Out of my league?

Just because a someone is attractive and successful does it mean they’re too cocky to approach?

Whilst on the outside it’s easy to assume ‘the hottie must be way out of my league’. But on the inside it can be a whole different story.

I’m speaking from a female perspective but I’m sure it works for males too. Did you know pretty girls are hated by the majority of the female population? Women are so bitchy. From shop keepers to hairdressers. Women look down at beautiful girls and speak to them like they’re inferior in an attempt to make them feel better about themselves. “She might be pretty but look what’s she’s wearing”.

Whilst out clubbing, men don’t approach the pretty girls because they’re frightened of rejection. They go for the girls who will guarantee them a snog and a cheeky fondle.

What do you think years of cold shoulders and rejection does to a person? Exactly, lower their self esteem. Many are the most modest, approachable people you can meet.

Next time you’re out and about and you see a pretty person, remember they don’t bite. Well, not much anyway!

Have you ever been told “when you stop looking, love will come along?”

Is there actually truth in this statement? Whilst being the only single left in your circle, you can’t help but think, your friends are just trying to be kind consoling you with this little white lie. But recently I’ve found myself debating whether it’s a fact?

I’m surrounded by tales from the dating world of people feeling hurt when they’ve been dumped from someone they’ve been chatting to online or have been on a couple of dates with. For some, there seems to be a fairytale built around what I would call ‘a few casual dates between two like-minded people to see if there’s a spark’. They already have themselves married, with the perfect cottage in the country with their little vegetable patch, and cute, freckled-faced perfect children in tow. Expectations seem to be high because they are on a mission to find the one. To earn a date with some of the ladies in the first place the guys must pass a series of online tests e.g. a literacy exam, a resistance to forward dick pics!

After each dating process, they never make the grade and the dater either do the dumping or get dumped due to the expectations overload. 

Have you ever been searching high and low for the perfect shawl to go with a dress but when you stop looking and the event has passed, you stumble across at least a handful of garments that would have been perfect?

The same can be said for love. When you’re putting pressure on yourself and your date to be ‘the one’ it takes the fun out of the date, and being in such a desperate mindset to find true love can only set yourself up for failure and pain when it’s all you live and breath.

Instead, I would like to read the tales from the dating world reading like “I have been so busy with life but I met this one girl who caught my eye. I thought we might as well go out for a date to have some fun. If it goes somewhere then great, if not, I haven’t lost anything.”

I’m certain when we become more relaxed about dating and reach the emotional intelligence not to care if things don’t go anywhere, then love will come along.

Dating Negativity?

Listening to all my single friends’ dating stories, there’s definitely a level or negativity towards prospective dates.

It seriously gets as simple as ‘this guy was out partying last night. We can’t be compatible because I’m more of a home bird’. Couldn’t the guy in fact have spent the evening secretly eating pizza at home alone sat in his underpants but simply wanted to impress you?

Does this negativity build up with every disappointing date attended? This will make it impossible to give people a chance. A certain degree of open mindedness.

A Bitter Pill?

Whilst reading tweets from single ladies, I couldn’t help but notice there’s a lot of man haters out there. Have we forgotten how to give people the benefit of the doubt after one too many bad dates? Tarnished with the same brush, the women seem to have united to form a defence system. They protect the tribe, and throw shade to all the men they date and it doesn’t go the way they long for it to. I’m certain it’s probably the same for the single males too.

It saddens me that such hatred can occur from a situation which mimics trying on various pairs of gloves to see which one fits. It’s nobody’s fault if a date doesn’t flow, it takes two to hold a conversation and the fact of the matter is, it’s just not the right fit! My pet hate is when less confident people project the blame on the other person saying they’re not fun. Everyone is fun in their own ways and fun is measured differently from each individual anyway. Who has the right to decide what’s fun and what isn’t? What saddens me more is knowing that this attitude towards dating is diminishing their chances of finding the one because they have already given up hope, have already decided what type of bad arse person this is before they go on the date. Besides, who’s going to find a man/woman-hater attractive anyway?

We all need to be more open to date on the mission to find love, and kinder towards those who we meet along the way. They’re the ones who give us the experiences that make us who we are today, after all.

Just your average dating story- sixth instalment

 

thFNS8HR6AJames and I had been on a few dinner dates and with every second spent together, my feelings grew. There was nothing that I didn’t like about this guy. He was intelligent, confident and adventurous, and made me feel good about myself. However, there was a constant dull aching in the pit of my stomach that this was only meant to be a casual thing whilst he was in the area. I could not help strong feelings developing, there was just something about him. Or perhaps it was just the wanting what you can’t have? Part of me wanted to run away from it, knowing that I was likely to get hurt when the time came for James to leave but it was too exciting to do so. We laughed hard, and played hard: James made me feel alive again. I also felt safe in his arms like nothing else mattered in the world when we were together. But this was too perfect, and I knew something this good couldn’t possibly last forever.

We were good in every situation, from the adult alone time which was passionate and exciting, to socialising with family and friends. I seemed to instantly click with anyone James introduced to me, probably due to the fact, we shared the same interests and sense of humour. One evening whilst watching a northern soul movie it was obvious that we shared an interest in the history behind the music scene. “I would love to go to a Northern Soul event” I explained. “Let’s do it!” the carefree James’ replied. And there and then we decided to go on a mini adventure to a northern soul weekender.

James picked me up on the Friday morning and we made the journey to Prestatyn. It might have been a long drive but the time flew by as we sang to cheesy radio classics and polished off the continental breakfast James bought along the way. I felt young and carefree, like I was driving to a rave once again. Upon arrival, we dumped our bags in the little ‘love shack’ and ventured out for supplies. We stumbled along the casual dining restaurant that reminded me of a school canteen. The menu consisted of the 70’s classics scampi and chips, and roly-poly pudding (just to remain in keeping with the event I’d like to think). There were guys already dressed in their finest bangs and ladies parading in their platforms ready to hit the dance floor. We were soon full of excitement back at the love shack, getting ready for the all-nighter, helped along by northern soul tunes and rum. Whist James was busy in the shower I couldn’t help but desperately practice some moves in the mirror after beginning to feel that I could be out-danced by these professionals. As we entered the arena James took the words right out of my mouth “wow”. The dance floor was packed with all ages shuffling, side-stepping and spinning. It was like a scene straight from the movie. This talent had obviously been hidden as these middle-aged pros were working their mundane lives as bank clerks, teachers and nurses. It was at these events that they were awoken. James, with his usual carefree air, just began doing his own thing on the dance floor. I could not help but get frustrated that I could not copy one single step that the professionals made look effortless. I soon asked a lady who was stood at the side to show me some northern soul moves. She taught me the basic shuffle step and insisted “there’s no right way of doing it, just feel the music.” “But that’s too much arse.” James could not help but chuckle “less arse is more”. I soon got drunk and didn’t care about the lack of northern soul in my moves. I was enjoying the music and the company, and that’s all that mattered. We danced until our feet hurt which meant we were shown up by the older couples still going at 4oclock in the morning. The following day was amazing as we canoodled on the beach (which involved me screaming as I was carried in a fireman’s lift as an attempt to throw me in the sea). We cozied up in cafes sharing coffee and cake, and wondered around exploring the North Wales seaside towns. By the end of the weekend, I was tired and hung over yet I still mustered a spring in my step. I never knew things could be so good, and I certainly didn’t want it to end.

Just your average dating story- fourth installment.

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It had been a few days and James still hadn’t called. ‘he’s just playing hard to get,’ I kept telling myself. I pondered, would I have been interested if he called as soon as we got back home anyway?… definitely not, I would have ran a mile. I just kept myself busy with the usual day to day chores. But then at times, the negative thoughts couldn’t help but creep in. Perhaps he genuinely wasn’t interested and just thought of me as a friend? It was me who asked to swap numbers after all and he was reluctant to give his out. Or better still, perhaps he’s gay? I presumed he wasn’t because he hunted me down with those primal stares but I could have misread the signals. It wouldn’t be the first time I had got it wrong. And then I would give myself a good talking to, ‘pull yourself together for gods sake, you are an attractive, intelligent woman who doesn’t let guys mess with her head’. ‘If this guy isn’t interested then it’s just not meant to be, and it’s his loss’. Just as I had talked myself out of being bothered about this guy, distancing myself, there was a text. Why do they do that? Just as you’ve gotten over the whole situation and laid it to rest, boom they catch you in their net again. It’s like they have a homing devise signally when that specific moment will be! The text was very basic “Hi It’s James from football. I was just wondering if you’d like to go for that drink sometime? x”. I appreciated the fact he typed a kiss on the end of his text. Not because it meant he loved me or anything high school like that but because it indicated that he was confident enough to use one. Naturally, now that I had gotten what I wanted, I was now questioning if I wanted it! The doubts kicked in, what if we are only good in the friends zone? Is there much point in starting something if he is only here temporarily? What is it with us, can we never allow ourselves to be happy? Naturally I wasn’t going to answer him for at least a day anyway. Call it payback. The power was now in my hands. James would be the one waiting by his phone, jumping up in excitement whenever he received a text (or at least that is what I told myself but we all know that men aren’t so hooked up on these things). By that evening, I had talked myself out of even going for a drink with this guy. I was concerned that it would end as all my dates had, with the guy being all over me, and I would be running for the hills. And this was a person that I didn’t want to have to turn down. He was a little too close to home for comfort and what is it they say? Don’t dump on your own doorstep. I left it until the next day to tell James, just to make sure that I made the right decision.

As soon as the text was sent, I felt a dull ache in the pit of my stomach. This didn’t subside. I felt a feeling of loss all that evening. The next day we were shopping with my parents in Bristol. But I felt on an old time low. Inside, I battled this by blocking out any James thoughts, and busied myself in conversation and laughing at my dad’s jokes. I was just hoping that there was no mention of my love life. There was nothing back from James. This made it worse because usually the guy would persistently text me in an attempt to win me over. But James obviously had more pride then this and decided to cut his losses. I respected him for this and craved him more. This made the realisation that I had made a huge mistake set in deeper. It was soon time for football club again, and I found the sexiest outfit I owned regardless of the fact we would be stood out in the cold for an hour. I mentally prepared myself to bump into James, harbouring both excitement and nervous feelings. We got there nice and early which was a mistake. I found myself a little jumpy, turning on my heels with my heart in my mouth every time a car pulled up. But as James’ brood somehow drifted in, I realised that he wasn’t coming. I held back the disappointment until my son was tucked up in bed. With the help of some Dutch courage from a bottle, I sent the text “I’m sorry, I think I made a mistake not going for that drink. It’s not often I meet guys I like. Is it too late?”. After what seemed like a lifetime waiting in anticipation, I received a reply, “Hi, it’s too late because I’m in London for a few weeks but we can go for that drink when I return?” I had never felt so relieved, which told me that I had made the right decision to change my mind. I also felt like an idiot for putting myself through all of this anxiety when James seemed so carefree about the whole ordeal.

Just your average dating story- third installment.

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The cute guy smirked, and replied slightly taken aback “yeah, I left my Christmas jumper at home today”.

After the holidays, we began chatting our way through the cold whilst waiting patiently for our monsters to be released. Which resulted in me unusually arriving at the pitch side ten minutes early, and suddenly planning what I was going to wear the for the next match day. We actually had a lot in common for example, we both seemed to have a desire to never settle in one place for too long on a quest to seek out new adventures. James wasn’t the ‘married man desperately seeking a flirt with a single girl’ type that I first decided (which would have been obvious if he wore a ‘My Light is on’ button badge, just saying!). He was actually just babysitting his cousin’s children after school and was taking them to clubs. And to add to the perfect scene, my son conveniently became best friends with his brood (yes, I know… It’s too much like something out of a chic flick).

As always, we shouldn’t get too carried away with these things. Nothing is forever after all. But one thing was for sure, I was having fun and enjoying this guy’s company, even if it was in the friends zone at this point. James felt familiar, he was laid back which made him ooze a warm, friendly ora which I’m sure, allowed him to instantly feel at ease with anyone he met, and makes him the sociable person everyone loves to be around, and invites to parties. However, it wasn’t the usual friend zone. This was new territory… I also fancied the guy and felt challenged by the things he said. For the first time in a while, I had met a guy confident enough to put me in my place if I was cheeky, and one who didn’t feel the need to keep reminding me ‘you’re gorgeous!’, ‘why are you still single?’ (a note to people going on first dates). More to the point, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the need to run away.

After a few days of chatting I decided there and then that the next time we met, I was going to drag us out of the friend zone by getting James’ number. It was a Sunday (meaning there would be a five-day window when we wouldn’t be seeing each other), which was the perfect excuse to request anyone’s number. I was cool, confident and playful, as I suggested “we should exchange numbers and go for a drink whilst you’re here”. I caught at the corner of my eye, my friend (the married one who was feeling slightly awkward standing next to us) suddenly looked dumbstruck! James coolly replied “yeah, good idea but I haven’t got my phone on me right now”. Part of me felt deflated, thinking that I had overstepped the mark, and he was making an excuse as to not give out his number. But I’m certain I didn’t show it. I thought what the hell, what have I got to lose? I conveniently found a pen in my handbag and wrote my number on the back of James’ hand. As our hands connected I felt something, I’d hate to say a spark because that is too much of a clinche’. I was certain that James found my confidence hot and I felt sexy and seductive even if nothing came of it. After James was dragged away by the force of his hungry brood, I turned around to my friend and said “you’re shocked I had the balls to do that aren’t you?” and she replied “Yep, I was impressed!”

Does seeing someone attract other potential partners?

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Am I alone in thinking love interests are like buses… None show up and then they all come at once?

In the past I have experienced long dry spells of serial dating but nothing ever getting past the second or third date. But then over the last six months, things have been somewhat different. I have been in new territory, a period of permanently seeing someone one after the other whether that be for a month at a time or more.  It appears that being found attractive by someone, attracts others, and this has lead to interesting (and interested) guys coming out of the woodwork.

Perhaps when you are coupled up (whether it is deemed to last or not) you radiate a happiness or a self-confidence in which the opposite sex detect and prey upon? Or maybe this is just another example of how giving up online dating has opened up new opportunities which had gone unnoticed before now? It will be interesting to see if the ‘My Light is on’ pin badges will help others to find love interests the organic way by erasing the issues of being dubious whether the hot girl or guy in the supermarket is single and is looking to date, as well as being a conversation starter!

Let us make this campaign happen!

I had a “I need a ‘My Light is on’ pin badge” moment today!!!

Whilst standing in the queue for my latte today, I most definitely was reminded about what this campaign is all about. I felt some piercing eyes burning the back of me as the queue was slowly shortening. I did not dare to turn around because the space between us was too little for comfort.

After I had politely and confidently demanded my coffee (to impress of course), and I was free to negotiate space, I was pleasantly surprised to see an attractive guy stand before me. He kept checking me out every time he thought I wasn’t looking. But that’s the funny thing about us women, nothing gets past us even if we don’t even flinch. This little game went on for a good five minutes whilst we were waiting for our orders until I was given mine and was sent on my way.

I could not help wonder what would have happened if we were both wearing our ‘My Light is on’ pin badges? Do you think we would have looked at each other’s and smirked? We would of course also had a conversation starter ‘so, you’re single too?’

Well, hopefully this experiment will begin improving our approach to meeting people. But remember, it will take a while for this campaign to spread so help it along by sharing our posts, blogs and tweets with all of your single friends.