Find me Somebody to Love

Love Train

Now that I have a job, at least for the time being, I have now embarked on the dating agency routine again. I don’t sign up to pay sites, and I must admit I am really fussy in my selection of availability. So it’s photo first, then location, age, non smoker then scan the profile, then send a short message, witty as possible, original as I can be, complimentary chat up line, then wait.

Most get no response like the firework that when lit, nothing happens and you wait and wait then give up and walk away. In these days of equal opportunities how many women ask men to dance, and how many women can just lay there and wait for the man !!!

So, I find myself again at a cross roads. Summer has passed me by, just like Bank Holidays, I like beauty, style, poise and grace. I like sharing, what is the point of looking solo, not much. I also need to hold hands, and care about somebody.
Can anybody, find me, somebody to….. love.

When I was a school boy most kids at school had mums and dads. Yes the dad was down the pub every night, but I was the only kid at school with a single parent , my poor mum.

Now, what the American army used to connect their nuclear weapon silos against the Russians, yes the original internet before it went www, is awash with men and women from broken relationships all with their handbags and glad rags. All looking for the special one, but he got the sack from Chelsea a few seasons ago, and he was never replaced with a more special one !!

Grass Greener, well it takes 2 to tango and 1 to sabotage.

It’s a shame we can’t be more tolerant to each other, it’s a shame you can’t say to someone on the passing escalator, Christ you’re beautiful here is my phone number. We get more set in our ways as we get older and supposedly wiser, yet how our lifestyles can be so different and all the carrier bags and differing priorities.

I delivered to a house today full of Eastern Europeans, no not Eastern Promise, and cigarette smoke blowing out as the front door opened at least 5 small children there breathing in all the fumes. Then some live in squalor, mess and filth and I hold my breath until they shut the door.

I don’t know any one as clean and tidy as me, and I don’t care if she is a Pamela Anderson look a like, if she was a scruff in the home and a fag ash Lill, I would be exiting stage left pronto.

So love is all around, great expectations, hopes will be dashed, better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.

Its another roll of the dice and see where Mr Blue Sky lands, is it on the snake or the ladder, miss one go or ahead 10 spaces. I used to live next door to a man who looked much older than me but he probably wasn’t , he lived with his son. The house and garden was a tip. He stayed in all day every day, greasy hair, worse dressed man about town. I think he had given up on women and life apart from driving to the corner shop every morning to get a newspaper, yes he did not walk either. And my Mum, she had her admirers nothing long lasting, but she preferred animals to humans, she could trust them more.

As for me, I wear my heart on my sleeve, yes I put deflector shields up, but I have too much romance, passion and compassion. Some will never see it, some have abused it, maybe one day somebody will hold the key and will never let go, maybe.

So let dating commence winner takes all………..and maybe me !!

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I was born under a bad sign,
Left out in the cold
I’m a lonely man who knows
Just what it means to lose control

But, I took all the heartache
And turned it to shame,
Now I’m moving, moving on,
And I ain’t taking the blame

Don’t come running to me,
I know I’ve done all I can
A hard loving woman like you
Just makes a hard loving man

So I can say it to you, babe
Ill be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more
I’m so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more
Ill be a fool for your loving no more

I’m tired of hiding my feelings,
You left me lonely too long
I gave my heart, and you tore it apart,
Oh, baby, you done me wrong

Don’t come running to me,
I know I’ve done all I can
A hard loving woman like you
Just makes a hard loving man

So I can say it to you, babe
Ill be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more
I’m so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more
Ill be a fool for your loving no more

Ill be a fool for your loving no more, no more, no more

So I can say it to you, babe
Ill be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more
I’m so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more
A fool for your loving no more

Fool for your loving no more...