexy.

I have not known TC long, having ‘met’ online through a dating site. Things started off innocently enough, but then messages turned, how shall we say, interesting.

Now sex has been somewhat missing from my life of late – we don’t really count the Psycho from the Summer who might as well have not even have been there for all the effort he put into proceedings! But this was a good alternative, THIS I found came quite naturally to me and was rather empowering.

Although I was careful not to let things go too far (if you are going to meet in future, could be quite embarrassing to think where those hands had been in a textual format?!), I actually found myself turned on by the smallest of gestures, opening my eyes to new possibilities.

To be honest it was exactly what I needed after things that have happened of late – a welcome distraction from a rather attractive man. It has made me think of myself as a sexual being again and allowed me to regain a little of the confidence I lost in the summer.

So guys the moral of the story is give things a try. Do not waste opportunities – you never know what is round the corner.

 *digs out phone*

 *smiles*

 

 

 

 

When your ex meets someone else....

I have a lot of issues in my life, just to warn you readers, but a major issue is the ex husband, otherwise known as ‘The Eel’. The ex husband who is now seeing someone I regarded as a close mutual friend. Bang went that friendship and the other people in our little 'gang'.

I had suspected something had been going on since this time last year, but it was only when he asked her out on a date and she called me up in a panic pretending to care, did alarm bells start ringing. I thought it would be a passing thing, I didn’t realise it would cost me her friendship and that of several others, who after remaining two faced for a while, finally chose the other ‘side’.

I don’t have a problem with them being together, I just do not appreciate being lied to when I knew, as did everyone else, that something had blantantly been going on a while.

The problem I have is that every other weekend when The Eel has our daughter, he spends every waking moment with her and her son. Our daughter (‘O’) has said to me on so many occasions that she would like to ‘just spend time with daddy’, which is like a knife through my heart. He can’t see he is doing anything wrong and thinks O is trying to play us off against each other.

The ex friend, whom I shall refer to as ‘Her’, has been staying over in the week too which I feel uneasy about. O came home from school the other day with a French plait – I cannot do French plaits. Though I should be grateful that she cares about my little girl, I died inside a little bit more.

I know they say it is hard when your ex meets someone new and children are involved, but I just wish he could have gone for someone who didn’t know the ins and outs of my marriage breakdown. Who didn’t hold me when I cried…who didn’t tell me they would always be there for me.

'Mr Text'

Where to start with this thing? Well, for those of you who follow me on Twitter, you will know my life is somewhat akin to a soap opera at times!

I suppose I should start with a little of the background to recent events. Firstly, due to popular demand, the legend that is 'Mr Text'.

Mr Text is quite literally my ideal man – creative (photographer/musician), good looking, talented, older (good), varied taste in music, cultured and very MARRIED. I have been dealing with him through work for 4 years now and there has always been a huge amount of flirting, but due to obvious reasons that was all it was. Until August last year.

We started texting and really opened up to each other about our lives. He was in an unhappy marriage but didn’t want to leave the kids and his studio, I was an unhappy single mum who believed we could be each other’s happy ending. Things progressed slightly – he would come to see me late at night after a job, we would inevitably end up kissing like teenagers. This happened a few times, um, ‘progressing’ on each occasion until November-gate. We ended up in bed…and he changed his mind at the somewhat crucial moment. Talk about making a girl feel good!

Things kind of tailed off after this point, as naturally, I was mortified. The odd text flew here and there, he had a breakdown, I had a serious bout of depression (another blog post probably). Then I had to work with him again, one day in October. He was down the hall and we spent all day texting, flirting and eventually smearing my red lipstick. Just as I was nearly over him, here I was back to square one.

Apparently there is something ‘infectious and sexy’ about me, but you know what, I am worth more. So what did I do with all those thousands of texts and emails? After forming a joint pact with a Twitter Sister, I pressed delete and waved goodbye.

As a great man said to me recently, “onwards and upwards babe”.