It seems that I have some kind of self-destructive addiction to men who aren’t really interested in me, but give me just enough to fool myself otherwise. After my latest effort – spending a shade over 12 months hoping desperately that a womanising low-profile professional cricketer would see the light and realise I am the woman of his dreams – I think it’s high time I learnt when to invest time and energy in a situation, and when to leave it the hell alone!
Note to self: I am an intelligent, well-educated, well-travelled, fit, active, fun-loving, caring human being and I deserve to be treated well. Hanging out with anyone who doesn’t fully appreciate me is a WASTE OF MY TIME! Professional sportsmen are OFF LIMITS FOREVERMORE!!!