When You Just Feel…..Meh

I saw an article in my Facebook feed this week that caught my eye. It was about a dating philosophy adapted from entrepreneur Derek Sivers who once wrote a blog post where he said, “If I’m not saying ‘Hell Yeah!’ to something, then I say no”.

He was using the philosophy in a business sense, but the writer of the article, Mark Manson, believes this should apply to relationships too. He writes:

“The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, they must inspire you to say “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them.”

Read more at http://www.theglow.com.au/lifestyle/how-to-find-the-right-person/#Ch67pps6PCrwthgW.99.

This got my thinking about my recent run of mediocre dates. None of them I felt particularly excited about going on the date with. None of them I had an exciting date with. None of them I was excited to pursue a second date with.

Two of them I thought I would go on a second date with if they asked just to see if things got better on date 2, but I was really feeling quite ‘meh’ about them.

I exchanged a few txts with those two after those dates but I was not excited to see their name flash up on my phone. I also didn’t feel like I wanted to commit to a second date with much notice….probably in case I got a better offer!

I want a man that excites me, but there have been so very few that have done so in my last few years of dating. I think there is also something to just getting out there and meeting people. As my original psychic says ‘you won’t find a man sitting at home watching Masterchef’. Wise words….

I’ve had a lot of friends say to me that excitement can build with someone. I can’t say that has ever really happened to me though. I’ve only ever felt chemistry with someone when it was there from date 1.

So maybe the law of Fuck Yes or No does have some merit?

Now, some updates on the men of my recent roll…

I have let the wine wanker drift off into the sunset. I think he was too much of a fixer upper. Any man that is that clueless on dating at 36 probably needs a lot of help elsewhere too!

The one that wasn’t refined enough was a boring txter and that fizzled out.

The guy I met in the park has repeatedly txted using ‘u’ rather than ‘you’ and ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’. Using shortcuts like ‘u’ was only acceptable in the Nokia days of numerical keypads when you had to press the 8 key (or whatever it was) 86 times to get to the right letter…

The car dealer guy is also a fizzer. We had some tense last minute negotiations the day I picked up my car, which I thought may have deterred him but he is still txting me a lot. But I’m not so keen now. I hadn’t noticed he was a smoker on that first day I went test driving with him, but he was smoking on the day I got my car. He also had a kids drawing on the wall behind his desk this time around so I assume he has a kid. Pass.

But in other news, the red candle will burn out tonight I think. So my unicorn is imminent right? Right?!?!


Psychic Says


I generally consider myself a rational and intelligent woman. There are two things that tend to disprove this theory:

1. I love watching Neighbours – yes I am the only one in Australia still doing so.

2. I willingly hand over $160 once a year to a woman with a black cat and a crystal ball.

Three years ago I was referred to a ‘clairvoiant’ by a friend from work. I was lured by her review that the psychic had told her things about her family that she could not have possibly guessed. So myself and two other girlfriends booked in and headed off one Saturday for our readings.

The reading is done at her house at a little table near a window. We are all in there for an hour each, in which time our palms are read, we hold the crystal ball to impart our ‘energy’ and finally tarot cards are read. The psychic asks only our first name and date of birth, but not the year.

Each of the three times that I have been, she always starts with reading my palm and seems to think that I must already be married according to my ‘marriage’ line. Each time I reluctantly say no as I do not want to lead my reading if she is fishing for info like ‘the Mentalist’, but considering I am mostly seeing her to find out when my future husband is going to make an appearance, I feel I have to throw her a bone.

Whilst reading my palms on my first visit, the pyschic said they were giving off my own psychic energy and pointed out the purple glow. I looked down at my hands and they were indeed a blueish tone. But I was not cold and as the psychic was looking down at the lines on my palm with a magnifying glass, I looked around the room searching for where this mysterious blue light was coming from, but I couldn’t see anything suspicious.

My reading progressed with insights into my personality which definitely rang true, but I didn’t get anything too specific about my future out of that reading. She did tell me that she saw a man in law enforcement coming my way and that I would practically fall over him, I wouldn’t need to go searching for him, but nothing else that was too interesting. At the following reading which was in early October last year, I got much of the same info again. However, by mid October I had met that law enforcement guy.

A detective moved in one door down the hall in my apartment building and despite my reservations about that being a little too close for comfort, we got involved and it ended in a spectacular fashion. It’s now just a wee bit awkward that I might run into him in the hallway – with his girlfriend who has since moved in and their new baby who was born about 7 months after I stopped seeing him. I think the baby might be mine….

Anyway, on the last visit to the psychic this year, she said she was glad it didn’t work out with that detective as he was incapable of being faithful. Could she have not told me (or his baby mama) that before?!?! She also described another guy who I was dating after the detective who I really liked and thought I could actually get serious with, but alas he ended up moving away for a new job. Again, where was that warning?!?

However my most recent prediction is far more specific. We are now on the hunt for a man of Irish descent, called Lachlan with a surname something like Flanagan, Finnagin, Flarrity or O’Brien.

Last month I attended an industry event and met a Flanagan. My heart skipped a beat when he introduced himself. Could it be true?!?! Could this be my future husband? Turns out probably not. I think he may have been gay. Well, that must be the reason why he hasn’t asked me out. Right? Right?!?!

So let’s keep our eyes peeled for this Lachlan guy everyone, eyes peeled!!

If the psychic said it, it must be true….