I was on the TV last week, thankfully just a regional programme, nothing national, so the proportion of the population calling me 'disgusting' was dramatically reduced, but still, these things are sent to try me! I shouldn't complain, if I put my head above the barricades to be shot at then it's my own fault when they open fire with an AK-47. But surprisingly, the response has been more favourable than anticipated. Maybe those who follow what I do are actually starting to listen, and realise that I make some very valid points, and I'm not the home-wrecking 'ho' they assumed I was.
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A couple of interesting things have happened since my appearance. Firstly, because it was the BBC, and a regional programme competing with Coronation Street on the opposite channel, I genuinely thought no one would be watching it. I was mistaken. The BBC also ran trailers for the show, with a selection of my most controversial comments, across all the regional news shows for 24 hours before airing. Everyone who knows me or has ever come into contact with me, knew I was going to be on, so they settled down with a cuppa and tuned in. During the day of the show I had several neighbours waving and telling me they would be watching (great!!).
Of course the phone didn't stop all evening because so many people were gobsmacked that I was so open and honest about what I do. The following morning, my regular postie landed on my doorstep and claimed he couldn't get my post through my letterbox so simply had to knock. When I opened the door he winked and said 'Saw you last night – didn't realise that's what you did. Very interesting!' Winked again and went on his way. The next day my 'relief' postie (not literally) knocked and he didn't even have any post to deliver!! 'My Mrs does exactly what you said, makes no effort and doesn't notice I'm alive, maybe I need you in my life!' I smiled politely and told him how incredibly busy I was, and thanked him for his interest, but it made me feel like I was turning down an applicant for a job. It made me realise that every man is on the lookout for an easy opportunity, even at 8am!
The same day, and completely out of the blue, I got a text from an ex, a married ex of course. We hadn't seen each other in almost a year, after a reluctant split on both parts. He'd become incredibly busy at work and the Mrs was starting to twitch a little about how long he spent away from the house. So we called it off and parted with the most amazing kiss I'd had in a very long while. I was thrilled to hear from him. After all, my rules dictate that I never get back in touch with a guy once it has ended. Partly because of his situation, I never call unannounced. And partly because of my dignity, he could use all the excuses in the book to let me down gently when he's just not into me.
I've done it myself many times, making the split so much easier, saying 'It's just not going to work because I'm so busy right now' rather than the truth which could hurt, such as 'You're dull, you smell and I'd rather beat myself with a stick than spend another evening with you!!!'. So I'm hardly going to call a guy after a split, but if he calls me then that's different. Many keep in touch for friendship, that's how we started so why should we lose it just because he's got twitchy feet! When he did call me it was with the great news that he now had a much quieter work schedule and a wife who has finally got a hobby or two. We fell back in into things fairly quickly, especially as he's not too far away, and it's like we were never apart. How lovely, and that fills the 'vacancy' I currently had open (after the floods), and saves me resorting to a sub on the bench, especially when it is the busiest time of the year for most of us.
I love a bit of irony, especially when it relates to married men. Anything out of the ordinary has them running for the hills, thinking the Gods are against them, or its fate frowning on their choices. I mentioned this in an earlier post with my 'flood guy'. Terrified he would be stranded in my village during the floods he got the wake-up call he was clearly looking for and we ended things. We had kept in touch, as I do with some guys, and had agreed to meet as friends. We got on very well, and it would have been a shame to lose that friendship, so we planned a meet last week, just a few weeks since we last saw each other.
We made arrangements for him to collect me from my place and booked into one of our favourite restaurants. I was really looking forward to catching up with him, hopefully with his head in a calmer place than last time. But here is where the irony (or fate) kicked in. I called him during the day to say 'It's raining heavily, have you seen the news? Most of the country is under water.' He was adamant it would be fine. That couldn't possibly happen to us.... twice..... could it?? He was due to arrive at six. At five the village was closed by the emergency services, cut off with severe flooding! I had to laugh, but surprisingly he wasn't so cheery. I have a feeling we won't be trying the 'friends' thing – he genuinely believes karma is looking to kick his butt. Maybe his wife had been doing a rain dance! Ah well, I guess if it's not meant to be then everything will conspire to make it look that way. It's such a shame though, karma was obviously attracted to his peachy butt too... but for totally different reasons!
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