Laughter Is The Best Medicine .. ..

Laughter is a great medicine ..but Its good to have deep conversations, a bit of both keeps you balanced

I have read almost every book on self improvement and positive thinking .. including
Women are from Venus
Why Men Lie and Women Cry
Why Men Can Read Maps and ..
Feel The Fear and Do it Anyway
Learning to let go
The Secret.
The Celesitine Prophecy

All of the above have their own merits, but the biggest thing to take from it is that life is a process of change. We don’t always get what we want .. but whatever life throws at us .. its how we
choose to deal with it thats important.

Some people don’t have any choices in their lives, their are stuck in bad jobs or bad relationships with no easy way forward.

Thats their own lack of self belief and investment in themselves and its their choice to stay .. or to educate themself and improve.

I have a good job, a few quid in the bank .. I’ve already made some good choices along the way .. i’m very fortunate.

But we still can’t control what life throws at us.

What we can do is make things better, by making better choices and learning to cope with the disappointments or stresses better.

I found it cathartic writing that.

Some of the lines I liked from the books and found helpful are ..

1 – Change what you can and don’t worry abot what you can’t.

2 – Don’t sweat the small stuff .. ie .. do the big things .. don’t even worry about the wee things, they will sort themselves out.

3 – Don’t hang around with negative people, they just steal your energy and bring you down.

4 – Think in terms of what you want and it will happen through subconscious thought .. rather than thinking about the don’ts/

Do you I think I’d make a pretty good life coach? 🙂

Thats a new thing .. life coach .. an unqualified person who can talk
the talk and maybe give the benefit of some experience.

Remember life is a journey, good and bad, its how we choose to deal
with our problems that makes us who we are.

Part 2 – Tempest Fugit – One Step At A Time!

Tempest Fugit .. well it does if you waste it or don’t pay attention.

Sometimes not paying attention is exactly what you want to do.

I confess, I’m a professional .. allegedly .. but I hate work,
particularly boring meetings where everyone else wants to get their tuppence worth in and I know the solution, but I don’t really give a sh1t.

So I gaze out the window, trying not to get caught staring into the distance and half listening in case someone actually asks me a question. This is so far below me .. but I don’t care .. knowledge is power and I’m only here for the money.

What was I saying?

Yeah .. Tempest Fugit .. Well it does when your having fun.

And since we met, boy have we been having fun .. that first date in Champagne Central was only the start of things. A mere taste, a morsel of what was to come.

I haven’t danced so much, laughed so much or lets be honest snogged so much in such a long long time.

The price you pay for being in a loveless relationship is that it kills you from the inside out .. first you feel it inside, the passion leaving, but you care, you hope that it will come back, but it eats away at you, it causes a burning resentment but still you care so you go along with it .. it’s not all about you .. there are other people to be considered.

So you keep up the external charade .. cos its the right thing to do .. but you can’t, because your kidding yourself .. and in the end you’re fooling nobody.

But I digress.

So back to the fun, that second date .. meeting in Central Station again, more casual this time,

Jeans and a sparkly top.

Her not me!!

You kidding? 🙂

It was Thursday again, so Talk and Tapas ,, was the first date an illusion .. had we deluded ourselves in that hazy c0cktail mist?

So we talked, plans for a possible future of the next few weeks, nothing major, nothing serious, we’d both had enough serious and talked about that already in our pre-meeting emails.

Should I tell you her name? Does it matter?

Not really. So I won’t.

Patatas Bravas and Prosecco .. is that a mixed metaphor .. Spanish and Italian?   .. I dunno .. Languages were never my strong point.

Just looking at her makes me throb somewhere inside, a deep bass note hitting me hard in the chest.

She’s vulnerable, been hurt, through the mill, Much more than me. I just had a bitter divorce and was financially raped .. but its only money. The root of all evil .. and no-one can buy your soul .. I appease myself.

But there’s a tear there now, this is really personal for her. she’s telling me much more than I expected to hear.

On the other few dates I’d had, this would have been too much information, but somehow it only makes me want to comfort her, protect her. Wrap my arms around her and make it all go away. At one point there was a small shine in her eyes and I knew she was trying hard to blink it away.

Life really is hard sometimes.

But we’d agreed, we both wanted to look to the future, so we’ll start small, a few dates, agreed on exclusivity, no compartmentalisation have to make an effort to make it work .. to show some commitment.

That was 3 weeks ago, since then we’ve danced and we’ve laughed, been to a few gigs, even managed a hillwalk .. a pointy top mountain at the rear end of the Trossachs .. she looked at it from the Dukes Pass and said .. I’ll never make it up there.

But she did and she will.

One step at a time.


PS – This is only a story, not an actual dating experience.

Read Part 1 Here

Part 1 – If Peroni Did Mills And Boon!

Part 1 – If Peroni Did Mills and Boon! :-)

11 years from today.

So there we were. We finally managed to get our act together and arrange that drink at long last.

The champagne bar at Grand Central. The station being handy for both of us. A quick exit if necessary but that was more likely to be on your part to be fair.

I’d fancied you from the moment I first saw your profile on POF. Even although you’d left your pics deliberately vague. Your smile. The pretty eyes and your shapely figure were there for all to see.

We had been emailing each other for a couple of weeks. You came offline as you were tired of hassle from the creeps. I did too but only after our first kiss.

Our emails started slowly as we got to know each other but we had so much in common and I loved your sense of humour and joy of life.

Then the telephone chats to the small hours. Everything from music family and holidays. Personal histories and not an ounce of regret or bitterness between us

Cherish the past but move on we had both agreed.

Back to Central Station There I was standing waiting outside M&S. Nervous as a teenager on a first date. Which of course it was and my first for a long while.

Standing there in my new jeans and tan boots. Ted baker shirt and just a hint of gel in my hair. Trying to look casual like I did this so often and failing miserably.

Then you were there. I spotted you right away. Thankfully you looked like your pics. Better actually. God how nervous am I now?

But your smiling. You’ve recognised me too. Not too difficult as I’m the only one here at 8pm on a Thursday.

We meet. Say our hello’s and a clumsy peck on the cheek. I made myself blush then. Fortunately you didn’t seem to notice. Well you told me later that you had but you had the good grace not to mention it at the time.

We got to the c0cktail bar. What will you have? Your favourite Strawberry Daquari. Make that two and a Peroni in the side for me.

So we chatted and laughed for hours. It was even better than I expected. 3 c0cktails later I had enough courage to pull your stool closer and lean in for a trembling first kiss.

It’s short and oh so sweet. Maybe that was just the strawberry and pineapple but I don’t think so.

At some point you need the loo. A long walk down the bar and I couldn’t stop myself from turning to watch you walk away. Your shapely figure accentuated by the clingy material of your LBD.

Oh yes! Fingers crossed.

But you need to head for home Your mum is looking after the kids and she will be picking you up at the station.

I walk you to your platform. Grinning like a Cheshire cat. We stand for the last few minutes before you have to go.

What to do? Hold back or go for it? Stick or twist?

I’m a gentleman. Always have been. Besides I don’t want to push my luck.

So I stick.

But luckily you twist!

That last parting kiss was lingering but was over far too soon However the look in your eyes as you pulled away told me that you wanted more. I did too and couldn’t wait to see you again.

Of course. That was 11 years ago now. Since then we’ve done so much together. Our families have fused and our lives have merged

But I’ve not been totally accurate with you. When I said that was 11 years ago that we met I actually meant that in 2 weeks time it will be 11 years from that first kiss.

We were married exactly one year from the day that we met and I’m currently writing our 10th anniversary speech

So for now, for the next fortnight. Until that first kiss

I just haven’t met you yet.


If Peroni did Mills and Boon! 🙂

PS – Note this story is fiction, not an actual dating story, but wouldn’t it be lovely.

Now Read Part 2 – Tempest Fugit – Time Flies!