No I’m not Tigger but I do appear to be the rebound girl bouncing my way through what is potentially going to turn into another dating disaster. Lovely date man has realised that perhaps he isn’t quite ready to be dating and now isn’t sure what he wants. I won’t go into details but it is a bit crappy and I’m hoping things resolve themselves somehow even if I just gain a new friend.
I’m laid low with flu lurgy at the moment, lying on my sofa in my zexy zebra print slanket with a snotty nose and bunged up ears feeling sorry for myself. In the comments on my last blog post the lovely La, big cheese over at http://www.sofarsochic.co.uk (sorry, my head is too fried to link it in a fangled way) said that although Easter is almost upon us, I shouldn’t put my eggs in one basket. So I’m not going to. I’ve decided to go to dinner with the other man from Match.com and treat dating like my sisters over the pond do, no exclusivity but no whoring it about either. There is nothing wrong with having dinner with eligible men right?
Of course I’m still hoping that things with original date man come good but only time will tell.