Catch

I've never thought of myself as a "catch". Never been one of the "must have's" or high up on the in-crowd list of those being worshipped by adoring males the world over. But I recently ran into an ex from 16 years ago (who kinda ran away when he saw me), and that got me thinking about some of the guys I dated when I was around high school to mid-20's. And considering things from another angle.

There was the bloke who beat up my first boyfriend over me. Even though I had absolutely no interest in him. Funny, but I ran into him about a year back near here - and still see him on the roads now and then, driving his garden services truck. Strange boy, that. Convinced he has healing power vibrating through his hands (a thought planted in his head by the church he attends).

First boyfriend was a bit obsessive too. I seem to remember issues with me having other male friends... but mostly have blanked that bit out.

There was the bloke who didn't want to accept things were over. He'd stand outside the lounge window in the night, staring in at me, my family and whatever new male friend might have dropped by (or even the guy who boarded with us - yes, dated him too at one stage, and he completely broke my heart). I'd get phone calls later on telling me exactly what I'd been doing, and when. Scary stuff. (His mom was scary too - good few marbles short, as was her little Maltese dog.)

There was the Aussie bloke who proposed right after meeting me - actually, two of them. One was in his 70s and the other about 10 years older than me. They kinda proposed within a week of each other, but I was having none of it. They weren't the only proposals in my life - I said yes on two other occasions, but they dumped me (not a happy story, either of them).

Then there was a married bloke who had designs on me - but I don't do that, or anything like that. Not even a thought on the horizon - which is why the other two who made suggestions in that line didn't get a foot in the door either. Unfortunately that first one ruined a good friendship.

That ex that ran away when he saw me? Well he was extremely upset when I moved on a few weeks after we broke up. Another "follow you around and see what you're doing, with who" experience. To tell the truth, I'm slightly amused at the whole obsession thing in retrospect. Though not so amused at the time...

So did these guys think I was a "catch", or did I just attract stalkers?

Truthfully I'm not convinced of either extreme. I'm just me - take it or leave it, pretty much happy with who I am and rather fond of Land Rovers and a particular tall nutty man. I certainly don't see myself as anything out of the ordinary - just another chick on this planet, with her own quirks and view of life. Sometimes way too independent for her own good, sometimes oddly insecure. I laugh, I cry, I get happy, I get sad. I'm good at some stuff, and not so good at others. Just me. Nothing extraordinary. I've certainly never considered myself a "catch". So I guess it was the jealous obsessive stalker thing after all! :-)