OK so it was right there in my face this entire time.

Thank you to everyone who replied to my last written post, that wasn’t an angry rave about world injustice and hypocrisy…

Yes, I’m talking about the one where I realised I was a whole person… Still am, by the way, which is good as I have had a few rather funny experiences lately. (well considering I get about as much attention from interested men as parked car I am absolutely mystified as to what is going on this past month)

I had a former boyfriend call me up repeatedly and tell me he loved me and wanted to be in a relationship again, two other guys told me I was incredible and kept calling me daily, and I met that perfect guy who ticked every box (well more than anyone else has)… well actually I met three of them.

What’s doin’ here???? Is this a cruel act to test my resolve of staying whole and exercising my new-found ability to walk alone through the minefield of life, or is it since I actually have confidence in my own unit that these men are being attracted to that, or is it simply chance?

I don’t like chance….

So I’m thinking one of the former probabilities. Cruel: well my ex ended up being very cruel. I met to chat with him and it seemed it was all just talk (or did I have bad hair and it put him off?) Having two overly handsome and intelligent guys send rather large amounts of attention my way…well, that was pretty cruel (especially since they both live thousands of kilometres away) and then there is Mr Perfect #1… I have dreamt of him for years and suddenly, due to a twist of fate, was at his show and meeting his dad….. too, too cruel. Not to mention the fact that as a performer it would be almost impossible to work… Mr Perfect #2…well, he was someone else’s Mr Perfect…so you just gotta let that go from the outset. Then there was Mr Perfect #3….definitely cruel, as he was more aware of his perfection than me, a great cook though, and it seems he was whole enough not to want to call…very cruel. It’s all the more cruel that I have vowed to stay single till Queen’s Birthday.

Or is it a case of confidence on my part which attracts these 10/10 ’s of late??? Funny thing since being a bit famous, handsome chaps avoid me like the plague, so this odd spate of 10/10’s being all ‘hello there Mr’ does seem very out of the ordinary. The only thing that has changed (other than the bad hair) has been my outward attitude. (by 10/10 I mean they tick my ten boxes… Inteligence, Personality, Multilingual, Driven, Mature, Well Traveled, Height, Looks, Positivity and Background… my mates always laugh at my seemingly impossible criteria)

Well darn it, it’s that simple, don’t want anyone and they come runnin’…

One reply to my previous blog reminded me of something that I set out to do as an early twenty-something farmhand…

Stop searching… as it seemed I had no hope, and start being what you want, as everyone else is out there searching.

So I became well travelled, attained my own farm, allowed myself to be a confident young Australian… and the result was pretty spot on… his name was Sherif.

So here I am, years down the track, learning from when I knew everything (when I was younger!!!!) that you need to actually be what you are after. So  here goes… I’m staying single, loving my new pup, learning to dance (please, that wasn’t supposed to be funny…), learning a new language, keeping my farm, ensuring my value adding business is going well, and most importantly remembering it’s OK to be me.

Oh, and at every opportunity I’m doing push ups to try and get back into shape…. just have to make sure the new pup is out of range as the little bugger thinks it’s hilarious to lick my face when I’m in the push up zone…ratbag.