Showing posts with label gullible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gullible. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Queen of Gullible

One reason I have not blogged much recently is that most of my blogging has been about my love life, family and work. I try not to blog about work very much but occasionally I just have to or at least mention it in passing.



I decided a while ago that I was going to try to avoid blogging about my love life (or lack of) as writing about it seems to have an adverse effect. That leaves my family, I think I have blogged so much about DC & OJ going off to Uni and ET 's attempt to join the RAF there is little else to write and they deserve a break as do my readers.



Having just said I was trying to avoid it, I am now going to write about my love life. It could be that every man who ever comes near me, reads my blog and as soon as they are mentioned they cut loose. Now I know this is not the case, besides, very few people read my blog these days. I have even been keeping quiet on Face book. But last week I posted on Face book that I have been invited to the England v Australia Rugby International at Twickenham. (I should be on my way there now). Surely the curse wouldn't be activated by such a simple thing as saying I had been invited. I didn't say who had invited me. But obviously the curse even reaches my face book.



Perhaps you would like a little back ground information here. Why am I suddenly blogging about going to Twickenham when clearly I am not. Who was I going to be going with. What is all this nonsense about a curse. Or perhaps you are just wondering if I have finally lost all my marbles (it has been on the cards for 40+ years).



Why the curse?

Back in the early part of the summer out of the blue I saw Oxo again after 2 years. He told me that he had thought we had a good thing going before, when I went off and left him. (I wanted a proper relationship, he didn't). He agreed to try having a relationship even though he feels he isn't good at relationships. A couple of days later I mentioned him to PB (friend/neighbour/colleague) that I was seeing him again. It must have been less than 30 mins later that I received a text from Oxo saying that he was sorry but he would not be in touch again. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but as shocked as I was, I wasn't upset just bewildered.



Then, there was a new guy in my life fairly quickly after that (I have forgotten what I called him). He tells me that he is a trained councellor, he works with people who are terminally ill. He scolded me about my humour, I thought he was eccentric, but to cut a long story short, after weeks of emails we had a long chat on the phone which resulted in us agreeing to meet for a drink. That mid week drink led to an afternoon/evening the following sunday talking, holding hands and dare I say it, kissing. A few days later an another evening together and promises to go to a party together after my imminent holiday. Before we had met he had got me to open up to him about various issues. The flood gates had opened and I ended up telling him so much more than most people ever know about me. (he said he was honoured that I had told him). I mentioned this promising new man on my blog.



When I returned from my family holiday he didn't go to the party, or answer any of my emails or text messages. Eventually he confessed that he nolonger wanted to see me. He said I had told him too much plus he feels that I have more than my share of health issues!!! He couldn't cope with me being a diabetic, cancer survivor, but the last straw was my headaches (I get fewer now than in previous years). Ok his loss, I was not upset about losing him so soon but it was the way he went about it that got my goat.



But moving on within a week I met Spark, he had not been intended to be a love interest, he was a customer from work. We met for lunch which went too well, he asked to see me again the next evening. After many comments from a colleague at work about the big grin on my face I mentioned to her that I had seen one of our customers. Next day he told me that he didn't want to mess me about, he has a girlfriend and although it may not last he felt guilty about me.



I decided to give dating a break when I got a message out of the blue from a new man from a dating site that I don't set much store by, but have had a profile on for years. The message was different to most.......it was neither a 'hi fancy a chat' or a 'lets have some fun'. Neither of which instill me with much confidence. But this man got my interest, I have to be honest and say that just looking at his photo (which I quite possibly had done several times) I would not have looked any further. I replied by chatting about something on his profile. Soon the messages going back and forth became emails, phone numbers were exchanged (but not used.....that first conversation on the phone is difficult when you both have children who seem to congregate when you want a private conversation). Our emails became a daily ritual. We agreed to meet for a meal 3 weeks down the line. But then we both realised that it would be halloween weekend and he needed to see what his children were doing. (they are younger than mine).The day of our meal was fast approaching and no decision made whether our date would be this coming weekend or the following one (today).


Twickenham

On Friday morning he emailed me. He has tickets for England v Australia @ Twickenham (today) would I like to go with him and have a meal after. Now this is when I wrote my question on Face Book saying that I had been invited should I accept. Of course I did want to go but I had one small reservation in that it would be a very long day to be with someone I had never met, if it turned out that we didn't get on. (thats me trying to be sensible for a change). Before I left work I rushed off a quick reply (I would be out all evening) saying that it sounds good but mentioned my reservation about us not having met. Also would this be as well or instead of our meal the next day. Saturday came and went so did Sunday......nothing. I wrote to him saying that it would have been nice to be told that Saturday was definitely off as I could then ahve made other plans for my evening. It wasn't a nasty email, if anything it was apologetic in case I had missed something and he had already told me. But I have had enough of being treated badly so I was standing up for myself, expressing my right to be treated with respect. Monday and Tuesday came and went, still no word. By wednesday evening I was getting jittery about today. I sent a brief email saying he is obviously busy but could he please tell me what the plan was for today.

It is now Saturday lunch time the match is about to begin and I am still at home not having had a single word from him since he issued the invitation 8 days ago. Now I wonder if it is the curse of having mentioned his invitation even though I didn't mention him. Or is it that he is a jerk just like all the other men who have come and gone in my life. Perhaps he is one of the many 'time wasters' who lurk on dating sites, they like to email and chat but never actually meet. (He wouldn't be the first to make arrangements to meet me but then vanish when the day arrives). During a chat conversation last night I was asked if he is now History. As much as I know you want me to say yes, I can't.


Marles lost?

You see I have done a fair bit of thinking about this. On the face of it, he is just another one who has messed me about and for whatever reason, having reached this far has decided to just cut me off. There is always of course the simple explanation that he has not been near his computer or there is something wrong with it. But I have dismissed that idea for two reasons, he could phone me if that was the case. Plus his business is internet based so he would need his computer for his work......he wouldn't therefore go a whole week without it. So it is obvious isn't it, he has messed me about and now he doesn't want to know.


But maybe it isn't as simple as that, maybe he has a perfectly good explanantion and I will find out what that is when he eventualy gets in touch again. Maybe he is ill, (Swine flu is still rife). I don't know what the explanation is, but I think that if I am patient I will soon find out. You see from what he has told me about himself and his family I don't think he would just stop speaking to me, especially when his last email was to invite me out. Perhaps my email asking for a little respect upset him, I don't think so. It certainly wasn't a spitting my dummy out, type of email and even if it had been, I don't think it would have scared him. From what he has hinted at he has led quite a dare devil life in the past. A few words from me are not going to have him quaking in his boots. Besides I rather think that if he hadn't liked what I had said, he would have told me that, not just gone silent. Unless everything he has told me about himself is a complete and utter lie then I don't think he is the kind of person who would do any of this intentionally. It seem so out of character to me. But then again we all know that I am the queen of gullible.

Monday, 14 July 2008

gullible

Yesterday evening my youngest asked me to collect him and his bike which had 'a proper flat tyre' (I did ask him if that is better than a pretend flat tyre and is it the same as a normal flat tyre) from the village.




As I went out of the front door our cat shot inside. Because the door to the livingroom was shut I rang the doorbell, (so that one of the boys would open the door) and continued down the footpath. When I returned about 20 minutes later the cat was back on the footpath. I didn't think much about it.




Later in the evening DC told me that Nipper had rung the doorbell. DC and OJ then began to tell me that the doorbell had rung but when they opened the door no one was there but Nipper ran inside. Between them they have convinced each other that she had jumped onto the blue mail box on the wall by the door, pressed the bell then jumped down to wait for the door to open. They are convinced she was on the doorstep not in the hall. OJ thinks that she must have watched people press the bell and learnt that it makes us open the door. I am remaining taciturn on the subject. I know that for years Nipper has knocked on the door or the cat flap to be let in but how could these two supposedly bright lads of 17 and 20 really believe that she would ring the doorbell.


I was going to say that I have also been guilty of being gullible in the last 24 hours but I don't think gullible is really the right word to describe what my mischief has got me into. If you have read my post about Romeo over on battle the other day, you will know that we are getting back on track again. During our conversation last Monday he promised to upgrade his private phone so that he can contact me where ever he is. Yesterday we were having a very nice exchange of text messages over the course of 2 hours. Nothing exceptional about this except that he was in Thailand waiting for his flight back home.


Later after I had been to the gym (yes you read that right I forced myself to go to the gym for the second time since March), I was thinking about Romeo (nothing unusual about that as I have thought about him an awful lot in the last 4 months). I began to feel even more hot and bothered than when I was at the gym, I was turning myself on just thinking about him. I started thinking about our text messages earlier and whether I could turn them into a fantasy. Next thing (ok it did take more than a few minutes) I had written a new story over on LiR writes, Long distance arousal, writing this turned me on even more. Of course I ended up having a play, how could I resist?


Late last night I emailed my new story to Romeo to read once he had arrived back here. I never for one moment expected him to take me at my word and turn fantasy into reality. He began texting me in the middle of the day to let me know he was back. Then he was going to have a long sleep. So I was rather surprise to get a text from him at 7pm saying ...........


just awake for a few mins. read your story, what a lovely thought to actually make those thoughts a reality. I can just feel your nipples on my tongue and lips mmmmm


more text went back and forth then I found myself being persuaded to send him a photo........


dear Lir as if I need to tell you, I did inspire your story so its that one mmmmmmmmmmmm


A few more delaying tactics from me before finally I sent him a shy picture that showed more of my pretty bra than my nipple with the proviso that I won't be making a habit of this. (I know, I know, the past is the past and he doesn't have to know just how naughty I have been in the past.) I have extracted a promise from him to send me a new photo but I did say that it must include his smiling face so I am hoping he won't send me a rude photo, he did promise me months ago that he wouldn't. His final text for the moment..........


now i can go to sleep content xxxxx


Now we have to see if I have learnt a lesson here. Unless I want it to come true I mustn't send Romeo any more fantasies.