Here’s the rub…
Having being single for basically twenty-six years of this hooligan life of mine, I have set my priorities. People I put first, second, a distant third…
Family is always first. The six of us are too close to allow any other person to cause shite amongst us. And boy, do they try. I find it disturbing that people enjoy making a stab at playing my brothers and I off each other, attempting insults of my folks, or relaying spiced-up stories of me to them. All it will do is destroy a friendship, and not the relations between the crazy siblings and crazier parents.
Friends, who I get on too well with, who improve my life, who have stuck it out through mad and bad times and helped me out, are a very close second. To the extent that I will play chauffeur to fkcing Kempton Park on a Sunday morning for one of them to pick up his date.
So when a guy comes along, sparing a second of my day for him ain’t easy. When my mates need me, I jump to it. And the irony is, is that I would like my future guy(s) to holds similar priorities. Loyalty is all that.
But then when is it time to compromise? If I hope to ever enjoy the fun, loving, (regular sex!) times of a relationship, then do I not have to sometimes put good mates second, let alone let down the family, so to be able to explore dodgy uncertain possibilities with a man I barely yet know.
It is not easy to reorder the priorities of a very single, very independent woman.
Not easy at all.