Rodeny (AKA the Hairy Slug)

Ah! “There’s always one that got away”, my mum comforted me when I was weeping down the phone. Got away? The words were shocking? They were ALLOWED to get away?

The nickname for Rodney, originated from the fact that he was hairy and not that good-looking (perhaps not the most original of names, in fact I lifted it from a Vikram Seth book I was reading at the time of our dating). So why, I hear you cry would you give a man like this the time of the day? Hm. Any of you girls heard of “The Game?” It’s a book. If you are as unbalanced as me; don’t read it. You will never trust a man again. From the way it has been explained to me (I got too angry after reading the list of chapters to read any further) it is when a man makes you feel insecure so you don’t think you are better than him. That is a very crude summary and there is a lot more to it than that. Examples from this one was; an opening line of “that dress makes you look pregnant”; just as I sexily removed my clothes, “when you’re young you think all women will have flat bellies, but you soon get used to it”; and the time when he chose his friend to be partners with in Articulate because she’s cleverer than me. I know, I know. How would I possibly resist a man like that?

As the first man to really leave me a little broken, it took me a ridiculously long time to get over him. When I thought I was, he decided to get back in touch and start a relationship but “take it slow”. Emotionally, of course, not physically. In fact not physically so much so to the point that he lasted on average a total of 2 minutes. Good.

I met up with him before Christmas. I have never been so bored.

Welcome to my Blog

My best friend (who shall be henceforth known as C) once told me that when she was coming of age, she was outraged to discover that a boy had to like you back in order to be your boyfriend. This was one of the first times I understood the impotence of being dumped by someone you weren’t finished with yet.

My friends told me I should start a blog, because the antics I got up to with men made them laugh (probably at rather than with). It’s not necessarily that my life is a drama, but that I make it a drama! Even so, this blog is here for any of you ladies who are feeling tired and fed up of the monotony of rubbish men, just to remind you that it’s not just you.

The next few bogs will be a quick summary of the men I have been through in the past year and a half, since I became single for pretty much the first time. I have omitted some of the less important and interesting ones. (Oh, and names have been changed to protect privacy!)