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Thursday, 28 October 2010

The Conversation

I stood in the kitchen at work this morning with a tall red-head who divorced her husband last year, lost three stone, has legs to die for and recently bagged herself a new man. They returned from a holiday in the med on Monday. She was telling me of ‘the conversation.’
Yes; ‘the conversation’ reared its ugly head whilst sipping cocktails in a bar on the beach.
The ‘where is this relationship heading’ conversation.
Oddly enough he raised the topic, saying perhaps they should move in together. She slowed him down with I’m alright jack kind of attitude. ‘After all’ she said ‘if it ain’t broke…..’
She has financial independence, her own place and a man she can send home. No 'put the toilet seat down' type irritations nor squabbling over the duet. Heaven is it not?

Is it always the case that two people are never truly on the same page when it comes to what they want out of a relationship? Is there always one person less satisfied with things than the other depending on the stage of the relationship?

I’ve lived on my ‘own’ i.e. without a partner since 2005. Four years now and I think I can safely say I like being the boss of everything in my domain (evil laugh!). I like having the king sized bed all to myself and don’t miss doing another adults washing. I don’t mind doing all the house work; there’s no one to resent for not helping out. I make all the decisions and my word is final.

I wonder if in the future I meet someone and we end up having the ‘conversation’ how I would react; my problem being that I’m a romantic. Oh yes I want to be swept off my feet and fall madly in love but that doesn’t sit well with the every day reality of getting things done.

For starters; where exactly does a single parent who works 8 hours a day, travels for a further 2 hours a day with a kid who’s in bed by 7.30pm actually find love? (or even lust!)
How many dates could I miss because the baby-sitter pulled out before a guy lost interest?
Where do I find the energy to be all smiley-smiley when I really want to just drop from exhaustion most days?

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