Fickle Frankie

What IS it with me?

Am I an adrenaline junkie? Do I have a desperate need to be seen...for attention?

Can't I just get my shit together and DO my stuff and not need any outside stimulation?

Obviously not.

So, I did it again. This is about the sixth time in the last couple of years.

I think to myself that I would like a fella. I put my face and profile up on a dating site. I befriend a couple of chat buddies, tell guys that I'm interested so they buy 'stamps' and email me. I chat and email for two or three days and then.....I pull the plug. TOTALLY. No goodbye's...no explanations.

Seriously, if I ever really, really, genuinely want to meet someone, via the internet, I'm gonna need totally new photos and profile or no-one's gonna come near me for fear of me doing another runner.

I musn't be ready (after NINE years single). The thought of a relationship still makes me hyperventilate.

I need a "date-o-meter", posted on my blog. If I get all weird and it starts going into the 'red', people can whack me so I get back in my hole. (said date-o-meter now added).

Sounds like a plan......

Over it

I just don't feel like talking about my life right now, especially my weight.

Will keep my "ticker' up to date and will pop back when I get under 70kg with some awesome progress photos.

Real life beckons!

My secret mini-crush

As you know, I love a man who can make me laugh, which is why I have an teeny weeny crush on David Thorne.

If you haven't already, you really should check out his website HERE, but be warned, you might be on there a while.

You know you're hot when.....

...your daughter tells you that her friend, who met you for the first time yesterday, said - "your mum is pretty sexy for an old lady".