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The Market......

Being a single.... ahem.. girl!! These days is not all its cracked up to be. Getting back on the market, is not quite so simple these days. Well thats wrong getting on the market is easy, possibly the easiest bit. There are so many 'markets' out there with all the social sites and dating sites, then the pubs, supermarkets and basically anyplace you want to try to pick up an acquaintence.
But actually picking up an honest guy who really wants to get to know you, who has no weird hang ups, or can't get over the 'ex'. Is really difficult, I've met a couple of weirdo's, some nice guy's (who I still speak to). But not really met anyone who's 'rocked my boat' and hit the normal button... (wrong I did but hey still not ready for a relationship, I got). Back to step 1.
So this point I start thinking to myself, Is It really worth carrying on? Shall I just give up and live the single life? But then I really would like to meet someone who I can have a laugh with, go out with as two consenting adults!!
Then there is the children issue... Pardon you ask? well when is the right time to introduce them to my kids? and will they run away screaming LOL.. I mean 12 and 4 are such delightful ages with out the added baggage that comes with having had my past relationship.
Which puts another question into the equation. Do I tell them about my past? If so when? At the beginning? Or later as you actually start to feel something for them?
See what I mean 'Single' is not all its cracked up to be, Its not to much to ask, Is it for a little bit of companionship (not just sex) yes I have to admit that is an important factor, but just sex is ... Just sex! Without care and intimacy its nothing, you may as well go visit the sex shop and buy your own (equipment) LOL.
So any one got any answers to my dilema? answers below please...........

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  1. Hush the answer to your question has been sorted out now hun and no i'm not going through all that again and explaining it on here lol yes sex isn't end and all of the relationship the proirities are the kids to make sure they are brought up happy etc then we come second to them thats easy so no arguements over that. We will have our time together once the kids are sorted each day but it will come ;) that care and intimacy is there an d more you know that. Good job i know some of the past and found out more but past dont bother me as you know what bothers me is you and the kids ( the full package ) ok enough of my dribble ;) and batteries cost too much now (A) lol

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