The Curse of the Blogger

By reading and writing too many blogs in this case relating to dating blogs, I have started to feel the effects I shall name “The Curse of the Blogger”

(If there is already a well established “Curse of the Blogger” I am more than willing to rename it something equally foreboding)

Firstly – As I go about town and talk to my friends, I often wonder what can go into my next blog. I almost secretly hope that the next girl will turn out to be utter rubbish just so I can write something fantastic. But alas relationships are progressing slowly, I have been busy at work so have not seen much of my younger woman , but things are much the same…nothing to report.

(this could be a good sign? but undoubtedly suggests early boredom)

Secondly – As I meet people and interact in their lives I wonder if they have a secret blog and if they do how they would write about me? I fear this is a subject that bares certain similarities to the “Truman Show” and such thinking could seriously damage ones mental state. I find my self asking if the prolonged eye contact with the pretty girl on the train has suddenly turned into some blog entitled “why do men not make the first move” or equally one titled “why do men stare at me on trains”

I believe it is a similar phenomenon as when you become engrossed in a particularly gripping series of novels and suddenly find your self narrating your life (in your head hopefully) in the narrators soothing tones. I now find my self turning my relationships with those around me into short paragraphs as if they were written by my favourite bloggers.

Sexual Desire?

So my best friend down here is moving out from her fiancée at the start of July, Scott is no longer in the picture so I think she really has made the most of June. I might convince her to set up a blog of her own….

Anyway…back to my life and the purpose of this post.

Well we have just been told that work will no longer be supplying coffee, so if some sort of staff coffee collective can not be formed pronto blogging as you know it may cease to exist.

I’ve had a few awkward conversations with my younger woman, I’m really after that “want to rip each others clothes off” feeling but I’m just not getting that vibe off her. I know she likes me, maybe she just lacks confidence in that department?

It’s possible, in fact I’m pretty sure that we have clicked emotionally but not physically and I’m not entirely sure what I can do to change that.

Well she has told me she can be wild when she wants to be….don’t ask how we got into that conversation…. But I keep fishing for flirty text messages and I’m just not getting any back. I made them quite easy to reply to.

Well we are meeting in the middle of the week for a few drinks, I’m pretty sure this is her last chance. Some nice subtle undertones of sexuality would be a start.

I want to see flirting and real sexual desire.

Returning stolen goods

So I've had one of those bad days.

I cycled to Tesco today for the sole purpose of buying hair gel.

I wonder in through the doors, bag slung over one shoulder, and the alarm goes off.

The scruffy, 20 something, security guard looks somewhat alarmed and appears behind me

"Hello, sir"

"...."

"Do you mind if I look in your bag?"

"You are joking....are you seriously suggesting that I have already stolen something? Or perhaps I have succumb to a tremendous sense of guilt and am trying to return something previously stolen"

He looked slightly shocked and just wondered back to his post.

It didn't go off on the way out, suggesting it was not even my fault it went off in the first place, so Mr stuck up security man has most certainly missed someone actually stealing something.

Every little does certainly not help.


I've had this problem before, usually when you buy something from another shop and they forget to take the tag off.

The alarms sound the noise alerts shoppers and staff alike, whispers can be heard

"He has stolen something, he may steal again!!"

No kissing?

I currently have something going on with a woman younger than me, with parents in a much higher income bracket.

Meeting one – In a local hot spot, thought she looked really pretty, spent all night talking to her friends, but for some reason she gave me her number.

Date 1 – Went for drinks near me

She got out of the taxi looking a lot more pretty than I remembered and I hugged her in greeting while wishing I had made more of an effort.

We went to a few bars, chatted about everything we could think of. Conversation flowed well and she somehow managed to mention her heated indoor pool and how her parents drive sports cars.

She called another cab and I was left wanting more.

Date 2 – To the coast

Spent most the time laughing – no sign of a first kiss yet…

A group of tourists ask to take their photo and refer to my date as my girlfriend, slightly awkward and I tease her about it all the way home.

End up going to the cinema… god I have no money left, first kiss outside the cinema.

Drive her home

(Right this is getting annoying, I date younger woman for their “wild side” I’m starting to see my mistake. We kissed a few times, but it properly seems to lack passion)

Date 3 – Beach

Spent most the time kissing, she says she doesn’t like public signs of affection. I get bored and drive her home.

Oh did I mention I’ve met the parents already? I’m starting to think she just isn’t my type.