My date with Number 4

You might want to read my previous post first (or again) for the pre-date summary of Number 4. This is the post-date post. Yes, I know I said I would have this post up the day after, but I needed some time to think the date and my response through. Here’s why.

My date with Number 4 (the technically still married with two kids dude) had originally been scheduled for Wednesday evening, but a few days ago he sent a SMS to reschedule as he had “forgotten that his daughter had something on at school” which he needed to attend. He told me that he had quite a busy week and that we could meet on Tuesday at 20:30. To me, 20:30 was a weird time. My mother joked that he probably had to put the kids to bed before coming out and my sister and I speculated whether or not he had a cunning plan to try and get me drunk and take advantage at such a late time.

Anyway, I arrived early and my whole being was determined to simply ‘get through’ the date as I had clearly made up my mind that I was not prepared to date a married man with two kids.

And then he arrived. Holy moly!!! This man was gorgeous. Think Blue Bull’s player, Flip van der Merwe-meets-Channing-Tatum gorgeous. (Okay, Google Flip van der Merwe and just know that I like the rugged type). I’m not exaggerating – this man is some serious eye candy. He is quite taller than me and has that rugby type body. Hubba-Hubba! I was completely thrown by his appearance and as we were walking towards the table I kept thinking that I was surely going to hell for desiring a married man. Well done Jeanine!

First comes love, then comes divorce...

I found a website that can calculate the days between your last date and now. It has been 116 days or 3 months, 24 days since my last date with my dating service.

I have a date for TONIGHT! I got a call from the dating agency last week just as I was about to give the lady a call – it has been a while and I am now ready to embrace the dating world again. So very excited I listened to this description: “He is 33 years old, lives in Pretoria. Non-smoker. He has his own, very successful IT company, drives a 4x4, he loves the outdoors, going to theatre, socializing with friends etc…

At this point I’m thinking… NICE!!!

BUT, then she adds… his divorce is almost finalized… and… he has two kids.

... What the?

Some people call it Valentine's Day - I call it thanks-for-reminding-me-that-my-life-sucks!

Ah, Valentines Day. I find it amusing that a day that is supposed to be all about love can conjure so much hatred inside of me. Yes, it is because I’m single. Still single.

Call it whatever you want, Valentines Day, Singles Awareness Day or Forever Alone Day, this day comes every year 14 February and to be single on it sucks. Don’t try to fool me with all that ‘I’m so content and free’ crap. Not on Valentine’s Day. This is a day where even a cute angelic depiction of Cupid wants me yelling: "Get the hell away from me - you useless, flying, half naked, midget bastard!" Yes, I have some rage issues.

Being single on this day, February 14, means you’re way more single than you are on February 13 or February 15. Like, way more. Now, there’s a lot more you can do than cry, eat ice cream, and feel bad for yourself.

Last year, I got extremely drunk and passed out in a parking lot. Not good. So, this year I decided that I needed a plan.