A rare and unwanted species.

I don't generally get overly personal on my blog, but I have a fairly large winge coming on. I am not writing this for sympathy or for any "plenty more fish in the sea" comments because although kind, it's not helpful.

Anyone who knows me well is aware that I have been single for quite a while now. There was a brief relationship in there but the less said about that the better really.

Anyway, long story short I joined the internet dating scene as it seemed like the only way to meet new people. This was back in 2011 and have been on and off with it since then. Just for clarification before my winge begins I would just like to state for the record that some people I have met have been "good guys" just not for me or vice versa and this is only my opinion of my experience.

I feel it is fair to say that I have now almost had my fill of the whole internet thing and here are my reasons.

It would seem that women of my age who do not want children are the least wanted species on dating sites. Many men of similar age and older are still looking to have children so usually have an upper age limit of late 30's. Certainly 40 seems to be the magic number that they do not go above, even if they themselves are up to ten years older than that. It starts to become fairly demoralising looking at profile after profile and being discounted on account of age and the fact I don't have a maternal bone in my body. Not having a particularly professional job these days does not fair so well either and seems to render me a bit stupid.

Sadly though, I think many women tell lies on their profiles too, which only makes the few honest men more wary. One chap I had a brief email correspondence with told me he was leaving the site having just unwittingly had an affair with a married women. As if being single wasn't hard enough!

I have quite a few more gripes but will leave it it that for now

 At least some things never fail to make me smile.

Peace x

All photos by Caroline Harvey

My Grumbling Ways.

When you are out and about on the roads all the time you see some weird and wonderful driving. I am by no means perfect myself I admit, but seriously it amazes me some people are still alive.

One thing that has always slightly got my hackles up are these people that insist on telling me that they have a baby, child, Prince or Princess on board. Are they just boasting that they are good at procreation, because to be honest I don't really care.

When I set out on any road trip, may it be short or long, I endeavour not crash into any other vehicle whether they are carrying a child or not. However this can sometimes prove difficult when some "baby on board" drivers are so distracted by their precious offspring that they weave wildly across both lanes of the motorway or indeed forget where they are going and pull out at the last minute from the off ramp they were travelling down!

Although a tad long winded "baby on board" notices should really say "Tired, grumpy, angry and easily distracted from driving parent on board. Please keep your distance."

Apologies to any of my friends that might have one in their car window, I am sure that this rant does not apply to you.

Double rainbow.

Peace x

All photographs by Caroline Harvey.