Getting back to the topic in hand

OK – in the last couple of blogs I have strayed slightly from the original topic. I felt the need to do that in order to share with you the stage I am at in my life. A brief recap for those at the back:

I am from Ireland

I am 32 years young

I am living in Belgium

I am obviously trying my best to come to terms with the fact that I am in my early thirties and am still single. God I feel like the male equivalent to a character from Sex and The City…you know the one – the one that wears the weird clothes and one that writes even weirder articles



So having laid these foundations I feel that is more than time to get back to the matter in hand:



Belgium Is Boring



Let’s debate this matter further…..or rather let me write what I think on the matter and you out there, the Discerning Surfer, can respond with your own thoughts.

The Life and Times of Being a Minger Magnet

It is my intention that this little corner of cyberspace that I reside in will evolve and grow as we get more familiar with each other. I am quite alien to the concept of keeping a journal for myself, never mind for the more discerning internet surfer out there.



The fact that you are here reading these words, is already a comfort to me. It is reassuring to know that in this crazy place we call planet earth there are other people who share my interests



Today’s topic – Mingers. Or more importantly, my ability to attract them. Don’t get me wrong. Ugly people could (and should) find love as well but at the risk of sounding facetious and arrogant - I’m not really in the market for an ugly person just yet.



Sure of course this may change as loneliness and desperation set in but in the meantime, I’m just happy being my own person again and doing what I want and when I want. OK - granted that’s not much different compared with when I was in a relationship. “Ahhaaaaa!!!” I hear you crying out loud at your monitors, “that’s your problem BIBMaster – that’s why you find yourself emotionally scarred as you so obviously are, stumbling through the scattered landscape of broken hearts and shattered dreams!”.



But why say that? Why shouldn’t I be able to do what I want? (within reason of course). I am quite happy with my Mrs. Right doing what she wants just so long as our paths cross every now and then and we acknowledge each other’s existence from time to time and we’re not hurting each other, I see no harm in it.



I feel the need to back up this with an example. For instance – if I would like to go to the pub and watch some football with my mates on a Wet Wednesday in November – is that really such a crime? If Mrs. Right would want to go out with her mates to, let’s say for argument’s sake to shop I certainly wouldn’t stand in the way. I’m a man of the 21st century. I believe that Mrs. Right should be entitled to enjoy and pursue her interests without fear of recrimination from me, the loving Mr. Right.



Surely this is how it should be? Am I really that wrong?



But getting back to the original topic – Mingers need not apply.

Unlucky in love

OK Folks, I realise that we are only at the formative stages of our friendship. The “getting to know you” stage so to speak, but of course with all good friendships, we need to open ourselves up just a little in order to find out a bit about each other. What makes us tick.



I understand your reticence at doing such a thing – I mean, after all, who in their right mind would open up to a guy (or is it girl?) that hides behind the moniker of “BIBMaster”? Apart from the fact that it sounds like some sort of weird BDSM title, you also have to wonder at the motives behind an individual who hides behind such a nickname.



No offence taken – as I said I understand completely; so I’ll get the ball rolling by letting you into my world. A glimpse of what it’s like to be a young(ish) ex-pat living in Belgium, unlucky in love and on the search for his “Mrs. Right.” OK – so I’ve let the cat out of the bag now – I’m male – but see? – this is the sort of thing that I’m talking about. The getting to know you phase is already in full effect!



First of all, I’ve met many Mrs. Rights along the way. In fact they are everywhere. The problem is that it just seems that I’m their Mr. Wrong.



Of course this rather important fact is not always obvious at the start and it is only after going through the trials and tribulations of a relationship before we (read she) decides that the novelty of having an Irish boyfriend starts to wear off.



The hectic social calendar, the large circle of friends, the love of sports, partying and in general just having fun seemingly proving to be too much for my Mrs. Right and off she runs to the safe haven of a “normal boyfriend” (whatever that is) or at the very least one of those rabbit vibrators that I’ve heard so much about, come to think of it, usually from ex-girlfriends.



But hey, I’m not bitter and it would be churlish of me to rake up the twisted car wrecks of previously failed relationships.



I mean – I don’t want to scare you all off just yet, do I?