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CS was once a vibrant site offering the possibilities of finding romance among the copious volume of regularly active members. These days, the number of people online at any one time barely fills one page.

Has CS’s heyday come and gone?

Why is it that members (along with several bloggers) deem to regularly hide their profile?

I know there are times I have upset people with comments or blogs I have posted leading people to hide their profile whilst they go away and sulk.

Apart from that, can’t see the point as to why a profile would be hidden..... Can you?

A lifelong friend is getting married tomorrow. She spent a few months here with us and some of you may remember her as BeaPatient. I asked her to drop in some time but she declined the invitation and said that she will be removing her profile in due course. No, she did not meet him here.

Although she could never be more than a baby sister to me, I cannot help to feel a little pang of jealousy. I don’t know why it is, because I attended her first wedding and I did not feel like this then. I was invited to her wedding but I shall not be attending. The azzhole made her promise to ignore me in future. I cannot see her fulfilling that promise as her brother is my best friend and my sister is her best friend. Bumping into each other from time to time will be inevitable.

I don't know what kind of bozo extorts such a promise from his future wife. I can only hope that he’ll come to his senses as a marriage based on suspicion is doomed to failure. If I wanted her for a wife or a lover, she would have been years ago. What worries me the most is that, as with her first marriage, she is marrying for all the wrong reasons.

As a friend she will be very hard to replace. When I was sick she was always there to help me. Whether that be tidying up, bringing a plate of food, doing some shopping or anything else. When I had a few friends over for a barbecue or a party, I always asked her to act as hostess. A true friend in deed.

My father is furious with me for letting her ‘slip through my fingers’ for a second time, but he does not understand. I love Bea, but not that way.

And now, as I wrap up this blog, I feel a kind of emptiness inside. Such as if I have lost my old friend for ever. I should really call her to hear how she is and to wish her well in her new life, but I don’t want to be instrumental in her breaking her promise. Besides, I may just tell her not to marry him and that will be selfish.


Hey, it is Friday!!

Hi

I recently went out with my ex. We talked sincerely. I asked him what we are doing and to define the relationship. I told him that I don’t want to pressure him to commit to anything he isn’t prepared for, but I wanted to know what we are and where this is going. He said that he has feelings for me, and that he isn’t interested with other girls. He asked for more time for him to sort his work life so that he can have more time for his personal life.

I told him that I didn’t want to be an option. He said I am not an option. However i think he meant that there’s no other girls. But I meant that, i want him to prioritize our relationship, should we get back together. Because I felt like I am in competition with his job.

I understand that we are here in this place mainly for jobs. But, I want to be his priority too. But I just can’t ask that of him in fear that he will always choose his job.

Should I just continue with moving on? Or Should I believe him and wait?

It feels very heavy when relationship hits a huge block of cultural differences...

Still struggling to harmonize but so difficult

both feel frustrated...

Happiness, hope, waiting and disappointing, why should it follow such a vicious circle?

Why are West and East so contrasting?

What are men and women expected to do in a relationship?

Sometimes i just want to give up on the cross-culture relation cos it seems like impossible to cross the cultures...

What a gloomy day :(

Quiet day at the office...chilling...thinking...yearning for those sweetest taboos

I have a love-hate relationship with my smartphone. Well, strictly speaking, a hate-hate relationship. I hate it and it hates me but we are always together, and when I lost it the other night I felt bereft.




So I deliberately left it home today, just to prove I could, and I'm NOT addicted. Peace, perfect peace.

I LOVE snow. Perfect world, deep and crisp and even, and under a blue sky. We don’t get many days like that in Scotland but they are worth the wait. I went to bed hoping, because the forecast was snow over most of the country.



No snow this far south. Boo. Still, plans for the day were to go out for a hack and the weather was cold but beautiful. I dressed warmly, several layers, to meet host for the day. We drove quite a long way, with me squeaking excitedly as the white stuff started appearing, and wishing he would stop the jeep and let me out to romp.

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Turned out, destination wasn’t horses. It was a national park. Covered in snow, not very deep, but crisp and even and under a blue sky.

Second childhood kicked in with a vengeance. I haven’t laughed so much in years, literally falling over at one point because I couldn’t stand up any more. My fiendish frenemy made absolutely no concessions to my snow-free upbringing and fired snowball after snowball until I finally got the knack of making and throwing the damn things properly and started getting my own back.

Peace treaty was signed over a thermos of hot soup and defrosting completed at a pub with roaring fires, hot chocolate and cream cakes.

I won’t be able to move tomorrow, but it was the best day. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

My father had 3 sisters - one married very well, one married a successful but extremely Bohemian Jewish author (that was a bit shocking, back at the time) and one eloped with a ne'er-do-well. This weekend I went to the birthday lunch of the oldest cousin born of the very good marriage, in Oxford.

There were 80 guests, all her branch of the family, or friends. My table had a Supreme Court judge, the birthday girl's brother (a retired QC), a retired Tory MP, and a semi-retired surgeon. They all have wives who paint, run book-clubs, support the arts and have raised brilliant children. There was a spare man, for me, but as the judge chatted me up throughout the lunch I never got to talk to him. (Have you ever tried to stop a judge talking? Conversation hogs of NOTE.) I'm guessing, though, that he was very eligible.

I think I was the only office-worker in the place, but my blushes were spared, my cousin introduced me to the others at the table as a writer.

Funny thing, if I had married the first man I was engaged to, he would have fitted in perfectly. My current fella would have been considered 'quayte a character' and maybe even 'a jolly good sport'. Nearly all the ones in between - phew. Not at all the thing.

Drove back to where I was spending the night thinking okay, now I know why my daughter wasn't invited. Not because numbers were tight. My own daughter wouldn't have fitted in. Wow.

Am I sorry my life turned off the track I was born into? I have no idea. I don't think I would have made a professional man a very good wife, but then I didn't make a very good wife anyway. It was odd wondering what it would have been like, though. And whether I should have shut the judge up and flirted discreetly with the single man provided for me. Just to see.

There's a sort of a point to this blog. Have you lived the life you were expected to live, or have you gone completely off-piste? And - looking back - do you have regrets about decisions you made?

I don't. Well, except about letting the judge flirt so much with me. Okay I would have had to get up and walk away but I don't think his wife will follow up on my books for her bookclub now.

When we are young and our whole life is ahead of us, we have dreams and ambitions that drive us towards achieving our goals.

For some, having a family, a good job, a comfortable lifestyle, a partner and friends is the pinnacle of happiness.

For others, as the years go by life falls into a routine of lethargy and they find themselves trapped in a situation they cant or dont want to get out of.

Then there are those that survived the fallout of a world that crumbled around them or simply fulfilled their dreams and moved on to make a new life of singledom.

So, here we are, the majority of us now in our 50's and above, we know we want something, but, we cant quite put our finger on exactly what that "something" is.

We sure as hell know what it is we dont want. Many have the attitude of "I'd rather be single than settle for second best" as for the rest, what is killing your chances of ever finding someone to share your life with is that you're comfortable with what you've got, you dont want to change (although you try to convince yourselves otherwise).

If you have managed to read this far through this long blog the bottom line is...... As much as you may be happy to meet and date on occasion you really arent adaptable enough to get involved in a serious relationship. We all want others to adapt to us.

If you dont agree with the above............ Bite me!