For months, I have run around this city looking for places for all you singles out there to meet Mr or Mrs Right. and realised that taking on Cupid's job wasn't as simple as it sounded.
So it is time to hang up my wings. After dragging myself to gyms, walking my dog and
popping down to the local hardware store, I will leave you with an ending, maybe even a happily-ever-after to my story!
If you have read my column from the beginning, you will know that I entered into this as a single girl, in the same boat as our many texters, looking for love in all the wrong places.
I thought the whole thing would be a laugh _ I would take my years of reading women's magazines and see if they knew what they were on about.
So it is time to hang up my wings. After dragging myself to gyms, walking my dog and
popping down to the local hardware store, I will leave you with an ending, maybe even a happily-ever-after to my story!
If you have read my column from the beginning, you will know that I entered into this as a single girl, in the same boat as our many texters, looking for love in all the wrong places.
I thought the whole thing would be a laugh _ I would take my years of reading women's magazines and see if they knew what they were on about.
Was finding love really just a matter of opening up my eyes and looking?
Turns out they were right. When I was least expecting it, and in a place where I didn't think love would be hiding _ there it was.
After embarrassing myself while walking the dog (keep an eye out for my name for Best New Talent at this year's Logies) and grunting and groaning at the gym, it turned out that love was right under my nose.
Six-ish years ago, I started hanging out with a girl, Tanya, who had just moved to town. One day she took me to her place to pick up some clothes after a rather big night out. As I get out of the car, there stood this incredibly cute, tall, broad-shouldered boy around the same age as me. Just when I was about to blurt out `Who's the hottie?', Tanya introduced me to her brother Scott. So instead of asking her if I could marry him then and there, I followed the Girl Code like a good friend _ brothers are off-limits.
So I moved on, and consoled myself by perving on him when I would run into him or at different events Tanya invited me to. So years later, here I am running around town telling everyone how desperately single I am _ and I suddenly start seeing Scott everywhere. Also single, he popped up everywhere I seemed to go _ his nephew's birthday party, the local pub and we finally managed to get talking.
After a couple of beers, I finally worked out a way _ and the courage _ to exchange numbers, and although I felt guilty about breaking the Girl Code, we started seeing each other.
Lucky for me, the Girl Code is pretty flexible, and with Tanya's blessing and maybe a touch of fate, I have done something I was beginning to think I was never going to get the chance to do _ I changed my Facebook status to `In a relationship'.
He will totally kill me for everything I'm telling you, and you will probably be reaching for a bucket to be sick from way too much mush, but here it is. He's 27, a tradie of sorts (I'm still not sure of his exact job because it's way too technical for me so generally, and much to his disgust, I just say he digs holes for a living). He's cute and he's sweet and he has very quickly become my best friend which, in my opinion, is one of the most important things in a relationship.
Turns out they were right. When I was least expecting it, and in a place where I didn't think love would be hiding _ there it was.
After embarrassing myself while walking the dog (keep an eye out for my name for Best New Talent at this year's Logies) and grunting and groaning at the gym, it turned out that love was right under my nose.
Six-ish years ago, I started hanging out with a girl, Tanya, who had just moved to town. One day she took me to her place to pick up some clothes after a rather big night out. As I get out of the car, there stood this incredibly cute, tall, broad-shouldered boy around the same age as me. Just when I was about to blurt out `Who's the hottie?', Tanya introduced me to her brother Scott. So instead of asking her if I could marry him then and there, I followed the Girl Code like a good friend _ brothers are off-limits.
So I moved on, and consoled myself by perving on him when I would run into him or at different events Tanya invited me to. So years later, here I am running around town telling everyone how desperately single I am _ and I suddenly start seeing Scott everywhere. Also single, he popped up everywhere I seemed to go _ his nephew's birthday party, the local pub and we finally managed to get talking.
After a couple of beers, I finally worked out a way _ and the courage _ to exchange numbers, and although I felt guilty about breaking the Girl Code, we started seeing each other.
Lucky for me, the Girl Code is pretty flexible, and with Tanya's blessing and maybe a touch of fate, I have done something I was beginning to think I was never going to get the chance to do _ I changed my Facebook status to `In a relationship'.
He will totally kill me for everything I'm telling you, and you will probably be reaching for a bucket to be sick from way too much mush, but here it is. He's 27, a tradie of sorts (I'm still not sure of his exact job because it's way too technical for me so generally, and much to his disgust, I just say he digs holes for a living). He's cute and he's sweet and he has very quickly become my best friend which, in my opinion, is one of the most important things in a relationship.
Being Cupid for Townsville singles wasn't really meant to find me love _ I merely wanted to help out the city's singles and flex my writing muscles. I didn't mean to meet my own Mr Right.
For those of you sitting there thinking `OMG, why didn't she tell us?' _ since I met Scott, all I have wanted to do is write all about him like I was writing in my diary. But I hate reading that stuff, so lucky for you, I have saved it till the end to show you that you really can meet
nice, normal people around here. Turns out it's not about where you are, what you're wearing or how much you weigh _ it's about getting out there and being yourself. I'm not a perfect person _ I could work on my badonk-a-donk a bit more, and be nicer, or smarter or prettier, but in the end, I guess there is someone out there who will appreciate you if you appreciate yourself. Sounds a bit `self-help book', I know, but it's true.
For those of you sitting there thinking `OMG, why didn't she tell us?' _ since I met Scott, all I have wanted to do is write all about him like I was writing in my diary. But I hate reading that stuff, so lucky for you, I have saved it till the end to show you that you really can meet
nice, normal people around here. Turns out it's not about where you are, what you're wearing or how much you weigh _ it's about getting out there and being yourself. I'm not a perfect person _ I could work on my badonk-a-donk a bit more, and be nicer, or smarter or prettier, but in the end, I guess there is someone out there who will appreciate you if you appreciate yourself. Sounds a bit `self-help book', I know, but it's true.
It's been so much fun writing this _ I know most of my loyal readers are related to me _ but for those of you aren't, thanks for putting up with my craziness. You must have been thinking I was nuts! I guess I am, who else would have run around the football poking her cleavage into the faces of unsuspecting men to get their attention or making my poor dog run up to blokes in the hope of getting a date. Before I sign off I have a message for those of you who have been looking for love _ don't give up! If someone like me, the terminally single, can meet someone, it's only a matter of time before Mr or Ms Right for you comes waltzing down that grocery aisle.
As for the happily-ever-after I promised you, maybe there is a big white wedding, a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a golden retriever in Scott's and my future or maybe not. I'll just have to leave that one with Cupid. I think he knows what he's doing after all .