I find myself in the enviable position of having two men on the go. I don’t mean in the biblical sense, my vagina hasn’t started operating on a ‘one in one out’ policy however I can am dating two men at the same time. How deliciously daring. What makes it more exciting to me is that they are two very different sorts of chaps who elicit two very different responses in me. A sign of multiple personality disorder perhaps or just an indication that I don’t really have a clue who I am or what I want in a man.
Columbus is a tall, laid back, t-shirt wearing, indie schmindie, music obsessed gorgeous blue eyed bloke with a similar sense of humour and a sensitive soul.
Scoobs is a tall, rather more serious, suited and booted, corporate finance whizz kid gorgeous blue eyed bloke with a more subtle sense of the funny and what appears to be a belief in a stiff upper lip.
It’s almost a rerun of the ‘Sex and the City’ Carrie Bradshaw Aiden VS Big dilemma, indie enchantment VS old fashioned romance. I’m not sure I feel comfortable with the old fashioned romance side of things, just because my self esteem (yes, that old chestnut) has always made me feel that I am not worth the extra effort. I’ve always just felt more comfortable with offbeat quirky ways of showing affection rather than the wine and dine, roses and chocolates patter. Probably because chocolate makes me sick, I hate roses and I’m a legendary lightweight with a small appetite thanks to gastric surgery….
The extra addition to the old fashioned romance side of the argument is the old schtick of parental approval. It’s not like I’m setting out to deliberately torture the elders of my family by dating different men but at the same time, do I really want to date someone they love from the word go just because of his job title, prospects and the fact he’s a pro-smoothie? In the past I have dated some horrifically unsuitable characters in an attempt to rebel but is it time to give that up and go with the sensible option? Is it bugger.
In the words of the very sensible Mini Nizzle, I’m still following those butterflies. Whether they lead me down the path to indie enchantment or roses and red wine I don’t yet know but I’m looking forward to finding out.