Uber communication

A 20-minute Uber ride has restored my faith again.

I received more communication from my Uber driver who was 7 mins away from pickup, than I've had from any guy in my orbit over the past six months.

As I was waiting for said Uber, the driver messaged to let me know he was a few minutes away.

I had to look twice at my phone.

Who was this guy willingly communicating with me? This was an unusual feeling.

I replied, saying I was waiting at the pickup spot and he arrived shortly after.

He lifted my suitcase into the boot (thank you!) and he started chatting once I was in the back seat.

I'd just arrived back in Brisbane from a weekend trip away and wasn't my usual chatty chatty self with strangers. I just wanted to get home to my cat and bed.

Yet, somehow I still managed to find out pretty much this guy's story highlights.

Which included:

• He's been single 2.5 years
• He has three kids (4, 9, 11?)
• He's from NZ, moved to Brisbane 24 years ago for a girl (who he'd dated for three months, then lasted a further four once they arrived in AUS)
• He drives Uber when he doesn't have his kids (but he can take a couple of nights off - wondering if he said this for my benefit?)
• He pays $800 a week for a two-bed unit
• His day job is a draftsman in the construction industry
• He doesn't feel the cold (again, NZ)

He did ask if I had kids - no.

He also asked what I did for work and I told him, even naming the company.

I was considering asking if he wanted to go for a drink - but I wasn't sure if I was reading into this and honestly him having a four-year-old freaked me out! Waaaay too young.

Either way, this brief, 20-minute interaction has put a pep back into my step.

I don't think I was meant to meet this Uber driver to date him, rather to show me I need to get back out there again and it's not as scary as it seems.

And as my friend says, I've still got it! So that's reassuring to know.

The magic of love is just around the corner - I can sense it.

P.S. I should probably mention he was cute and mid-40s!

Breathe Again

For the first time in months I feel like I can breathe again.

You know those big, deep breaths that don't have the weight of the world hanging onto them?

The heavy cloud that's been there has finally lifted.

I've done the hard work, had the hard conversations with myself and decided that short relationship wasn't going to define me or define my 2026.

As a good friend said "a three-week interlude isn't going to bring you down!"

Amen to that.

I've been a hermit these past few months.

Sure, I'm still seeing the occasional friend, going to movies, gigs and walks, but I haven't actually been doing anything new or exciting.

I haven't done anything exciting in months, if I'm honest with myself.

There wasn't anything I was afraid to try.

That's always the key - things that scare you are often the best things for you.

I am going to sit in the scary for a bit.

I'm going to get out more.

Put myself out there.

Enjoy life again.

And see what happens.

My turn will come and the magic of love will find me again, even perhaps when I least expect it.

An ode to the short relationship that was

To the guy who stole my heart from the first date on the first day of 2026.

I had hope. Hope things would be different this year. Hope the date with this guy from an app would be worthwhile.

I was underprepared for the date, which was unlike me.

I eat first dates for breakfast!

Earlier in the day I'd been thinking of rescheduling - I wasn't feeling well - thought I was coming down with a cold.

However, it's not in my nature to cancel, and especially not a first date, so I didn't.

Little did I know at the time that short, informal date would kickstart a whirlwind two-week romance neither of us saw coming and both thought would be long-term (or at least that's what he lead me to believe).

The guy did all the right things to make me feel secure.

He messaged after the first date saying he'd loved getting to know me and appreciated I wasn't feeling great, yet still met him.

The clincher? He told me I looked incredible.

Yet I hadn't made my usual effort as I wasn't feeling myself.

From the start of this relationship, things were different for me.

Walls fell as quickly and the days passed.

We talked on the phone after our second date - the uncomfortableness I usually feel didn't even factor in.

He even admitted he, too, gets awkward on the phone and said we could stumble through together.

Those quiet, reassuring words meant so much to me at the time.

Unbeknown to me, this guy was seemingly slipping through all the walls I've had up from my numerous dating fails in the past.

Which he was aware of as I'd mentioned some of them and he'd read a few of my beloved blog posts (hi!).

He handled things like a pro. He called when he said he would, he'd message each morning, hold car doors open and happily plan our dates.

Even through in the casual "in winter" remark which made my heart skip several beats as that was months away.

I was never anxious around him, I knew where I stood with him, or thought I did.

Each step felt right, it didn't feel rushed.

Neither of us was doing or saying things we thought the other wanted to hear.

In two short weeks (with the promise of many, many more) I'd gotten to know this guy deeper than my two previous relationships.

I was secure.

I was content.

I was happy.

I was planning a future with this guy.

But after a couple of things happened that were out of our control, cracks started to appear.

This guy who'd put his best foot forward for two short weeks was suddenly backtracking faster than you could say boyfriend.

Which I'd referred to him as and me, girlfriend.

It was if the words left a stale taste in his mouth, but he couldn't actually speak those words to me.

This guy whom I thought I knew and understood was a stranger to me.

That slow fade, then the ghosting.

The courtesy and gentlemanly old-school values he once showed was a far cry from the guy he'd turned out to be.

Was he a pro at this? Did he make a life of manipulating women's hearts for fun?

Did he get a kick out of it?

That's something I will never have an answer to.

But I am thankful to him for showing me there are guys who want to plan dates, treat a woman like a lady, love chatting to them on the phone for hours at a time and will drive a couple of hours for lunch just because she felt like getting out of the city.

Even though these things were very short-lived with him, I will appreciate when the real thing does come along and stay for more than a few short weeks.

It will be a lifetime of commitment to one another and I will never second guess how important I am to them ever again.

The magic of love slipped through my fingers this time, but it's not too far out of the frame.

Things aren't always as they seem

Things aren't always as they seem. They rarely are.

You see, the guy I've been happily blogging about hasn't actually been the person I've been happily blogging about.

As women, we try to make sense of what's happened. Did I miss the signs, did he really say those things or did I imagine it, was it me? Could I have done something differently?

The list is endless.

But this time (for once) I can hold my head high and know it wasn't my actions that changed, it was his.

I was my most authentic self I've ever been around a guy. This in itself can be quite confronting - not having someone continue to respond to your openness like they had previously.

I felt extremely comfortable sharing with him and talking to him about anything and he did the same with me.

That's what made him stand out from the other guys.

But something changed with his communication and he no longer felt comfortable to talk to me about it.

As you can imagine, this left me with a lot of questions. Many of which I still don't have the answer to.

Recently I had to fly back to Cairns unexpectedly and he was coming with me - had his flight booked and everything.

At the last minute, there was a family emergency and he couldn't come.

And by last minute, I mean 12 hours before we were flying.

During the four days I was home with my family, he wasn't there for me. I expected more, especially because the guy he'd shown me for the first few weeks of dating would have been there for me.

Once I got back to Brisbane, things were still off. 

He was preoccupied with family stuff. He didn't prioritise me or my needs.

Everything had changed with him and I started wondering what had happened.

One minute he's telling me I look cute in a selfie I sent him, the next he's dodging my calls and not responding to my text messages.

I was in a familiar place, once again.

One I thought I was never ever going back to.

Things were going at lightning speed for both us. He wasn't further along than me. He didn't love bomb me as some friends has suggested. We both saw each other together for the long-term.

But things changed and he no longer practiced what he preached. His actions no longer matched his words and it left me wondering where I stood in the relationship.

This is not something I ever want to find myself questioning, especially with him.

Things happen for a reason

I'm a big believer in things happening for a reason.

I don't always know why at the time, but eventually I do.

I've jumped headfirst into 2026. I've experienced the highs - and lows - over four weeks.

The thing I've been searching for for a long as I can remember is here.

And I couldn't be more surprised.

I've met someone who not only sees me for who I am and likes it, but is not afraid of the strong, independent woman I am.

In fact, that's one of the things that attracted him to me.

After awhile you start to believe the rhetoric you're told.

I'm too much.

I ask too many questions.

I shouldn't expect someone to text me back or call me back like I do.

I've somehow become that girl whose name flashes on the phone screen, but her calls and texts are never returned.

I've questioned myself time and time again. 

Am I asking too much of this guy?

Shouldn't he want to spend time with me?

I'm not needy, but I do have needs that haven't been met time and time again.

And I'm tired.

Rejection sucks.

It weighs you down, but it's never stopped me from believing I would finally get what I deserve and what I've been looking for for so long.

Ever heard the saying rejection is redirection?

I'm beginning to understand it now.

The one thing I've been craving is within reach.

Acceptance, understanding and unconditional love from a guy who has managed to see parts of me that I've never shown anyone. 

Never knew were even there.

In the past I never felt comfortable to let my guard down, but there's something about this guy that's so different.

The magic of love may have found me afterall.

Waiting

Waiting.

I'm not a patient person most of the time, but when it comes to matters of the heart, I've got all the time in the world.

Lord knows I've been writing my beloved blog for more than 12 years, still holding space - and hope - I will meet the guy I'm supposed to be with.

You have laughed, gasped, smiled and no doubt shook your heads reading some of my posts. Thank you for being here and sticking with me.

Friends have said "I don't know what I would do if I was single now. I don't know how you do it."

Shut up, please. Respectfully, shut up.

I do it over and over again because these are the cards I've been dealt and I need to accept that or not.

I chose to accept it many years ago.

Not having a boyfriend hasn't stopped me from living my life. I travel alone, go to gigs, movies, friend's big events - all alone because I don't want to miss out because I don't have my plus one.

I've always taken comfort knowing he is out there and I will meet him soon.

The more work I've done on myself, the more I started to believe this dream would become a reality.

It only takes one to change everything.

The magic of love wasn't as out of reach as I once thought.

Familiar pair of jeans

I recently got a taste of what a relationship might look like with someone I've known for almost five years.

Timing was never right with us. Or that's what I always kept telling myself. 

He wouldn't/couldn't/didn't commit. I always wanted him to. We'd go 'round in circles repeating these habits. 

Yet time and time again we'd find ourselves gravitating towards each other again. And each time I was hoping it would work out differently. 

Each time it didn't. 

Until the most recent time. 

I had hope. I knew there was something between us that was more than a situationship as everyone had labelled it. 

Things were smooth sailing.

For three weeks.

Shortest honeymoon period I've ever had.

Slowly my self-doubts crept back in like a familiar pair of jeans. They look good, but you know the fit just isn't right.

We'd been here before and I knew how it was going to play out. 

He didn't return my calls, didn't respond to text messages. Looked at photos I sent, but still didn't contact me. 

The old feelings of uncomfortableness once again swept over me. 

Oddly familiar as we've been here before, but at the same time I was hoping we were done with this. 

Not communicating our needs with other. Not truly saying how we felt. Letting the other person go because you knew you couldn't give them what they want. 

I know this isn't the state I want to live in – constantly wondering if he's going to return my calls – hell, answer them in the first place – reply to messages or even message me first. 

This isn't the basis of a solid relationship, or even friendship. 

The constant state of not knowing where you stand isn't good for anybody. 

I know that. 

I also need to finish this last chapter with us.

I need to close the book for the last time.

If he won’t give me closure, I’ll take it for myself.