I'm not interested in men anymore.

Hello there, and once again I am sorry for the lack of blogging. I’ve not been a busy girl, and I’ve decided that I don’t need a man. Screw them! Or not. I’ve thought about it and I really don’t feel that at this stage of my life that I need a man.

Although, saying that, the last few days I’ve really missed my ex. This is to the point where I text my best friend asking if she wanted to go camping. I just need to take my mind off him. I’m starting to think that I’ve made a mistake in leaving him. But at the same time I know that I needed to have time out for some independence. After 8 years, I had to prove to myself that I can be alone and that I don’t need to rely on a man; I’m not merely one half or someone who is in a couple.

At the same time I think that I was a fool. He really was a great guy and someone who made me laugh and someone who was so thoughtful. But he said he’d never see me again after leaving him. I'd like to honestly say that I haven't thought about him once since we split up, but that would be a lie. I think of him several times a day. There are so many things that remind me of him. Argh! So I need to get him out of my head, and what would do that? Going camping. For those of you who know me, I’m not the camping kind of girl. Where would I shower? What if it rained? Will I have time to do my make up in the morning? Sharing a tent with my friend – what if I pass wind in the middle of the night and gas us? I’ll leave the beans at home. By the way, I’m not one who passes wind. Far too lady like for that!

So, at the start of this blog I discussed how I’m refusing to date men. I don’t need them. In that case maybe you can answer a question that I have. Why did I sign up to match.com about 30 minutes ago?

Already I have a man from Moseley called Mr_Marky asking if I would like to go to a comedy gig. I’m flattered, but I’ve only just joined. Mr_Marky, I do not really want you to take my online dating virginity.

Have I really resorted to this? Online dating? I never thought that would be me. I used to secretly snigger at those who used dating websites, and now I find myself alone eating Lindt chocolate searching through endless profiles in the hope that a Colin Firth lookalike will appear. Trust me, that’s not happening.

Since when was all this so hard work? And by hard work I mean tedious.