Enough Is as Good as a Feast...

'A change will do you good' and all that - yep, I refrained from sucking that lemon for 4 whole weeks.

I apologise for the lack of blog, but you knew what it meant, that I didn't have anything to rant and rave about - don't think I don't know about those wishing ill-fortune on me, just to secure a bit of reading matter!

I know it's a little unusual, out of sorts perhaps, but I'm not going to give you the gory story - suffice it to say that I now have to stand by my word which is NO MORE CARMEL BOYS (BY ORDER OF THE MANAGEMENT).
He's a smashing guy, just one of those things.
It was fun, cuddly and all the other silly things which go hand in hand with the Honeymoon Period, but in the light of the November 04 hoo ha it would be a bit ridiculous if I came over heartbroken, that would call my romantic sincerity into doubt...
As the American contingent would say, 'Honey, he's just not that into you'.

So here's the brain teaser - where do I look now my resources have run dry?

A) Jdate - exhausted it, know half the people on it, the other half are peculiar uglybugs, and I'm none too keen to include myself under that umbrella.

B) Blind Dates - as many will testify, well meaning friends co-ordinating blind dates seem to forget everything they've gleaned about your partner preferences over the past 20 odd years. It sort of ends up as a bunch of social oddments put together in umpteen permutations until 2 of them finally just sort of give in. Again, not keen on being pimped as a fantabulous oddment.

C) The Jew Do - tried it for years, there seemed to be an inbred aversion to guys offering to buy drinks. I don't know whether it's a good or a bad thing, but Jewish boys seem to have their 'Chat Up Line' reflex removed along with their foreskin.
I apologise if anyone feels to the contrary, but I've probably been out with you, and it evidently didn't work on me.
Am still deciding whether or not to get back into this loop, but after scanning the full-colour JC centrefold Chez Waldies, I can't honestly say I've felt any kind of social void.
Additionally, this would involve the appointment of a Wing Woman, and thus far none of my single girlfriends would remotely entertain queuing in the rain and parting with hard-earned cash to party hard with beaky nosed skinnies and chopped-liver haired (if they've got any at all) shmocks.

D) Speed-dating. No.

I do continually think I'm better off on my own, no aggravation, no leg maintenance, no-one to glimpse the wobbly bits, but then that's not the right attitude.

So, now I'm at stalemate. I'll try and be funny next time.