The month of June – All about Americanism, getting injured in the Race for Life and being kept waiting.

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Ok so it’s been a month since the last blog, I can only but apologise but life just got in the way! Since the holiday (which now seems like a distant memory), so much has happened, work has been relentless but I’ve managed to mix it in with plenty of pleasure as my mate from the US was back in the UK for 2 short weeks. I don’t know what it is about her presence but suddenly anything is possible, we all, as a group, drop everything and make an effort to be sociable, We ate loads, we talked loads and we laughed a lot and I'm having serious withdrawal symptoms already!

I had her with her children and a whole group of friends and family come out to support me for the Race for Life this year, yes I did it! I was 40 seconds slower than last year and was really disappointed at the time because I went over the 30 minute mark, but 30 minutes and 30 seconds was still a good effort. I raised  £340.00 which with Gift Aid was bumped up to a whopping £425.00 so it was definitely worth it and I'd like thank everyone who supported me.

Over 2000 women ran the race that evening so as you can imagine with all their supporters surrounding the course - the atmosphere there was electric. It was amazing to have my friends to cheer me on and my god they were soooo loud as I ran past! Everyone else kinda looked over to see who the big fuss was about – it was little old me! Hee Hee. (Love you guys!)

For those of you who know me, you know how very competitive I can be (I’m getting worse as I get older!). Though to be fair I usually just race against myself and try to beat my time from last year! Even so as I struggled the last 1k of the race the vision of the girl with a big arse over taking me was incentive enough to make me sprint the last bit as I knew I’d never live it down if she beat me!.

I got my come up pence though as I injured myself! Karma’s a b1tch! To be honest I was slightly injured before the race (I reckon I did it while training for the race on holiday) but I didn’t realise it could get serious. Luckily I only managed to severely pull my hamstring in my thigh and not tear it, so even though I was in considerable pain over the next few days and it still twinges now and again, the osteopath did manage to put me back together  in 2 sessions (I kept my bra on at all times!). I was told to rest for at least a week with no exercise or I was warned I could do serious damage. Gasp.

I can’t believe how hard it is to stop exercising and relax? Does housework and gardening count as exercise? Am I allowed sex? (You know just in case it happens?!) Does going to the park and jumping on the giant tyre swing count as relaxing? I had such fun though! I love swings! Though in all honesty that did hurt my leg but I was enjoying myself too much, I’m such a big kid!

The resting paid off, my osteopath said I was a “silly cow” but luckily didn’t do too much damage. I’m even allowed to go back to combat but have to take it easy – for those of you who’ve ever done Body Combat – you’ll know there’s no such thing as taking it easy in the class, especially not in the front row (Yes I am that sad!) I’m so impatient, I can’t wait to get back to normal.

I’m finding that as I get older, I become less patient. I hate waiting, I hate queues, I’ve been known to dump my basket at Tescos and walk out because I refuse to queue 20 people deep – so much for your “one in front” policy! I’ve also been seen to drive past the petrol station with the packed forecourt even though I’m wasting petrol trying to find petrol.

Do you know the thing I hate most? The thing I hate most is waiting for a message from a man! Yep you heard me (come on you knew we’d head back towards the dating eventually?!)

In this day and age with all the different methods available for communication, is there really any excuse to keep me waiting?

In the good old days if someone wanted to call you, they could call you or, better still you usually got to see people in the flesh. Now you have a choice between phone calls, instant messages via Blackberry or hotmail, texting, skyping and email! So surely in this day and age with all these communicational tools at your fingertips what’s your excuse?

Last year I dated a guy who hated texting and he would respond to my texts with an email, this meant I spent what felt like hours of my life logging into my email account to see if he had responded? Every time I found he hadn’t it was like a further rejection? So by the time he had, I was so frustrated I’d wanna bite his head off! (Poor guy! Lol) I know people lead busy lives, I’m one of those people but a quick text (even to say am busy will call later) would suffice?

I finally gave in to technology at the end of last year and bought a Blackberry, now all my communicational worlds have come together in one place. Whether you email me to any of my 3 hotmail accounts, send me a text, send me a message on Facebook or use Blackberry messenger I will know about it instantly. I’m not sure that this is such a good thing?

For a start there is no peace and quiet and if the phone isn’t bleeping I find myself checking it at regular intervals in case I’ve missed anything? Worse still it means you are always contactable which isn’t always a good thing? There are times when I’m at home that I have no idea where my mobile is and I eventually find it to see I’ve missed a call or a text from someone who now thinks I’m ignoring them!. It’s a disturbing phenomenon.

So I’m sitting here waiting for the Hot Copper to get back to me about our potential date next week – in his defence he’s probably arresting someone as we speak. (He can handcuff me any time – hee hee)/

So how did we get here? Well it’s been a busy few weeks. Before the holiday I was talking online to a couple of men as you know, there was the personal trainer in his forties, obviously fit but also had a gorgeous smile. There was the writer/performer bloke, though I wasn’t sure if he was gonna be a bit full of himself??  I’d agreed to meet them both when I return from my holiday. Then there was the hot copper, I sent him a text before the holiday and got no reply so I assumed he’d lost interest.

While on hols I got a few texts from him, and one from a number I didn’t recognise. On my return to the UK, I responded to both. The unrecognised number turned out to be a guy I hadn’t spoken to since New Year, when he had invited me down for a NYE party – remember him? From Basingstoke, he never spoke to me or text, just randomly sent me winks whenever I was online to let me know he knew I was online? My mate suggested may be he was shy? I thought may be he was weird? Besides I don’t do shy? Well bloody nerve, contacts me after 6 months and assumes I’m still single?! The fact that I am is totally irrelevant! (Rolling of eyes!) Lol!

To be honest I wasn’t interested so I told him a little white lie – I told him that I’d just got back from holiday with my boyfriend! Well it was better then the truth? That I think you should seriously reconsider the size of your eyebrows??! I always think if you haven’t got anything nice to say, best not say anything at all!

Anyway it worked, he was really sweet and told me my boyfriend was a very lucky man. Lucky man? Seriously? God I’m such a bitch!

Systematically through out the month, potential dates succumbed to none. The personal trainer wanted to meet up one evening but because I couldn’t make it (and suggested a different date) he didn’t contact me again. (In all honesty I was having second thoughts about him as while I was on holiday he had uploaded a new picture showing his full 44 years!) So no loss there.

The successful writer/performer has disappeared too but again I wasn’t sure if we had anything in common or that I’d find him attractive (Do I have to keep making the same mistakes over and over??”)

I had also been speaking to a guy who works in security but had his profession down on the site as “security” slash “actor”, when I asked him about this he told me he had a degree in acting? Not being funny but unless you’ve “acted” in something, you can’t really class yourself as an “actor”? That would be like me saying I’m a “MD” just because I have a business degree?! He’s from North London so travel wise I’m not sure if it would work..

There was also a  guy who sent me a message and said he wished he was better looking?? Erm ok?? See that level of insecurity to me is a complete turn off, I like my men to be confident (not to the extent of arrogance – there is a fine line) but you have to like yourself otherwise why should any one else?.

So back to Mr Officer, he kept randomly sending me the same text every few days and not responding to my messages so last week I decided to take the bull by the horns and tell him to buck up or get stuffed (hot or not hot I don’t have time to mess about). I told him if he wanted to date me, then I suggested he date me because I’m not looking for a text buddy, I’m looking for a “real man!” lol! It worked! So we’ve since spoken on the phone a couple of times and been in touch on messenger so, so far so good, just gotta meet in the flesh – eek!  He seems really sweet but then don’t they all?!

On the free dating site I keep getting messages from the same men over and over, surely if I didn’t respond to the first, second or third message, I’m not interested? How many ignored emails does it take for you to get it? I’ve had to resort to blocking people just to stop wasting my time deleting emails!  Aaaaaaargh!

Anyway now that my friend has headed back to the US of A and my Race for Life is over for another year, I’m getting prepared for one of my best friend’s wedding this weekend. Once that’s all done I will join a better dating site which I will no doubt have to pay for to see if I can meet a better class of man. In the mean time who knows if the “Hot Copper” will be the one?

So I’ll leave it there for now – in case you’re wondering, still no response – has been 3 hours! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Thanks for reading!