Just lately I've been finding myself asking the question, "am I doing this right?"
I don't wish to sound a neurotic Woody Allen type but, I guess, on some levels, that is exactly what I am and that is causing me to question whether I am actually any good at this life thing.
I have begun to wonder if I am to life, what my mate is to common sense. My mate is the cleverest person I know but, when it comes to common sense, he makes a camel looked gifted. At a time when I am trying to make life simple, I seem to be making it more and more complicated without having the first idea how I'm managing to make such a tangled mess.
As my regular readers will know I decided to take a break from the dating scene, at least whilst I sorted my head out, and concentrate on developing friendships. In that respect things have been going great - or at least that was what I thought until Saturday night when my friend declared that she, "loved me."
By my reckoning, in the past 12 months, three women have told me they love me, one woman hasn't (obviously, more than one hasn't - but, hopefully, you know what I mean?) and one has displayed hatred towards me (yes, my relationship with the ex-wife is still strained!).
Is it just me that makes this sort of complicated mess?