64 | November 2012 www.womanthismonth.com Being my age and single, I have endured much. A recent tug of the heart strings, however, had me jumping through hoops and got me thinking if any of this is worth the angst at all. I think I just attract these guys. Some call it pheromones, the scent of love. While he may wear eau de toilette, I’m starting to think mine is really ‘eau de toilet’. WoMentality By Hard-headed Woman A BlindDate Some say being in love makes you blind; a Canadian beau would have me agreeing wholeheartedly. Canadian and amazing, my blindness for his physique made me miss certain things on our first night out. Not until days later did I realise his dress sense was stuck in retro overdrive. When Bill and Ted had their amazing adventure, tennis shoes and a backward ball cap were fun, even trendy. Twenty years since, it’s a little out of date and extremely ‘unchic’. My blindness continued. Gorgeous “hunk of the month” worked across the causeway. We aligned our days off so that we could spend time together. When the day arrived, he turned up, dropped his luggage at the door and went to bed. That’s right. He slept for 18 hours out of the 24 that we had together. I had waited a week to see my heartthrob. Instead of hanging out with me, he lay beside me, snoring, in dirty socks et al. Apparently, I run a hotel now. My guest awoke, ate and left back across the border. I can hear you all saying it right now — enough! Unfortunately, I had thought each event was a one-off. I would forgive him for being male and show compassion and understanding. I assumed that it would never happen again. The next week, it did! In a land where BD2 cleans your car, BD5 inside and out, there is no excuse for any automobile looking like a South American bordello. His vehicle needed a housekeeper to spend a week in there. “Clutter is the dirty desk of a confused mind,” stated someone famous. I was starting to see things about my gorgeously figured man that really worried me. But he adored me, he missed me and he needed me. And I fell blindly for it. His vacation arrived. He left the night it started. I sent him a dozen texts and two dozen emails. None returned. At vacation’s end, he showed up with familiar words — “Miss, Love, Adore.” I scoffed at his advances. If he had been far too busy to reply to my messages, why must I accept his? Most of you, I know, are quicker on the uptake. Thankfully, I’ve heard of both sexes being this foolish. I do know that despite my trials, I am not alone. The final straw involved cold hard cash. First, there was a dinner date. The bill totalled BD12 of which he made me pay half and then kept the change. Romantic and fiscal! Then, there was a request that I help collect a gift for his grandmother at the Souq. I paid the taxi fare, collected the gift and paid its cost. He awoke, kissed me, took the gift and left for the border. I don’t mind not being taken care of. I am, after all, a modern alpha female, strong and independent. Nevertheless, I will not stand for being used as a hotel, cook and cleaner. I will certainly not stand for being ripped off or taken advantage of. If there is no equity, then there is no relationship. I hope his grandmother liked her gift. It cost me BD20; it cost him a lot more — the best woman he could ever have found. All the same, I doubt he will ever realise the error of his ways. Love may be blind, but so is stupidity and he will just never see that.
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