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Adventures of a Single Girl…

Cougar Hunting

It’s a Jungle Out There and Young Guys Love Cougars

On the weekend I’m off to a function at a Melbs CBD pub that I quite like. I’m co organising it with a friend and it’s for a Meetup, and I suggested that pub because they have a band play on the weekends. It should be a great night for people who want to get out from behind their keyboards and phones and have fun with similarly minded peeps.
But, this morning I remembered another night I had there a while back.

Trophy Hunting

I’d met Sean online, as I do. We seemed to have some things in common. We both barracked for the same footy team, which is rare in this town, because my side is one of the smaller, less popular ones. That wasn’t what made me decide to meet him, but it was a good start.

When we did meet, it was at this pub for a few Friday night drinks.

He looked just like his picture, but that didn’t meant that I was all that attracted. For a scrawny bugger, he could sure put the pints away, but he was also buying my drinks- and getting the order right- which were two positives for the time being.

He set his sights on me, his next cougar- though that's not a title I accept


Cougar Qualities

I found that during our conversations, he would say, ‘oh you like chocolate? Tick.’ But he said it so often that I could almost picture the mental list he had in his head. And it was minor things as well as major. I’d say chocolate is minor, in this case, as it’s not exactly uncommon to like chocolate! I do the ‘tick’ thing occasionally too – in my head!! I’m not overly verbal about it, and not to the person to whom the tick applies!

Then, from across the table, he told me that if he kisses me it means we’re together. I nearly dropped my drink. How’s the presumption? And of course, quick sticks smart ass me said, “actually, I can tell you that if you kiss me it does not mean we’re together.” I must admit though, I kinda wanted him to kiss me just so I could show him that we’re were not an item.

He didn’t love my response, but then it also didn’t matter what he thought because a kiss does not a relationship make.

But another part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to kiss him. The drinks had loosened me up, and I was trying to have a good time, but I wasn’t completely sure about a pash, at that point.

All Whiskers, No Mane Event

Within minutes of the kissing convo we’d made our way to near the dance floor, now that we had a few drinks in us. The band had started, and had drawn us and plenty of others to the floor.
I was more than a bit awkward about going to the dance floor as I’d been there just 6 days earlier with a guy 45 times hotter than he was and had NO problem pashing him as soon as I could). Suddenly, Sean he was kissing me. But I tell you, hmmm, not so much. He does heaps of little bird kisses. Kinda annoying. And his goatee was a bit bristly or something. Besides, being on the same dance floor as I’d been with Hotstuff, I couldn’t help but compare the two. And, he was coming off a very distant second. Hotstuff was like a hot lion, Sean was more like a hyena hanging around, waiting to try to get into the game.

Cougar Town. She's gorgeous but I'm a gorgeous woman, not a cougar.

Coy Cub

A few minutes later when we found a booth and had a bigger pash, he didn’t really go for it. I thought, is that how he’s going to be when we shag? IF we ever shag?!! Hmmm. He got really embarrassed when some people at another booth started whooping and hollering at us but I just laughed it off. When we kissed again and they did it again I told him just to keep going. What’s the issue? Maybe he was self conscious about his kissing style. He had good reason to be, that’s for sure!
The conversation continued like a checklist. He wanted to know if I’d get all het up about a tea cup not being washed straight after it was used. Like I care?!! No, told him, who gives a rats about that stuff.

Cougar Town

Then he said I reminded him of a particular friend of his mum but that apparently I was a hybrid of several of them. My stomach turned. Hello, that’s not a compliment to a young woman! Admittedly I was about 8 years older than him, but gimme a break! When I reacted, and asked if he had a thing for older women he admitted that he’d gone out with a woman THIRTY years older than him for 3 years!! He was 19 and she turned 50 while they were together. I mean, we all have a past but what the fuck?!!
I think I was stunned speechless. I mean, come on!! It explains why he was keen on me, and didn’t mind the age gap but I suddenly felt very self conscious, and as though the whole thing had been a cougar hunt.
I don’t consider myself a cougar, and in fact, I’m often offended by it. The fact that I might occasionally be attracted to a guy who’s younger than me does not mean that I’m a cougar. The very word denotes that I’m just hanging around waiting for younger guys to hunt me and that’s far from the truth. I’m nobody’s kill, as it were. And although my name is Kit, if I’m going to be any type of cat, I’d be a gorgeous lioness.

Cuddly Cub

Anyway, he seemed fairly affectionate, and clearly he was interested in me, but I just couldn’t get past the itchy beard and strange expectations of us before we’d even started. I fully understood that he was lonely, and he’d told me that several family members had told him that he needed a girlfriend.
The next day I chatted with a mate of mine, and he said that Sean would probably be a good boyfriend. But, is it fair to keep someone around for the boyfriend experience? Sean seemed keen to do casual things like come over to watch movies (and I can tell you, it wasn’t likely to be a Netflix & Chill situation any time soon). I vaguely considered a shopping and lunch day with him because I thought it was casual enough not to be a full on date.
But in the end, I decided it just wasn’t fair to him to do that to him, and I friend zoned him instead. I can’t consciously use people, it’s just not in me. And frankly, this guy was just too odd for me and I have my own list for all the reasons I didn’t like him.

First date questions, and what turned me off

This first date reinforced to me that no matter what kind of guy crosses my path, I have to be me, and maintain my own standards. Using people isn’t me. And trying to like someone I don’t just won’t work. And it’s not fair to anyone. My time is more precious than that, and so is his.

Anyway, this time I’ll be there with good friends, and a great guy I met a little while back. His company is so wonderful that Sean will be but a moment of my past. In fact, I must tell you about him sometime…..


P.s. we did remain friends, and he, Gal Pal and a guy friend of mine, and I went out for New Years Eve. We all hung out together but then as midnight approached, we hit the dance floor. And, would you believe it, within minutes he’d scored himself a pash. WITH A GUY. They went home together, and when I texted him the next day to check he was okay (as far as I know he’d never been with a guy) he didn’t reply, and I never heard from him again. Wowser!

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Daydream believer

The other day I heard a chick on the radio. She was hoping to win $5000 and they asked her what she’d do with the money if she won. She said she’d be off to the Amalfi Coast. My immediate thought was, “wanker.” Upon reflection, I realise that my judgement says more about me than her. While the Amalfi Coast has never crossed my mind as a dream destination, there was a time when dream destinations were constantly in my thoughts.

Nowadays, I’d be lucky if I could afford a trip down the GOR (Great Ocean Road), let alone flights, luxurious hotels and whatnot. But maybe that’s more my fault than I’d thought. Maybe I’m just not aiming high enough. My financial situation has defo taken a nose dive in the last few years and online dating has shown me time and time again that if you’re not travelling, you’re no one. Well, that’s not my opinion, that’s just the hundreds and thousands of guys who think that by travelling, and showing off their trips to the Taj Mahal, Great Wall, Grand Canyon, and of course those all essential pics of them withDaydream 21.07.15 tigers in Thailand, that it’s me who’s the odd one out for not having three overseas trips a year.

It’s true, the last overseas trip I had was my honeymoon, in 2007. Since then I had a few interstate trips, Darwin, Port Douglas, multiple trips to Sydney, Perth, but nothing overseas.

And, since my financial adjustment, I’ve put all hopes of ever going overseas again on the backburner. It’s been no big deal for me, I’ve coped, but for guys I date, it seems that not having a holiday booked in the next quarter means I’m not a go getter, not ambitious enough. That’s okay, that’s their opinion, and I just leave them to it, and watch them drive off into the sunset back to their single bed in their parents’ house, complete with mummy cooking dinner and doing their washing.

This is the type of guy who is too immature to use the word ‘date’ and thinks that drinks is an acceptable first ‘catch up’ (as they like to call it). They’re non committal in all areas and it shows. They often seem to think that I’m rich because I have my own house and it doesn’t ever occur to them to buy me a drink, it’s always Dutch; well, why would they want to show interest? They mightn’t even last until the end of the drink, let alone further, so they’re sure as hell not going to invest in me or our outing.

Instead, I go off to my house and the mortgage that I pay for and which will provide me with security and stability for the rest of my days on this earth. And, I look out for someone who’s present, looking for a relationship, and not gallivanting constantly, and who wants to make a life that includes me. And if I don’t meet him, I’ll keep on keeping on. I’ll live in my house, go on day trips, and live my life knowing that I haven’t sold myself short by accepting less than that on which I’ve set my hopes, with plenty of fun had along the way.

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“You can go your own way, You can call it another lonely day…”

Unlike the way I usually meet men, online, I actually saw this guy at the pub one night. Don’t get excited, I’m not as outgoing and confident as one who might have approached him. I saw him across the room and he reminded me of a guy I’d dated a while back but with whom things had drawn to a halt somewhat prematurely.

But anyway, Phil was tall, somewhat familiar looking and having fun with his mates. That’s always attractive. I was there with a male friend and one of his female friends. I pointed him out to my mate but of course, made no moves.

About a week later, I was shopping on eHarmony and saw his face appear before me. Always the one to be a little bold with a profile and keyboard at my disposal, I contacted him.

eHarmony is a very long winded bloody process. Too long, too long winded. No doubt you’ve seen the ads, they say that it’s “for when you’re ready to meet the love of your life.” I disagree with that for a lot of reasons.

To get set up, and to take full advantage of their match making system, you need to set aside a nice long weekend to fill in the hundreds of questions that they give you. I’Questionnaire 2 14.07.15m not kidding. I filled them in several years ago and though I’ve seen a few flash up more recently that I wanted to change the answers of, I could neither figure out how, or find the time to redo the whole damned lot.

And, on the matches screen, while it says there are x amount of matches, there are three or four times that many men on that same screen. Sooooooooo, how confident are they in the x matches that they’ve supposedly hooked me up with?

But I digress……….. to contact Phil l, I had to send him 5 questions to which he would receive corresponding picklist options, that he would choose from and send back to me, or he could write a brief answer, along with 5 questions of his own. And he did.

So he had a modicum of interest in me at that point.

Mine are listed below…. with his chosen response.

1.If you decided to stay at home for the evening, would you tend to: watch a movie

2.Which of the following indoor activities sounds like the most fun to you? Watching a video

3.What best describes your attitude toward work? It’s just how I earn money to enjoy the rest of my life

4.How important is it to you that your partner be accepted by your family and friends? Not important at all, their opinions would not influence me.

5.How would you describe your verbal intimacy skills? I am extremely comfortable talking about my innermost needs and desires.

I specifically asked him those questions because I don’t want a workaholic, I do want someone who can communicate, and make his own decisions. The movie/ video responses were okay, but not necessarily what I was looking for. But the other three questions were important.

So, after I’d decided that I’d gotten some answers I was happy with, I responded to him with my Makes & Breaks. When setting up my profile, apart from filling in about 400 questions, I chose from an extensive list of options.

My Makes are: Communicator, Sense of Humour, Emotionally Healthy, Verbal Intimacy, Able to Accept Help, Style and Appearance, Sociability, Tolerant, Emotionally Generous, Loyal.

My breaks are: Infidelity, Drugs, Cheating, Lazy, Victim Mentality, Mean Spirited, Judgmental, Addictions, Self- Centred, Pessimism.

Phil responded with his and we had quite a few in common.

So, I continued with the next phase of the eHarmony process and sent him the 3 Dig Deeper Questions. Here, we ask each other questions which are written by the site, but the respondee gets to write a free form comment back. They’re only restricted by character limits.

Phil replied to mine, I was happy with what I received and I replied to his questions.

The next stage is eHarmony emailing. I sent him a message telling him a little about myself. That was at the end of April, and it brings me to another issue I have with this site.

At no stage during the eHarmony process can you tell someone you’re no longer interested, or that you don’t think that you’d be compatible. The only way you can do that is by not responding. The trouble with that is that if you’re waiting for someone to reply to you, you’re just waiting, not knowing if one of the above applies, or if they’ve just they’ve taken a break from the site, or whatever!! You’re there just wondering and waiting! If there’s one thing I DON’T want from a dating site, it’s the not knowing and wondering that happens when you’re actually dating- and I want that briefly and minimally, and with a little impact on my ego as possible. I also don’t want to cause any anguish to anyone else.

So after sending Phil an email, I got nothing. Not a thing. I just figured something in my email had lost his interest. All good.

And then I got an email, in the second last week of May. In it, he apologised for his tardy response, and said he finds the site completely backward, and has had trouble getting on it. I wasn’t surprised about that because the mobile app can be very difficult.

I could’ve thought that was an excuse, but then he gave me his mobile number and his email address, which actually included his surname. So, I took that to be a sign that he was still interested. Wouldn’t you?

After having been kept waiting for a month, I decided to throw caution to the wind, and I rang him. I don’t often ring men, especially those I haven’t met, but it was different with him, because I’d seen him. At the very least I know that he’s a real person, and that his picture is of him and is a good likeness. So I dialled….

And he answered and we had a lovely chat for about 15 minutes. We live near each other (which we both knew from the site) but it was confirmed and among other things, we talked about places we go to in the area and things we do. I ended the call but before I did, he suggested we talk again and next time we could discuss making plans to get together.

I felt that to be good progress.


I texted him about a week later and we went back and forth. Then nothing for a few days and I texted him again, with good response. But again, nothing for a couple of days and then I texted him. He sure responded again but then I gave up on him because he hadn’t texted for a few weeks.

At the end of June he texted and apologised for not replying sooner and explained he’d been busy but the next week looked good and asked if perhaps I’d be interested in ‘catching up’ with him then? Well firstly, I felt so honoured that after yet another month he threw me a bone and bothered to text me at all!! And then to ask if I’d be keen to ‘catch up’ with him?? Well, wowee!! Look at me! Aren’t I the luckiest girl in the world?? Fuck off idiot.

What a wanker.

I took a couple of days to reply and then sent a brief, “Heya Phil, next week sounds possible. Keep in touch.” I deliberately didn’t sound too interested because frankly I wasn’t. Not any more. I’d given him ample opportunities to get to know me, arrange a date, but no.

I’m a big believer that guys and girls are different and we have different ways of doing things and communicating, especially regularity and timing of such. But regardless, if you’re keen, and you’re already engaged in conversation with a woman, just do what you say you’ll do and make the date. I’m not going to chase you once I’ve made it very bloody evident that I’m interested in going out with you. So bugger off now.aint nobody 14.07.15

Given his pattern, it’s likely that I’ll hear from him in a month. That’s his choice. But it’s my choice as to whether I want to be available to him when that time comes. And for now, I think not. If I’m bored at the time and maybe want a night out, perhaps. But it’ll largely be on my terms, so most likely if he does bother to contact me I’ll be turning him down.

And don’t worry, this girl waits for no man. All of this was going on while I was continuing my online shopping spree and going on other dates.

And re: eHarmony- it’s not when you’re ready to meet the love of your life; it’s when you’re ready, they’re ready, you’ve both got a heap of time on your hands, no other distractions, no plans for the next 6 months and on top of that, you’d better have luck on your side that all the time and effort you put in actually pays off with a so called match with whom there’s mutual attraction and genuine ability to get along well.

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“Help me if you can I’m feeling down And I do appreciate you being ’round…”

Keen observers will have noticed that I haven’t posted as much this week as I usually do. Alas, I’ve been sick. And, as per my comments in “… it’s just emotion taking me over” where I talked about emotional needs not always being met when you’re single, you don’t always have someone to look after you when you’re sick either.

For me, it’s been that way even when I was married.

My ex husband was a Leo, very vain, and always paranoid that he’d get sick when I was sick. I worked nights and he worked days, but if I was sick, he really didn’t want me there in case I infected him, and if I was coughing, I’d keep him awake and that would upset him and disturb his sleep. So I either went to work despite the gravity of my illness or was stuck on the couch- more often than not, I just went to work. The couch was comfy enough but apparently not far enough away from the bedroom in which he slept. I got used to not having someone play the nurturing role.

One time, we were on holidays and during the day, while we were out and about, he wasn’t feeling very well. We changed our plans so that we were doing less active things, to accommodate him. We decided to have a quick pub dinner (he wanted to eat) and go back to the hotel room instead of staying out for the evening as we’d planned. But by the time we got back to the hotel, it was me who was much sicker of the two of us.

My head was pounding so hard that I was begging for a hammer to just give me one final blow and finish me off. I was so hot and feverish that I was on the bed writhing around in just my undies, trying to make myself as comfy as possible. I wanted to sleep it off but the pain just wouldn’t let me. I kept trying to crack my stiff neck in the hope that my head pain would be relieved. But it didn’t happen. Everything hurt, and nothing felt normal. As the driver in the household, when we used to arrive at destinations, I always took notice of where the hospital and other essentials are, so I knew where in which direction it was and was trying to get him to call a taxi and take me, but he refused. I kept begging for a hammer, for the hospital and reeling off my symptoms because I was convinced that I had meningococcal meningitis or something but he kept saying no, you’re not so bad. I don’t generally know all the symptoms of such illnesses but remember a few years ago Man cuddles 13.07.15there was that outbreak in Australia? That’s how I knew them, but as he was saying I was fine, I figured maybe I didn’t know them as I thought I did.

It felt like hours that I endured that pain, but I’m not sure how long it was. I knew I had nothing with me that I could take. I asked him to ring the concierge to find out where the nearest convenience store was (that city doesn’t have ANY 7-11s) and he wouldn’t do even that. I had to ring downstairs and find out where it was. Lucky for me he said he’d go with me to the shop. So I got dressed and we walked around two corners to the other end of the block and I got some Panadol.

Back to the hotel, I took the tablets and within half an hour I was in the bathroom in my undies, sweating and nauseous as all get out, sitting on the cool floor with my back against the cold wall, trying to cool myself down with a sopping wet hand towel. While I was in there, for AGES, I could hear the tv on the whole time. After about half an hour I started vomiting, chucking up my guts!! About ten minutes later the door opened and my husband walked in to check on me. He’d been too busy watching bloody Jonathan Ross to care about how I felt!! I asked him why he hadn’t come in sooner and he said he doesn’t like someone being there when he’s vomiting. I responded that I’d only just started vomiting but had been in there for ages, on my own, miserable and he just hadn’t bothered. He didn’t really have an answer for me. I’d never been so disappointed and let down by him.

After I felt better, I sorted myself out and went back into our room. Again I started reeling off the symptoms I was feeling and said, “apart from the rash, I swear it’s meningococcal meningitis.” And then, and theeeeeenn, you know what he said? “Oh no, you had a rash all down your back.” Are you fucking kidding me??? I wanted to belt the shit out of him and push him out the window of our high rise hotel. So there was the man I loved confirming that for hours and hours the symptoms I’d been suffering from were those typical of this debilitating illness and he’d stopped me from going to the hospital and had left me to my own devices while I writhed around on the floor trying to cool myself down. Who does that????Cuddles 13.07.15

Besides which, I rarely vomit! I’d vomited maybe three times during our marriage, (at least one other time he left me to my own devices and I’d woken up on the cold bathroom floor the next morning- but that was due to too much of the wrong alcohol!), and so rarely that it scares me and I cry. So he should’ve known better than to leave me there on my own.

After my ex husband and I split up, a mere 2.5 months after the above incident (are you surprised, really???) I quit my night job and embarked on the long journey of resetting my body clock to that of a person who sleeps at night and is up and active during the day.

It took about 6 months and in that time I was sick over and over again. Colds, sinus, fluish things. It was hell. And I was alone pretty much the whole time. I didn’t want people seeing me like that and most of my family lives an hour away, too far to just drop in with a pot of soup. So I suffered alone and each time I got better, I got on with life, did my washing, cooked good meals (that I wasn’t as up to cooking when I was sick) socialised with my friends, tried to get back into the world, but then of course, I got sick again.

I’ve always found that the night hours home alone are the loneliest. And, when you’re trying to switch from night to day, and struggling with that, getting sick all the time, one long, sick night can feel like a week. Noone is around, friends are sleeping soundly in their homes, as are family. You do what you have to do, and you get through it, until the next time.

So believe me when I say that I’m used to being alone and sick, but it doesn’t mean I like it. I have fave sick foods, drinks, depending on the illness. I’m as careful as I can be to avoid getting sick but it’s not always possible. I know some people think that I’m overly cautious, particularly in winter months, but I have to be and they’re not there to look after me when I’m sick (nor would I expect them to be, but they can also keep their judgments to themselves). They hear about it on fb and send their best wishes, but, to protect themselves, they don’t visit. And that’s not so bad. I generally don’t want people seeing me at my worst. A couple of times friends have offered to bring me dinner and such, but generally I say no. I shouldn’t, and that’s my issue. I’ve been getting better at accepting people’s help lately, so maybe next time.

I’m extremely lucky that it’s not a real disease or something debilitating. My illnesses are, thankfully, short lived, though unfortunately repeated, but I realise that there are people out there who are much worse off than I am, who are doing it hard constantly.

To keep in touch with the world, and to have someone to date when I’m better, when I’m well enough, I keep up with my online dating. Guys often offer to come and look after me. As if. I don’t assume they’re all sleazes. Some are definitely genuine and care. They keep up the texts, sometimes too much. Recently I had two guys who kept texting multiple times a day. It was almost too much, especially as one of them kept telling me what to do, “dry toast, keep your sugar levels up, have you eaten, it upsets me that you’re constantly getting ill, why did you exercise, you knew you weren’t 100%!” It was sweet of him to care but I did have to tell him to mind his own business. Oh and when he texted and asked me how recent my pic on What’s App was (we were texting, not on WA), he’d gone waaaaaaay too far. Stalker much?

Anyway, these texts (annoying as some of them were) and those of my friends and family, are what help keep me going when I’m sick. This time, my dad texted and said he was going to drop in. I asked him to bring me ice cream as I was out and my throat was killing me (well, it was severe tonsillitis) but what I really wanted was a cuddle. I’d turned down all sorts of offers from guys online, but just needed one from a familiar person. And I got it, thankfully, and I had about four little tearies in the arvo leading up to his arrival. But I want more, and from a guy who wants to be there to give it.

Despite not having a husband who looked after me when I was sick, I really do want someone who would. I’ve survived without it, but we women survive without a lot of things that we’d really rather have. I mean, we survived without balayage and shellac, didn’t we? But as soon as we knew we could get them, we wanted them, and now we’d rather not live without them.

Having someone to look after me when I’m sick means more than that. I should have someone who I don’t mind seeing me at my worst, and who doesn’t think twice about being here for me in those times; who puts their own health at risk by looking after mine. I’ve done it for my ex husband and other guys, so where is the guy who’ll do it for me? It shouldn’t be so hard to find, surely?

The good thing about being sick is that between the painful swallows, the during the night medication taking, and wondering if I’ll ever get better, I’ve had time to think. I’ve remembered all those guys who didn’t hang around long enough, and those who were there for me in other ways if not as my nurse maid (McHotties and McSteamies are welcome to apply for future illnesses), so there’ll be plenty of stories upcoming. Stay tuned, dear, patient Kit fans and I might just be able to restore our faith in men yet, or keep us all entertained at least.

Oh, and I’ve never watched an ep of Jonathan “Woss” since that night.

(Help, by the Beatles, but we’re in Australia, so it’s the Farnsey version to which I relate.)


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“Someone like You”

Many of us have types. For a long time, my type was pretty much: rangas. Shut up, I like them. I married one. In fact, Michael Voss was my fave for many years before that. He was my bf, even though he didn’t know it (and he was married, and you know I don’t go for married men).

But since my divorce, my ‘type’ has been more open. Sure, I still gravitate towards the odd ranga but I’ve had my eyes opened to all sorts. Some girls I know are very specific: bald, black, short. One, or all at once. Not me though, I’m living the single life and I assess every man as he comes. But, I defo know what I don’t like.

Occasionally though, I look at someone I’m keen on and think, wow, he looks like ‘insert name here’. If it’s a little bit, I don’t mind too much, but there was one time when it was really obvious and when I realised, I freaked and rangaed out.

I met Rick online, as per. His pic wasn’t crystal clear but what I could see was decent enough. We talked and got to know each other well online and via text. When I showed his pic to a friend she thought he looked like my ex husband. I figured, well, no biggie, they’ve got similar hair colour, that’s about it.

Anyway, for a few different reasons we didn’t meet for ages. When we did, we arranged to meet after work in a pub. I got there first and found a spot. When he walked up, I nearly fell off my bar stool. He looked so much like my ex husband, but broader. I tell you what, I’m not one who’s usually short for a word, and when I get nervous I talk even more. So that night, I reckon I said more words in an hour or two than I did all day. It was shocking, completely put me off my game.

He seemed nervous but I was worse. I’m not the nervous type, generally, and I enjoy dating, so usually it’s no biggie. But every time I looked at him it freaked me out.

I had to go elsewhere after our date, so I cut it pretty short, but the whole way home I felt weird. He was keen to meet again but I think I told him I couldn’t date him and we could only be friends. I can’t remember but I try to be honest, and we have been friends, so it figures.

The next time I saw him was ages later, and he still looks heaps like him. I’m not sure I’m cured of my ranga penchant, but I sure know that I don’t want to date one who looks anything like my ex! Poor guy, he didn’t stand a chance.

Have you ever found yourself dating the same person twice?

Btw, I’m not an Ed or Rupert fan- pic is just to show how similar people can look!

Xx Kit

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