I have recently enjoyed reading a friend's blog. At 44, she is successful in her career, motivated, driven and ambitious (just like I used to be). Her life is exciting, she has time for the gym, hot dates and diet clubs. Her stories of her search for a man have me in stiches. She wants to change aspects of her life, yet her I am craving all of those things. Two ex holiday reps that lives are parallel lines, yet entirely different. Are we unhappy? I think not. It's all about wondering what it would be like had we both turned a different corner when we got off the flight from Gatwick all those years ago. Her contains a lot about what she actually does;full of a busy life. Mine seems to be about what other people do and what I dream of.
I had a crazy dream about a lady that I used to work with quite a few years ago. She looked like an 80 year old barbie doll dwarf and made trout pouts fashionable. In my dream she had a complete hissy fit that I pointed out that she was older than me. She must be about 70 now. My dreams have gone a little bit crazy. Is this my hormones I wonder? Linked with my rotting eggs? I only had mad REM sessions like this when I was up-the-duff.
Now back to Singleton V Smug married. Is having a relationship the be-all-end-all? Yes, I know its easy to say that when I have been in a relationship for eleven years sharing surname and bath towels. A friend that recently split up from her husband cited the reason: "We were like best friends/it was like being married to my brother?". No shagging then, but seriously what is wrong with that? The jiggy jiggy does not last forever. Does anybody have it all? I could quite easily be married to one of my closest girlfriends and live a life of harmony, joint cooking and cleaning and a tidy, organised household. That is apart from the sex bit. No offence to the lezzas out there but boobies and minnie moos do not rock my boat.
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