'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”.