“MY POOR BODY LOOKS LIKE A HALF SUCKED PINK MARSHMALLOW”
The problems I have being single are fairly mundane things like not being able to do up the zip at the back of my dress; car salespeople not taking me seriously; rethreading the hoses for the washing machine; never eating a proper meal at night because who can be bothered when it’s just you. We tend to eat out more these days. Oscar has developed a taste for salmon sashimi, thank goodness.
I also have issues telling someone I’m not interested in them. Mostly because I am a people-pleaser by nature; and the fact that I’m shaving and waxing all the parts on my body more often, as I have been informed it’s important to be hair free when you are dating. I’m craving the ’80s where big hair was the thing. Right now my poor body looks like a half sucked pink marshmallow. All shiny, pink and bald.
The banter you had with a mate who is also single? Well, that is not banter anymore. It’s now classed as flirting. I did not know this. So all this time I have been “flirting” with a man whom I thought of as a friend. Said friend gave me a nudge, nudge and a wink, wink and Jessica freaked out. It’s all different now. One of the people I first dated when I was raw and in a haze of pain, is now a great friend and I talk to him daily. He’s a bloody nut case but a great bloke and I enjoy him a great deal. This dating gig has its upsides.
To all my friends and family, I have said it a million times – thank you. You all know why.