What is love? Does it really exist? Does my Prince Charming really exist or should I just settle for the good guy that is never going to cheat, beat or let me down? Is it ever OK to admit that it is too late for love and resign yourself to living as the cat lady from age 35? Have internet dating sites and apps like Tinder ruined the old fashioned idea of what true love is? Is there any circumstances where arranged marriage is OK or is just for those savages from archaic patriarchal cultures? Can men really be monogamous? These are some of the big questions that I had been discussing with people around me whilst toying with the idea of starting a relationship/dating blog. Like I said, I toyed with the idea but I never actually god around to taking the necessary steps to start this ‘award-winning’ blog till my own life turned into a soap opera at the end of 2014. You’ll hear a lot more about MR BIG BLUE as time goes on but for now let me tell you the bare bones. He is after all the reason that this blog got off the ground 🙂
I met MR BIG BLUE when I was innocent little 23 year old walking down the street in 2009. I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but it was certainly something sparkly. It was a whirlwind romance at first. We spent every waking and sleeping moment together, we explored his beautiful country, he took me home to meet his folks, we had adventures, we got drunk, we partied hard and we cuddled a lot. Then the universe told me it was time to go home and that broke both or our hearts, but I bought him a feathered friend to keep him company while I was away and we promised each other that we’d do the long distance thing better than anyone else. And we did although it wasn’t easy. MR BIG BLUE took his first ever overseas trip and came to meet the parents. They loved him. I packed my bags a few months later and moved to the other side of the world for my happily ever after.
Sorry to burst you bubble little girls, it didn’t quite work out like that. We had problems. We fought. We made up. We drifted apart. We made different groups of friends. I felt I was losing him so I told him to go. He cheated but I didn’t know it at the time. We moved apart. But we still loved each other so we kept in touch. We started spending more time together. I found out that he cheated. I fought with the Other Women. I won. MR BIG BLUE and I carried on. I forgave him but I didn’t let him forget. We started to get over things. We found some middle ground. We realised that neither of us were perfect but we were perfect for each other. The Other Women came back. That made things tense but it didn’t break us up. We were stronger and more realistic than we’d ever been. Sounds like we were on the right track? Well, that is what I thought …
I’ll leave you in suspense for now. But feel free to hate on him, judge me, offer advice and comment to your hearts desire. Till we meet again for part my cherubs look after yourselves and be sure to LOVE one another.
LOVE from Cinders x o x o