I thought we had something special, something precious – but clearly I was mistaken. The long-term, loving commitment I believed we shared has been shown to be nothing more than a romantic fantasy on my part. Yesterday, to my horror, I discovered that some of you have been reading other blogs behind my back!
It’s no good you claiming these other blogs meant nothing to you or that you can change. I think we both know better. You don’t see WordPress as a matchmaker or duenna, no you see it as some sort of brothel of the mind! It exists just to deliver some cheap tart for you to read and then cast aside – just a way to satisfy your carnal, reading urges.
After crying myself to sleep last night, I have come to realise that this isn’t my fault and I mustn’t blame myself. I must be strong, I must learn how to carry on! I will survive! I have no desire to live in a soi-disant “open relationship”, but I suppose I must learn to extract a modicum of joy from our tawdry literary couplings – at least until I can find a more sustaining blog relationship.
All of which foolishness reminds of how little progress I have made on my promised dating “project” (viz none whatsoever). As I commence my fiftieth orbit of our local star I have resolved to tackle this lack. If nothing else, the delay (coupled with my recent Playdate – not a real date) has brought insight. Whilst I clearly am planning to date for the amusement value and to provide much needed content for GofaDM, what I am most seeking in a date is…
… an audience.
You have been warned! But at least I am being upfront about this. I’m not hiding my desires behing a screen of seeking companionship, long walks or perhaps “something more”. I want someone to listen, laugh where appropriate and provide encouragement for more of this sort of nonsense. Any takers?