Daisy 1

Welcome to our new and exciting blog spot. This spot is dedicated to the adventures and experiences of all 40 somethings, starting again.

We are Daisy 42 and Ruby 43. Two kids each and living somewhere in SW London

Daisy - Professional, married for 15 years, although many of them are a bit of a blur as was buried under a pile of washing.

Ruby - Professional, married for 15 years, appears too hungover to respond at the moment, but will fill you in later. Oh and she is a back seat typist!

We would like to talk about our forays into single life and the events and situations we have found in. We will tell you about ups and downs of our dating, socialising, and generally surviving!

Right, here goes, story number 1. Daisy goes forth.

Newly single and out for some fun, I decided to attend a racing event. Unfortunately I accidentally picked up a most unsavory man. I was not quite sure how unsavory, and without anything else to do the following day, arranged date with said man.

The first date was very nerve wracking as I had not been on a date for 15 years (not counting the last time I split up with my husband and also accidentally went on a date with an equally flawed character, but that's another story).

The man turned up early and was there to greet me. He was not as bad as I had at first thought, so the beer goggles were operating ok. I spent a most enjoyable evening listening to many and varied funny anecdotes, and even managed to speak once or twice. My face did hurt though, false grinning is very taxing.

As sex life in the marriage was very dismal, and I had pre-menstruation madness, somehow between leaving the pub and getting to my vehicle, I decided that it would be a good idea to engage in afters in the car. I accidentally stopped thinking with my brain, and cant even use the excuse that I had had too much to drink. Even Katie did not put out with Dwight that quickly. Bowled over by my charms, said man eagerly phoned me when I got home to tell me what a fantastic time he had had. I was still reeling and feeling deep inner shame, but still managed to organise another date.

This unfortunate state of affairs lasted about 2 months, during which time I discovered that this man in particular, like to talk about himself, but rarely want to find out about my life. He waited for me to text him, and if I didn't text back promptly hewanted to know why. However if I texted him, he thought it ok not to respond. He didnt like it when I changed plans, despite the fact that I have kids and the goal posts often change. And this is the worst part - he was a coward.

This sorry state of affairs, or very very long drawn out one night stand ended rather abruptly this week. Upon reflection, Ruby strongly suspects another woman was involved. I saw man, lets call him Andrew, on Monday night. He had been away and wanted to give me some gifts from his long weekend. I was overjoyed to recieve a hideous brown drinking vessel with a leaping dolphin on it. I dearly hoped it was an ironic offering, but did not dare ask! These gifts in no way were representative of the departure shop in Spain when you want to use up a few Euros, oh no. I stayed for a couple of hours, glad I did as I might have missed several episodes of Simpsons! Andrew asked if I would be able to see him on Saturday evening. I mentioned that i was looking after my friend's children, and that I probably would not be able to. I then rearranged my plans and texted him the next day to tell him. I recieved a rather odd text, informing me that he too had made some arrangements, and that he would make his excuses and call me on the day to let me know. I thought this odd, but in hind sight, I think he got himself into a double booking dialemma. Who to go out with ??? Anyway I called him, no answer, texted him, no reply and then finally gave up. Have not heard from him, and am highly unlikely to ever again.

Clues to two timing : rose in fridge - what bloke drinks rose!
talking about messy break ups with girls mm thats a big red flag
yawning and giving the appearance of tiredness - want you to go away, or really are tired because they are screwing two women when they are too old to do so without suffering.
Oh and not wanting to make firm arrangements for dates (because they have to check it out with third party)

Clues to being a jerk

Always talking about self
Telling you how funny everyone finds them
Refering to you as MILF
talking to you about porn as if you give a shit
taking you to cheap restaurants
making you call them back because they are on a company mobile
Watching children's TV when you come to visit.
groper in public - nasty!

These may seem very obvious points and no I dont have mug tattooed on my head, but when you are back out there you will eagerly overlook massive character flaws in order to enjoy going out with someone - or getting some - be warned, these men trawl bars, pubs, infact all public areas. Like terrorists, they look like you and I (except they are men) They will not give themselves away easily, and the best rule is DONT SLEEP WITH THEM, dont do it even if you have the pre-menstrual horn/ haven't had it in years madness about you, its not worth it girls!

Incidentally, went out last night and met a lovely man (unfortunately he had a head like a potato) but was actually interesting and interested so they are not all bad. It may well be that men with heads like potatoes are generally nicer because they, like all root vegetables, have to try hard to maintain a person's interest!