I got a funny reaction to my blog yesterday, when I announced I wanted a date.
A friend posted on Facebook that I needed “a toy boy fling”, which is entirely the opposite of what I have in mind.
I want to talk to a man I don’t know and watch for sparks. I love talking to my male friends, they’re a blast. But it’s not about sparks, it’s way too comfortable. I want to be out of my comfort zone.
Do you know what I mean? The unknown quantity that might or might not lead somewhere. The verbal sparring, the frisson.
Each to their own, but I’m also not on the same page as another Facebook friend who loves going out to dinner by herself.
I’m not bothered by spending time alone, I don’t need to fill every minute of the day with interaction. I love a quiet curl up on the lounge, but when I go out to dinner, I want to have a laugh with someone else.
And right now I’d particularly like it to be a bloke.
I was with Husband for 23 years, which made interaction with the opposite sex very vanilla. Sure, there may have been the occasional flirty word, but generally I wasn’t looking at men in that way.
Now I really LOOK at them and I want to know what they’re actually like – the single ones – when it’s not just about polite chit-chat.
And maybe I’ll change my mind on this score, but I don’t want to have a fling, especially not with someone who hasn’t got partner potential. I’m not saying I’m looking for a partner – it’s waaaaay too soon for that – but I’m not interested in wasting time on someone who isn’t on my wavelength.
I want to plunge into the deep end with men who ARE on my wavelength and sink or swim.
Sinking is fine, swimming is awesome and toyboys need not apply.
This book a gorgeous fellow tawny-tressed friend gave me as a housewarming gift could prove very useful …