I wrote this post exactly two years ago : Mister Nice and I were on a break, but on the verge of giving things another go.
This is when I met a certain Mr Xmas.
(Slight nod, raised eyebrows, big sigh: )
Yup, here we go again: Men.
Lady E has succumbed to the latest episode of her very own, personal soap opera, starring Mr Nice, and Mr Xmas, who like the proverbial busses could not come one after the other at the appointed time, because that just would not be fun, would it?
Lady E (forlorn and pouting): So here I am, trying to see through a fog of baggage, and fear what may be the reality of two potential relationships (I am spoilt, really).
Enter Mr Nice, my stomach somersaults all the way through my skull, before crashing back into place, leaving me drooling and lobotomised. Sounds attractive, doesn’t it ? Let’s say that it doesn’t quite capture how attracted I feel to Mr Nice…
But – what did you think, of course there is a but – Mr Nice still has commitment issues – now, that’s a f***ing surprise !!
Enter, Mr Xmas, who is lovely, has no commitment issues, and whose heart is wide open for me. I haven’t known him for that long, but long enough to know that we get along, and are on the path to becoming great friends. However, for as long as Mr Nice is around, there is no room for more as it were…
Voice of reason: Ok, so easy, then. Mr Nice must go. Give Mr Xmas a chance.
Lady E (bangs head on nearest wall): Ow, it actually hurts. Bastard.
Of course, I ignored the voice of reason… And of course you know the end of this particular story…
(Slight nod, raised eyebrows, eye roll)
Tove Lo – Habits (to be blasted really, really loud and danced to, preferably in a kitchen, with a dear friend)