"Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it." Greg Anderson
Easy for him to say! All he ever has to do is wash and shave. That's because he's a man.

My journey starts with the FIRST BLOG; you'll need coffee/tea and probably some chocolate digestives, or maybe some Cadbury's Fruit and Nut, or Green and Black's Organic if you've got more money than sense.

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Where's Roy Orbison When You Need Him?

Here! Go on, open it on another page - you know you want to! 

Have you missed me? Time to face facts! This is sooooo never going to happen - a shag or owt else by the look of it. But the thing is – I’ve promised myself I’m going to keep writing this blog until it does happen, so I simply have to persevere. We could be here some time. folks! 

I can’t wait to tell you what the deal-breaker with Mike was. Are you ready for it?

Holding your breath?

Well, I’ll tell you. It was the fact that I use long words sometimes. Can you believe it? I mean – big deal! I also use very short words (mainly of the s**t, c**p, poo, f**k variety – apologies to anyone who hasn’t heard those words before: I only ever use them if I drop something on my foot – honest!) I think Mike also misunderstood some of the, ahem, ‘poetry’ in my soul. I guess it might be frightening; and by poetry I mean anything that is not spelt out word by word, syllable by syllable, letter by letter. It is probably a ‘man’ thing: they are such simple creatures at heart. All of them. Every single last one.

Now I know I said this might turn out to be a very philosophical post; I thought I was going to drone on about examine La Condition Humaine, loneliness and what prevents us from taking risks. But happily for you, my dear friends, family and followers - I’ve rallied as usual.

I am back on the website and busy sorting. So far, four potentials, of which one is a super brainy giant, and hundreds of thousands of many total idiots. 

PS I have had another date in between, but I can’t possibly tell you a thing about him because - you’ll never guess what – he sussed my nom de plume about two weeks ago. I tell you what – I nearly passed out when he sent me a one line email with just my name and a question mark. I was like this    

for about fifteen minutes. I’m fairly sure he hasn’t read any of these blogs, otherwise why would he still have come on that date? And he didn’t mention the blogs on the date itself. So anyway… erm, he’s a very nice guy. That’s just in case, like. And I like him. We’ll keep it to that, shall we? ;) 


Downith said...

No, I'm sorry, that isn't good enough.

FUll disclosure please!!!

Cousin Bette said...

Full disclosure about what exactly, Downith? We aim to please in this blog...

Downith said...

Actually I forgot for a moment where I was - there's been plenty of full on disclosure here already. Not sure this lapsed Catholic can take much more.

I was teasing. I hope the new one works out.

Anonymous said...

Look at you go with all the dates! How about if I just date vicariously through you for a while since my luck is for shit. ;-)

Mike must have a very tiny penis if your large vocabulary is intimidating to him. I'm just sayin' .......

Cousin Bette said...

MGTBID! I would be more than happy for you to date vicariously (although, you know, you shouldn't use such long words if you want to get in my shoes - you've seen what happens ;) ), but they all turn out to be a crappy as yours! Look, sweetie, aren't you ready for the female commune yet? Just haul in the 'entertainment' (bike ride?) on a Saturday night?