........of mice and men!
I am a huge on planning! Often not the little things, as I love spontaneous nights out, deciding last minute that maybe a few drinks or a cinema trip would be fun, and often these are some of the best nights out (unfortunately the Girl could not do spontaneous). I do however seem to keep tumbling into plans, especially when I am in a relationship.
I hate the question "where do you see yourself in five years?"
I would love to say "well in a nice house, with a wife who I make happy, in a job that I enjoy, with enough money to pay the bills and do the things that we want to do (I don't have expensive tastes, an occasional meal out, the odd trip to the cinema.....I don't even have or want a flash car!) Instead I always mumble something about "I don't know.........somewhere else?"
Other than with The Girl about which I have bored enough people with already, I have often been drawn into plans with partners. My second fiance and I were going to be junior Doctors together and start our own practice. She is now a Doctor in New Zeland and I am a Solicitor in England. One of my other previous GF was, I have to admit, my secretary at a previous firm of solicitors. We were effectively living together and working together......whilst we were both very happy together we both realised that spending 24 hours a day with each other was not healthy. We both had our own interests but knew that to let us have any realistic prospect of staying together we had to have some distance. We also both loved Newcastle and decided that with time we would look to move up there.......
As a solicitor the prospects of me getting alternative work at the time were good, although she said that she wanted to get a job elsewhere. It was agreed after long discussions that she would move elsewhere so that we could really make a go of it. She found another job although again I asked if she was sure, that she didn't want to stay and I would find a job elsewhere......
"No, I want to do this for us!" After some pretty horrendous relationships previoulsy I was hugely touched by someone wishing do this for me.....for us! Of course as the title suggests two days before the end of her notice period she told me that "it wasn't working.....and that she didn't think she made me happy!"
In fact her ex-boyfriend had been in touch, who she gone back to a number of times, and who she had always said was horrendous to her. In the end she was drawn back, and I was set adrift. Of course all I could then associate with the office was of seeing her sitting out in front of my office, smiling in at me! I moved on three months later.
Three weeks later I met the Girl and on a whim asked her out for meal! Things seem to go really well and we got on....and the rest is as you say.....history!
There is a saying that the best plans do not survive initial contact with the enemy. I find that they do not survive the vagaries of a woman's mind..........
P.S. - Just to conclude I should add that six weeks after the break up the ex-GF telephoned me to say that she was very sorry, and whilst she knew that she had hurt me, she wanted to give it another go as she had made a mistake. As it was I had started dating The Girl and in any event had been really hurt by the unexpected nature of the separation.
I do not consider myself a catch but it made me wonder how often it turns out that the grass really isn't any greener on the other side!
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