I think I was born 60 years too late

Yes it is true. I am completely convinced that I was supposed to be born in 1920, so I could be in my 20’s during the war years. Not that I really want to be around during that time for the war itself, but I really love that era.

Think about it, the fashions were amazing – little hats, pencil skirts, jackets, dresses… the women were curvaceous and that was a good thing. You were thought to be sickly if you were too skinny.

The men were… men. The good ones went off to war to fight and the lucky ones came home. They were courageous, they were courteous, they knew how to treat a girl like she was the most important person in the world. I say this with my only reference being movies I have seen, books I have read and grandparents I have talked to – so I am fully aware that I might be completely wrong.

There were movies and dances, leisurely walks and time to talk. Wholesome dinners with the family, milkshakes at the corner store and rides in the car. Life seemed more simple then.

Thinking about it, maybe I just want to be Allie from 'The Notebook' movie. She just looks so super cute!

What do you do when you head and your heart don't agree?

In the past my head and my heart have been in full agreement when it came to relationships. They were co-workers, co-captains, co-conspirators - working together to keep me on the right path... until this week.

Someone I dated in my uni years has recently entered my life again through a business relationship. We have not seen or talked to each other in over six years, yet when I saw him again it was like nothing had changed. My heart just picked up the same beat from our last meeting, tapping out a happy little rhythm as it always did when I was near him in the past. My head had other things to say though. With six years of life to draw on, my head was taking a far more cautions approach.

When it comes to love, society tells me to follow my heart, but life tells me to use my head. No wonder relationships are so difficult - especially when your head and your heart can't even get on the same page.

Sienna

So, If you didn't already know, I also have a passion for photography! I have a small business that I run in my spare time called Adored Photography. Nothing fancy - just me capturing moments.

I have recently discovered that i LOVE taking photos of newborn babies. There is such innocence there, such potential for greatness in each face - it gives me much hope!

I took some photos of Sienna - the daughter on my good friends Chris and Selena Protheroe. Wanted to put a couple up - i just love these pictures! Sienna was a bit of a wriggler but I managed to snap a couple of keepers in there!

What a pity you need a spark to make a fire....

So... been on a couple of dates with a lovely guy - strong faith, great job, house, nice car, good looking, polite, intelligent, caring, fit and healthy, doesn't smoke, drink or swear, no deep dark secrets in his past, strong connections to his family... he was ticking all the boxes on my list. Sounds great doesn't it? I thought so too....

Only problem being - no spark at all between either of us. Nothing at all. Not even a little one.

My goodness, I don't think anything has got me so darn depressed than the thought that he might have been the best man I would ever meet (and from what he told me, I was the best girl he had ever met) and still we couldn't get it together.

Doesn't bode well for my future at all. The 'bad boys' never worked with me because their deep dark past always came back to haunt them, and good girls just make bad boys feel guilty. Now the good boys don't work either.

I am still completely bamboozled about how anyone ever falls in love. There is so much that can go wrong, and even more that needs to go right.

So anyway, looks like I am going back to the drawing board. Right now, the thought of having to go through all the first date dramas over again and again and again is enough to drive me to the block of chocolate sitting in the fridge - thank goodness I have a little bit of self control.... and an overwhelming stinginess that doesn't want me to waste all the work I did at the gym today!

Suck it up Linda - go and eat an apple :) Things will look much more promising in the morning.... I hope.