I am taking this whole being single and not being arsed about dating anyone seriously. I haven't even thought about Ben in so long, you know, for like a week now. And then I saw him again yesterday, he was with her again and they were kissing each other on the doorstep of his house.
Maybe I've had an epiphany or a light bulb moment or something. It's like I've finally realised that there's no going back from this, it's over and I've just got to accept it. Ben's not going to suddenly decide that actually, he does love me; he's not going to call me up and beg me to take him back. And who's to say that I'd even want him back anyway? Yeah, so, I probably would. He's completely over me, and it's about time I got over him too.
It's high time that I go out there and put on a brave face; I'm a strong independent woman, and I don't need a man.
Aaron is desperately trying to convince me that I need his help with dating as if he's some kind of expert. I can't even remember the last time he had a steady boyfriend, and he rarely went on more than two or three dates with the same person. And I don't want one of those online dating profiles that he keeps trying to talk me into getting, "but they're so amazing, you really should get one," he said while loading up Plenty of Fish. "Well, what about one of my mates then? I've got loads of single mates?"
He was delusional if he thought that I'd let him pick out a potential boyfriend from one of the many morons he called friends.
To be honest, though, I didn't want anyone's help with dating, maybe the truth was that I didn't want to date anyone at all. I was doing just fine by myself. And for the first time in a while I was in a good place, a happy place; learning to love myself again and all that jazz. Because you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else, right? That's what they say all the time in magazines and Debbie's column.