Hello Lover? Dating Special - Part Four

Life & Love

BusyGirl Jenna continues her journey into the depths of her heart. This week, she meets another potential guy who makes dating more irritating than irresistable...

"What's so wrong with a relationship?" he asked, looking at me expectedly. I'd known the guy for ten minutes and despite the drum and bass pounding through the club and the shots of tequila we'd just demolished, he'd cracked my cover. I looked at him and was instantly bored. Tedious conversation and attempting to dry hump my leg was not going down too well. Yes, it's guys like this that the ‘Oh is that my phone vibrating?' moment was made for.

Why should I feel the need to explain myself? Why was it so difficult to accept the fact that some girls genuinely don't need a man to feel complete? Ok, so it's hardly a fairytale, but it was true. I'd never been happier. Focused, motivated and feeling like the sun was shining out of my backside, I felt like I had it all. My career was taking off, I had amazing friends, and a social life that would rival Lindsay Lohan's (minus the rehab, skinny frame and lesbian tendencies).

I love men, don't get me wrong, can't get enough of them - I flirt the shirt off many a hottie, but when it comes down to it, I run a mile at the first signs of anything further than a couple of dates. I guess I just don't need to be attached to feel fulfilled.

"Every girl wants a bloke love, you're just fooling yourself!" ‘Leg Humper' yelled over the bass line, interrupting my thoughts. I stared at him in absolute disbelief and resisted the urge to punch him square in the face. My girlfriend, recognising my ‘get me out of here' glare, whisked me off to the toilets before I let the tequila do the talking.

"Oh please! You're just terrified of getting hurt!" she quipped, after I filled her in. "The second you got excited about the last one coming back into your life," she continued, "he let you down. You don't want a relationship, because the only guy you've ever truly let in turned out to be a major disappointment."

Yes, the woman spoke the truth. I was more than happy to be friends with the first love, but got sucked in when he admitted that he measured every girl against me and believed that we were meant to be together. He'd always had the power to do that, let me down after raising my hopes sky high. Was his poor treatment of me really affecting the way I viewed relationships?

Heading back to the dance floor and thankful that the idiot I'd previously been speaking to was nowhere to be seen, I made a decision. I may enjoy the freedom of singledom, but I'm not about to give up on love.