Mr Tix all boxes except mine

I was raised with optimistic and caring parents and find I now run around with a generous dollop of positivity (life still sucks don’t get me wrong). When I tried to ‘rescue’ my ex boyfriends with my positivity in the past, it failed miserably! I wouldn’t do that again. Unfortunately one of them was an addict and looking back now, it was an incredibly unhealthy and toxic relationship.

Now what I fail at is the casual, loosey goosey approach when I find a potential partner rather than a project. But I’ve tried. Man was I a loose goose with Mr Ticks All Boxes (let’s call him Tix for short).

This time last year, I dated Mr Tix for 6 weeks and then he strung me along for another 4 weeks ‘on hold’ before he finally told me he’d met someone else.

For 10 weeks I tried to be positive. I tried to be easy going because he ticked all of my boxes.

tick symbolSocial and friendly (had a great smile and was quite positive)

tick symbol Close to his family and a good group of friends. We actually had some friends in common!

tick symbolFit-  playing sport rather than being obsessed with the gym

tick symbolJob satisfaction

tick symbolVery attractive with a great head of hair and nice, neat beard

tick symbol Easy to get along with- we laughed a lot and talked about all kinds

His story was that he had just got out of a long term relationship of 10 years with his first love. They also owned a house together but had been broken up for approx 4 months.

I was seeing him at least once a week and we grew close quite quickly. I went to his house after 2 weeks but he asked me to park down the road as his ex was quite difficult and he didn’t want to cause waves whilst they still owned the house together. Of course. I was casual, positive, easy-going.

After about 4 weeks, he cancelled on our weekend plans as ‘the shit had hit the fan’. His ex found out he was seeing someone and lost her mind. She supposedly declared her love for him and asked him to take her back. When he said no, she used the house against him. She demanded more money in the buy-out settlement, threatened he would never see their dogs again and took all the remaining furniture. Even their bed! He said he needed time to process this and sort things out. Instead of our plans, he had a few friends (that I didn’t know) over to his place to help him drown his sorrows in beer.

That week he said he couldn’t see me anymore as it was all too much at the moment. I was so understanding (casual, positive, easy going).

Two days later, he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and we had to give this a chance. We were on again.

We kept seeing each other for another two weeks but there was quite a few nights he had to try and sort things through with his ex. They allegedly had to meet to try to negotiate the sale of the house and split assets. That’s cool.

At the 6 weeks mark, he was very stressed. He was trying to fix up things around the house to add value, clean it all, and then meet a range of real estate agents (that his ex also had to meet and approve) and then arrange for the house to be ‘dressed’ for inspections as she had taken all the furniture. It came to a head. He couldn’t see me anymore until this was sorted. We agreed to keep in touch and when the timing was right, if it was right for both of us, we could resume our romance.

We kept in touch and he text me and called me and said how amazing we were together but wouldn’t meet up.

At 10 weeks, he finally arranged a date with me!!!!!!! But I got strange texts all day. One of the last ones was worrying about wasting my time. He finally admitted, he was meeting up with me to give me the courtesy to tell me he had met someone else. I told him don’t bother and don’t contact me again.

I recently read Drew Barrymore’s book “Wildflower’ and there is chapter called ‘Door One’. She had just started seeing her now husband, Will and was over analysing everything.

Would sharing a life with someone mean I was no longer my own person but a ‘we’?….

How could I stay one of two, rather than becoming half of one…..

Just like anyone who is about to settle down, I started to examine everything.

I had already made my mind up about Mr Tix but he hadn’t and I just wanted to be in the running. Upon reflection, I think he had two girls ‘on the go’ and was weighing us up. The drinks with ‘friends’ to drown his sorrows included the friend he hooked up with. I worked in recruitment for 11 years and you always advise candidates of the recruitment and selection process, let them know of their status and provide them with feedback. Dating is the same process: several candidates, a couple are shortlisted and only one (should be) successful. But you never know the status of your application!! Its a blind process. 

Drew Barrymore’s friend, Liza, gave her this advise:

Everyone wants to overthink and analyse and take all the fun out of it and freak out, but the truth is you pick door number one. You choose the great person in front of you and you don’t play the game of Let’s Make a Deal and see what’s behind door number two because we are so conditioned to seeing what else is out there.

Of course Mr Tix was behind door number one. I was just waiting for him to choose me. Perhaps I was behind door number two and he wanted to give the other girl a chance first. I suspect he kept us both in the dark til he decided. My theory is that girls give door number one a chance and guys want multiple doors to open and like to play Let’s Make a Deal!

What’s your thoughts?



Do ghosts exist? Ghost fish, ghosting and dating ratings

My Dad grew up in a spooky old house in England and believes in ghosts so much so that Mum wouldn’t let him tell us kids the tales in case we had nightmares. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve actually met a number of ghosts in my life. These ones aren’t the scary variety though, they are the very alive and well, male variety that just disappears and never texts or calls you back ever again, ghosting. I used to say they must have fallen off a cliff. Maybe even then I was thinking of the sea.

There was an “incredibly rare” sighting of a ghost fish in 2016! Ghost fish sighted Unfortunately when trying to hook a fish from the dating pool, ghost fish are not rare.

My first ghost was a guy that I had met about three times and we hit it off straight away. We met at a bar (in real life!) danced, drank, talked, and he text me back over a number of days, but then started to get a bit vague about his work in the Army. However we met up again and everything was great. Then it happened…. he didn’t text me back. I was young and niave, he didn’t even text back to the angry taunts. I just couldn’t understand what had happened. He literally disappeared! In time, I assumed he probably had a girlfriend and had never told me the truth. This was army ghost.

Three years later, army ghost turned up again! He was submarining.

Most recently, I met a fishing enthusiast ghost! We hit it off online and without any drama arranged to meet on a Thursday night at a local bar and had a great date for about an hour and a half. He said goodbye saying he had a good time and agreed we should meet up again. As he hadn’t eluded to any need to progress things quickly I simply gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. Later, I messaged him my number. Strangely though, he messaged back online not through text and then told me he had a lot on this weekend with his brothers 30th.

It was the busiest time of his life.

Oh….that’s never a good sign. Sure enough I didn’t hear from him on my mobile number. A couple of messages went back and forth online with him still busy. Our last contact I tried to call him out. Simply put, “I don’t think you’ve been very truthful with me”. He disappeared forever without reply, possibly haunting other girls. I’ll never know.

But aren’t ghosts meant to hang around? I think a more accurate description is ‘disintegrating’. Rather than being in to you, they are dis-in to you. They are the opposite of being able to integrate into your life. And like a bad vampire movie, when they have to come into the sunlight they turn to ash and the ashes just float away on the wind.IMG_3039

Every guy I meet that I’m not into, don’t think it will work, or have something that’s come up, I speak openly and honestly.

“Nice to meet you but I don’t think there is a spark.” Or, “This isn’t what I’m looking for, all the best.”

Ghosting is such a cop out but they get away with poor communication and disrespect as there is no consequences. If I knew how to create a dating app, I would design it similar to Uber. You get a rating based on your treatment and journey with each other. Boy oh boy, the reviews would be an interesting read!

Greg ⭐️ smoked non stop

Kevin ⭐️ no eye contact

Luke ⭐️⭐️ clearly not over their ex

Mike 💩 tried to seduce me at 10:30am!

Matt 💩 is also talking online to my best friend

Dave ⭐️ turned up sweaty in his running gear after I had styled my hair so it would still look great in the winds at the beach!

All men 💩that couldn’t be bothered telling me he wasn’t that into me. Ghosted!

Let these relationships disintegrate.


The little starfish ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 star rating