It really is true what my Mother used to tell me when i was a little girl….’Have faith’ ‘wait and when you least expect it someone will come into your life’. My Mother although we often argue is a very very wise woman who’s opinion I respect very much.

As life passes us by and still no man we begin to realise those lazy evenings where we lay on the sofa with our elasticated waisted trousers armed with nothing but a tub of Ben N Jerrys icecreme and Eastenders to keep us company could go on forever. Others, live a more sociable lifestyles, making friends with people they dont particularly like but stay in contact with simple because theyre ‘cool’…but at the end of the day those woman join the other million lonley hearts across the Uk and dread becoming that lonely ‘cat lady’: by definition this is a woman who allowed life to pass her buy, no real life or family of her own who lives in squallor with dozens of cats through no one elses fault but her own.  

Today the Bridget Jones lifestyle seems more appealing than before. Women dont necessarily need men anymore (so we kid ourselves). Although we claim to love living this ‘Sex in the city’ girl single life we secretly that little girl inside each of us craves what every other girls wants……to love and be loved in return.

At times faith can be lost and then something happens….some ONE happens. Someone who offers you escape from the real world even if just for a few short moments a week. Someone who makes you smile even when theyre not there and maybe without even knowing it themselves at the times.

 you laugh instantly, someone who often knows what your thinking before even

before you do yourself.

aving not bothered even looking for it we may have stumbelled across a good thing. Theres no gaurentees, no promises of a better future but the possibilities are endless and its exciting.

searching, the constant heart ache and the drastic influence the single life has had

 on your bank balance suddenly begins to all seem worth it, one things for sure

, theres certainly light at the end of the tunnel.

This past eighteen months has taught me alot: Iv laughed until my belly hurt, cried until my eyes stung and created memories both good and bad both of which I wouldnt change for all the tea in china.

To find one great friend in your lifetime is a blessing but i believe I have several. Two years ago, I was part of a small group of mutual friends who studied, ate, slept and socialised together often until the early hours of the next day. There’d be day trips and random 12hours ‘girly’ chats with wine and pizza and being a friend was the ultimate full time job without any pay. Then life hits you! People move, people find the one they love and have to divide their time, people ‘outgrow’ their old life and decide to move onto what they consider better things. Often relished with guilt I find myself thinking about all those speical friends Iv had in my life so far, the ones who I never see, the ones I know iv lost and the ones I know i’ll have a precious bond with until the end.

So, make new friends and dont only keep the old but appriciate them to. Remember how they helped you be who you are today, rememeber how their words of drunken encouragment late on a friday night pushed you that extra mile, remember how they had to force you to brave going University alone. Basically, remember and be greatful.

Making new friends whilst keeping the old is a very tricky business, will they clash? will they accept my other friends? will they fit in with the group dynamic? Why am i ever worried because ofcourse they’ll get along greatly, they have one thing in common, that thing?….me!

Life is one big celebration and I love the way those celebrations have a tendency to bring old souls together. You feel like youve never been apart and that you only saw that stranger yesterday, you find yourself remembering things you had forgotten a logn time ago and yet the mere sight of their familiar face ignites this whirlwind of memories and past times.

There will be paths we have to go down alone and ones where we may invite out friends along for the duration. Note to self, just because theyre not there doesnt mean they dont care. Jobs, university, engagments, babies and mortgages are a bitter sweet concoction in my opinion….each is precious and exciting in their own way and yet each creates a different barrier for my friendships with others.

So a note to all of my friends, you are not forgotten. For all those times you saw me laugh and all the times youve yet to see me cry. For all those memories shared and those yet to be created. I love you now, yesterday and forever.

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From that moment he places that first gentle kiss on your lips you imagine your body intertwined with his enjoying a passionate night beneath the stars.

When he first held your hand you started to plan every minor detail or your ‘forthcoming’ wedding in your head, the table clothes, the centrepieces, the names of those lucky few preffered bridesmaids. 

You’d go out for dinner to a swanky restaurant and in the back ground you hear the beautiful sound of Micheal Buble singing ‘The way you look tonight’. He’s there busy tucking into his steak and ale pie whilst your mind begins to wonder as you invisage your very first dance as man and wife.

The fact is, as women, our imaginations are a very dangerous tool. Activly, they plan a huge part in our falling in love and coinsidently they often also plan a vital part in the breakup.

For many women the imagination is a destructive tool which ultimatley kills any sucessful relationship they’ll ever have as they can’t trust the men they love.

He tells you he’s working late and those destructive few may translate their husband’s hardwork into lies, adultary and betrayal. Their imagination torments them as they begin to imagine what their other half may or may not be doing with his secretary in his office at 3am in the morning.

It often puzzles me how many women appear to have a perfect relationship and still manage to make a royal mess of things. Their consuming lack of trsut and constant accusations eventually drive their men away….often ironically into the arms of another woman. As the saying goes…’without trust in a relationship you really have nothing’. All im saying is ladies, if you have a man who loves you then treat him well and know that he loves you back, enough to not cheat on you. Im not saying leave yourself vulnerable and open to attack but I am saying enjoy him, enjoy his company and your partnership.