All has been quiet on the Western Front. Yet another friend of mine wants to date me and another- with a girlfriend, has told me in no uncertain terms that he would go there. And he meant it. And I have said to other people in the same situation that surely this acts as some sort of ego-boost.... But.... It doesn't really....
So, there is no shortage of interest, but those in my 'go there' category are seriously depleted. Shacked up, uninterested or DISinterested- men with an initial interest in me that have now seen how good I am at Guitar Hero, that I can put 'superfluous' in a sentence, that I have been kicked out of a pub on more than one occasion, that I bruise rather than stroke egos.... the list continues. They are turned off- and... I guess I understand.
OMG! The guy from Valentine's Day's status 'I don't believe in karma but I believe in the karma sutra'- ARE YOU FOR REAL?
Enter new internet dating candidate. I think he may have tripped up the stairs. 'You are one hot mama' he writes. Er.... I'm not 40.... But a statement like this makes me feel like it. Anyway, obviously my replies haven't been hitting the mark--- No reply. And I'm not so hopeful for one either. And.... It may be the beginning of the end for Soleil. You see, the last time I was feeling like all my options were gone, I entered into a four year relationship with a 'last resort'. I DON'T want to do this. Mind you, many facets of that union WERE good, and in hindsight I should not have been so quick to judge him as a 'last resort', but he was the total opposite to what I wanted and... it was the relationship's beginnings that I couldn't get over.
So.... Yngve, my rich, Swedish model who was made to sweep me off my feet and take me on lavish holidays, hurry up and find me. I'm in crisis. I can't take this anymore. If you know Yngve, let me know. It would make my day to meet him.
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