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I’m adding “no complications or excess baggage e.g. psychotic ex-wives, needy parents, crazy friends etc.” to this list. I omitted this stipulation, unfortunately, and got stung. Big time. Last week, I was asked the question in relation to men: “What’s your type?”. It’s a really good question. In fact, it’s a question I have been trying to answer since, well, I first started noticing boys about 40 odd years ago. If you are anything like me, your type – and by type I mean who you are attracted to – may have changed since you were a teen. My teens and 20s

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I have been single now for four or five years. Oh, I’ve had a couple of “liaisons”, namely Transition Man when I first broke up with the Italian, and Nonsensical Man about a year ago. And there have been a couple of crushes that were nice to have and didn’t amount to anything, as crushes shouldn’t. But there hasn’t been anyone significant in my life, you know, that someone special. What I’m finding though, is that I am less lonely now than when I was with the Italian. In fact, I’m not lonely at all. The reason for this is

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I’ve been getting a little dark thematically with the last few posts. Thought I’d lighten things up by discussing one of my all time favourite movies. I watch The Last of the Mohicans every few months, because I get so much out of it as a viewer. I am devastated that I only discovered it relatively recently (it was made in 1992). That’s 20 years of prime viewing that I’ve missed. For those of you haven’t watched it, I am hopeful that this post will send you to your nearest library or DVD store so you can see why I make such

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For the longest time the princess was miserable. She wanted the prince to be her hero, to fight for her and their future, but he was unable. He was crippled by the twin demons of guilt and obligation that the queen bee had programmed into him. He was not strong enough to fight them. Or her. He believed he had no power. The princess believed she was strong enough for both of them. She had invested in him and their relationship and she was determined to make it work. After all, it was a gift that they had been given

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For a year, the princess and prince continued their relationship, and they fell deeper and deeper in love. They spent as much time together as they could, but something was niggling the princess. They only spent time at her castle. In a year, she had never spent time at his. And while the princess had met the prince’s friends (who really only consisted of the members of the band that he played in) and some of his seven brothers and sisters, she had not met the prince’s parents. She felt like she was a secret. The prince explained to the

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The princess and prince still worked for the same government department, but they worked at different sites, so they did not see each other in passing, ever. But the princess knew that somehow, they would be brought together by work. A month before her 40th birthday, she was invited to the farewell party for a workmate. She accepted and had a niggling feeling that the prince would be there. And he was. She could feel his presence before he even entered the room; she had butterflies in her stomach and a surge of blood warmed her body. The prince saw

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The princess wandered around in a daze for weeks after the news that the prince was attached and they couldn’t be together. She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t think. She took time off work. To say she was devastated by the news was an understatement. She was numb from pain. She couldn’t function. But she did need to understand why he hadn’t mentioned his unavailability beforehand. Why he had let things get so far before telling her he was taken. Why he had lied to her by omission. So she emailed and texted the prince to try to get some answers.

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Ok. You’ve all been reading this blog long enough. You’ve heard about The Italian and you *know* he broke my heart. I owe it to you tell you how. And I think it will work quite well as a fractured fairy tale, so here goes. Once upon a time, in 2001, in a time before Twitter, Facebook and FourSquare, a beautiful princess met a handsome prince at work. Ok, she wasn’t really beautiful, but she was quite attractive. And she wasn’t really a princess either; she was an office temp. And while we are on the subject, he wasn’t a

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I have been on Twitter for a little over 2 years. In that time, I have amassed over 45 000 tweets and more than 1 300 followers (not many in comparison to some twitterers, though).  I have seen it at its best and worst, and given my recent two year anniversary, this post is about what I love and hate about Twitter – from my perspective. 1.  People I have met some fabulous people on Twitter,  both locally and across the globe. Locally, people I met first on Twitter (who I would never have had the opportunity to cross paths

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