Dating Drongos

10 September 2005

I could fill a book on the endless whining girlfriends engage in on dating. Must admit, I did my share of whinging about said topic in, Baking at Midnight.

In fact, I chewed Isa’s ear off a number of times lamenting the crappy behavior of SportsBoy Paul, the date I met online.  Oh and Banks, who Isa suggested we turn into a toad after he revealed himself to be a first class drongo.

Drongos, Neanderthals, dating girls encounter them often.

The beaut thing is, we have choice: To date a drongo or not?  The answer is … “NOT.” You got that right, didn’t you?

Simply put, stay away from the shitty types or risk hurting yourself.

My personal development coach, Evie Hart, once suggested I think about this: “Are you still using men to hurt yourself?”

Scary question, because there was truth to it! When I was dating Banks, that is.  But then I met Nikov, who never fails to treat me like a princess, calling me, Tildy my beauty my love.

Are you using men to hurt yourself?

If you are, STOP the madness now.

If you’re dating a shitty drongo and whinging madly about his crappy behavior, dump him.  No ifs, ands, or buts.  Move on!

And then use this little ditty as your new mantra:

No more drongos in my life,
red flags are they.
Using men to hurt myself is
nothing short of mad.
I want a scrummy bloke.
Yes, a scrummy bloke for me.
Nothing but icing on my cake,
since a yummy muffin am I.

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2 Responses to “Dating Drongos”

  1. dave Fox Says:
    October 25th, 2006 at 4:12 pm

    What’s a scrummy bloke Tildy?


  2. Tildy Says:
    October 25th, 2006 at 4:22 pm

    Scrummy is yummy plus scrumptious.

    So in reference to a bloke it means he’s really something.


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