One Potato, Two Potato.... Potato's? I Was Talking About Men.....

I'm beginning to think that my love life is destined to be disastrous.

After holding out for the one man who makes me tingle, you know, the one you think might be the one of all ones, things take a dip...

Just as I'm becoming acclimatised to the idea of Mr Tingle being no more than an illusion, a mere mirage in the desert so-to-speak, well, of course! Suddenly everything becomes more complicated than trying to understand a family tree on Jeremy Kyle.

That's right, another man comes along....

And he... he makes me swoon... Yes, like a princess in a fairytale. Or, a more modern version; like a girl finding a gentleman who holds doors open for her and such. (Yes, this is my weak spot- someone with old fashioned manners) (Can I live in the 50's please?)

So, this guy, he's like Mr Sparkle. He is more than a shining star. He is beautiful, like the North Star in some kind of other-worldly, religious symbolism, angel way.

'What's the problem?!' I hear you say.  'You've got another man, a wonderful one, everything worked out!'

Well, let me tell you, I wouldn't be writing about all this if everything had 'worked out'.
No, because just as I start to think that, guess what happens?

Oh yes! Mr Tingle comes bounding straight back into my life with more charm and gentleman-like qualities than I've seen in years.

And quite simply, I have no idea what to do.

So, there's no nice end point to this entry because, well, who knows what's going to happen? (Please, if someone knows, tell me!)
As they say in American; 'Stay Tuned!'