Hello, my name is Doris and I'd like to make a complaint.

How much of conversation is dominated by men during a first date, or during a relationship?  How long can a man talk about himself, his opinions, his beliefs, his desires without interruption? How does this sit with women who date them? Well…it grates! And as my post-separation single years continue, and I have the 'privilege' of experiencing more one-on-one conversation with single men, it can sometimes be difficult to notice anything else.       I've had a few first dates recently. Steve. Not a confident man by any stretch of the imagination. Had an obvious speech impediment and an unfortunate facial tick. Didn't stop him dominating the conversation.  One sentence from me was followed by 10 minutes of conversation from him.   John was the same.  Listened to him for the first hour talk about his fledgling business. The conversation consisted of him firing reasons at me (ad nauseam) for why he had bought his frozen yoghurt franchise; how the bus...

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Is it healthy to stay friends with an ex-partner?  Does it mean you're strange if you don't? Does staying friends with an ex mean you are emotionally mature or emotionally stuck?  Friendship is one thing.  Living together for years after a relationship has ended is in an entirely different ball park, especially when you are actively searching for a third person to plop into the mix. I’ve just finished up a relationship with a man who has been living with an ex-girlfriend for the last year. In fact, they have lived together a few times since they broke up 7 years ago. For a confluence of reasons I was told. How did I feel about this?   Well, those living arrangements caused a lot of problems for me, as I am sure it would most, if faced with this situation.   Problems arose pretty early on, before I even knew they’d had a sexual relationship.   I had originally assumed they had dated once or twice and then just said ‘lets be friends.’   N...

This came into the comments section of my last blog entry, 'A Valentine Love Poem'. It's from the fat lady with a tanning disorder who lives her ex. I decided that it shouldn't be left in the comments section. It needs a space of its own.   Amazing...a woman who still uses the term 'man of my dreams'. Cheer up tan lady. One day that ex that you still live with will look past the outside and notice all those great qualities on the inside. You won't be washing his jocks for nothing then.  I'm quite proud of a few things you've said about me.  Thank you.  Whoops, hang on. For a really smooth read, I think it should be: ' Than  deranged, fucked up and out of my mind.'  Bugger, it was your punchline too :-( #shesalittleobsessedwithme #SheCandoPoetryTooYouKnow Ladies and gentlemen! I give you..the ex's ex girlfriend. This is what I was up against when I tried to date a man who still lives with his ex (they're just friends thou...

Happy Valentine's Day Roses are red Violets are blue What's good for you Is good for me too You live with your ex And that's all good and fine I plan to see Carlos For coffee and wine We won't watch sexy movies We'll just sit and chat Old friends who care deeply About each other, that's that We won't sleep in the same house He won't hear us root He won't see me braless Or all oily after ummm...fruit I'll introduce him to you We'll all be great mates I'll tell you of women He fucks on his dates 'Cause I'm 45 years old And I do as I please You shouldn't be jealous He's just an old squeeze

I haven't been out with any men for quite some time now as life has been just too darn busy, and to tell the truth, the men I've been seeing recently are just too darn horrible.  I would, as a form of personal psychoanalysis, like to go over the finer details of the 2 dates I shared with David - a rather cooky-looking, well-educated, fifty-something year old who liked to ride his pushbike.  Just about everything I was looking for. At a glance, first date: Grey hair in a well groomed style, glasses, tweed jacket, t-shirt, jeans, Doc Martens and bike helmet on the chair for Christ's sake.  Perfect! David chose the venue for date # 1, and according to the law of averages when internet dating, that venue happened to be in his home suburb. The venue itself was lovely, and we shared an afternoon drink looking out over the Brisbane River, doing the standard get-to-know-you's.  David was rather nervous at first and conversation was a little choppy to begin with.  ...

I was on a plane the other day and I was sandwiched between 2 men who both sat with their legs wide apart and their arms on both their arm rests, while  I sat between them with my elbows close to my waist and my legs tightly together.  I managed to wrestle the armrest from the man on my left and I noted how he was suddenly no longer able to pay attention to the document he was reading.  The minute my arm came off the armrest, he reclaimed it and went on reading. It's time we give them a bit of their own medicine