Mr Perfect Irritates Me...

So... after much wedding fun, I return home to normality and resume the rigmarole of dating... Then The Guy From The Wedding texts... eeerrr Why?!  And I was pretty much this blunt in my response to him!  Really why was he texting?!  I won't lie... it was a bloody good night (the row aside) but I wasn't gonna see him again!  Was I?.....

Looking at other guys, nobody else really matched up to how much I fancied him, he was my type to look at, he was very confident (I love this in a guy!!) and quite funny!.. but it couldn't happen, he lived on the other side of the M25!

So I've just let you know that I have a specific type, and I met a guy who matched my type to a tee, and adding to this, he was a lovely guy.. a really really really lovely guy... but there was nothing about him... No spark, no excitement, nothing.  He made it quite clear that he liked me, and I tried so hard to feel anything back but I just didn't.  Add to that the fact that Mr Perfect had the power to irritate beyond the realm of possibility it was not a recipe for success! I even tried guiding him into how to be my perfect guy, you know telling him that I like a bit of a heated debate, a bit of controversey and that I love confidence in a man.. It turned into him trying to have a row me at 8 o'clock in the morning!!! I'm quite happy with Chris Moyles in the morning thanks!  Mr Perfect and I had become more friends at this point and we both just had to ignore the fancying on his part for the sake of friendship!  I must mention that Mr Perfect is a friends brother.

Mr Perfect wasn't the only guy who had been on my radar and off my radar at this time, there was Mr Cloudy, Mr Arrogant, and The Housewife Hunter...

So Mr Cloudy... Young, not my type, but something fun... I didn't really go anywhere, the flirting was more fun than he was (I am getting more blunt as I go on!)... Mr Cloudy took me on an awkward date and we ended the night with no intentions of seeing each other again. That was until a drunk night when he came over and we ended up kissing, a lot.  He was a good kisser (who also knew the mechanics of a bra) as well.. However, Mr Cloudy was also a friends brother and it felt awkward so despite bra mechanics nothing other than kissing happened.  We continue to send the odd text now and then, but no more.

Mr Arrogant was next... Goodness I physically fancied him more than anyone.. Miss Cupcake knew all about this crush from way back when we were teenagers!! Thing was I hated him!  Whilst he had made it quite clear that he fancied me there was no way in hell that I was giving him the satisfaction of having me... stubborn Missi? Yes.  He was so good looking, and he knew it, it was almost as if he expected women to just fall at his feet.. well not me!  I kind of cut my nose off to spite my face, but once these principles had been set there was no moving my firmly dug in heels....

And so to the Housewife Hunter.. or the guy who Jackie set me up with and who kind of just expected a housewife.. really.. it's the 21st century!   We went out for a drink and the guy did not excite me at all, but I thought "he is ok"  (which is a compliment from someone who criticises men) and thought, if he asks me to go out again, I'll give him a shot, but I'm not fussed either way.  When I spoke to Jackie a couple of days later, apparently I was "too into my career" and I forget what else he said, but I simply thought "what a douche"

So multiple unsuccesful dates and meetings with various guys later and then job number 2 goes quite frankly tits up, and ends up in the most ridiculous court case that I win and I start a blog.. here I am...