Self Sabotage

Now, we all know that key rules to adhere to when luring your man in are:

a/ playing a little hard to get
b/ making him wait for the prize
c/ keep defenses up – ie stay sober

On Friday afternoon I got a text from The Definer seeing if I wanted to join him and a couple of friends at the pub around the corner the following afternoon. Sure I thought, why not.

Of course on Saturday when he confirmed these arrangements I started to get nervous. His first text basically informed me that he was going to the pub with a bunch of Rugby mates and that they would probably give him a hard time in front of me.

At this point I was like, what have I got myself into here….So wrote back and said, um, sounds interesting, so just me and the boys huh? To which he replied, you will be fine, boys and also their girlfriends.

Then I got more nervous! What was he doing inviting me to pub with loads of friends on second date? And would it look like I was neurotic if I pulled out last minute. Decided yes, I had to go.

The right outfit became an obsession as was suddenly trying to impress men and women. And what if the girls didn’t like me??? What then?!

Anyhow, I set off chanting to myself, this will be fine, I am nice girl, just keep it short, don’t shag him etc.

What I find strange though is this. Despite this mantra, during the day on Saturday I did the following:

• bought condoms
• bought new underwear
• bought new trimmer thingy

Well the rest is history. I was a big hit. And I broke all the rules.


I ask you readers, could it be that I don’t want a husband after all??????

xxxoooxxx

Ps stop screaming at me, I know I stuffed up already! Let's just hope it's speedbump rather than a stop sign ;)