My Life with S

Once, Twice, Three Times a Mug.

Once,
I’m pissed off.
Three times in the last month, I’ve been taken for a mug.
The first one, some bloke on Twitter, started re-tweeting everything I posted. Everything. Then he started turning up at things I was at. Then he started tweeting to say he’d just seen me leaving the shop and he liked my hair today. Being the fool that I am, I said, well if you saw me why didn’t you say hello; come into my work and say hi. He did. And then he kept talking about going out for coffee, wanting to take me out for dinner, thinking I was gorgeous. As soon as I started to believe him, he disappeared into thin air.
Well, I say thin air; he’s still on Twitter, and probably re-tweeing someone else’s every move instead now. That one, I wasn’t overly bothered about. He was weird and creepy and I’m just glad to be rid of the weirdness.
The second one, I really should have known better. Someone I used to go out with started sending messages saying he missed me, would I consider giving him another chance, blah blah. I said no. He said would I let him take me out for a coffee some time (why always with the coffee? What ever happened to dinner and a movie? Am I really only worth a 3 quid fucking latte?). He told me he would take a day off work to come and take me for coffee. I said I would believe it when I saw it. I didn’t see it. I’ve bumped into him in the street twice since that conversation; no mention has ever been made of coffee. I should be relieved; I did not want to have coffee with this man, and would have felt obliged if he’d ever gotten around to it but… shit, why don’t men ever just fucking do what they say they’re going to do? It’s not like it’s difficult.
The last one, the soup bloke, I have no clue. He thinks I’m fantastic, talented, clever, I have a lovely way of painting a picture with words apparently. He brought me soup. He was clearly flirting with me. On more than one occasion. And as soon as I start to think that actually this could be something, as soon as I start to entertain the idea of not being single for the rest of my days and dying in a house full of cats, I get the “it’s not you it’s me” bollocks. He actually told me I have a nice personality. Thanks, I’ll just go get that paper bag for my head then.
Is it just me? Do I just attract this calibre of… I don’t even know what you’d call it. It’s like they’re just using me to boost their egos, to know they could have me if they wanted me, and that’s all they want. Clearly I make a great ego boost. It must be the boobs. Or the fucking personality.

Vicky is a mother, a blogger, a podcaster and a social media trainer. She writes about life as a single mother, parenting and lifestyle type things.

12 Comments
  • PG

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    Its not you, its them... Blokes are scared by Independent women, it makes them feel like they are superfluous, and because of that they spend their time trying to dominate them, thus the bullying that you have written about before. It probably stems back to their mothers who dominated them, and the fact that the TV portrays the "ideal" wife as being slightly subservient. The TV fodder

    1. Vicky Charles

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      Ah, you forget though - S&#39;s father was a single father when I met him.<br />I think I&#39;ll just start amassing cats and be done with it.

  • Becca

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    Guy 1 sounds like a stalker!!!<br />Guy 2 sounds like he needed an ego boost and is full of himself<br />Guy 3 sounds like he doesn&#39;t know what he wants and got spooked. And doesn&#39;t know how to leave a woman a nice compliment. Seriously, &quot;you have a nice personality&quot;?! <br />You should have responded with &quot;you have a nice soup purchasing ability&quot;<br />

    1. Vicky Charles

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      Guy 1 still follows, and is followed by, a lot of my &quot;followers&quot; on Twitter so is probably trying similar with them!<br />2 is just a bit... I don&#39;t know, I kind of feel sorry for him. Lost soul.<br />3... yeah. to his credit, he made the soup. But still. Nice bloke tho.

  • Magical Mystical MiMi

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    The first guy definitely a stalker. The second guy, yeah no. He didn&#39;t know what he had the first time around I doubt he knows now and the last guy is just clueless. The right guy for you is out there and he will be all that you need him to be, for you and S. :)

    1. Vicky Charles

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      I think I just attract the weirdos, the time wasters, the stalkers, the ones who don&#39;t know what they want. I think it&#39;s the boobs.

  • Philippa Tyrer

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    I think we&#39;ve all had our fair share of these types of men, I know I did when I was younger. The right relationship does exist, the only trouble is you probably will find it when you are least expecting to! The cats sound like a plan though...

    1. Vicky Charles

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      Starting to think I&#39;ve had more than my fair share now though!!

  • Carolynne - Mummy Endeavours

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    Men are just weird. Don&#39;t take it personally!! You&#39;re probably better off without lol :) xx

    1. Vicky Charles

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      I do get lonely, especially now that S is older and I&#39;m more used to being a mother (rather than spending 24 hours a day in a massive panic!). I just seem to attract the wrong sort.

  • MummyBarrow

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    There are some very strange people in the world. Man number 1 worries me. Alot.

    1. Vicky Charles

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      Several of my Twitter friends still follow him. He&#39;s a bit stalky but at least he buggered off.

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