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After a string of exhausting relationships, Betoota Grove woman Kelsie Nova (32) has finally accepted that she’s got to stop trying to fix men.
Her friends have been saying it for years. She’s a natural caretaker, and simply cannot resist the ones with baggage.
While it can be quite fun in the early stages of dating a ‘renovator’s delight’ – Kelsie has gradually learnt that she’s actually not a qualified psychologist or life coach – and she needs to stop hooking up with men that treat her as one.
But then again, there’s also the guys who don’t think they need help. Those men are particularly exciting.
However, as someone who’s keen to settle down in the near future, Kelsie has finally conceded that her friends and family are right. It’s time to find a partner who has the emotional intelligence required to avoid ending up in road rage incidents.
Gone are the days of showing her short-term boyfriends how to pay an electricity bill, or how to find a lawyer that can help get them a section 10.
It’s time to let those birds learn to fly on their own broken wings.
The only problem is, she’s finding it quite difficult to identify the normal, stable men out there. Especially considering this was never part of her criteria until now.
Her friends tell her the easiest thing to do is look for someone who looks after themselves. A well-kept, handsome man. The’s the safest bet.
But Kelsie has even forgotten what a hot guy looks like, considering she’s traditionally been drawn to busted men with scars on their faces and beer guts.
This is why she’s now second-guessing her most recent rom-com moment at the local supermarket – when Kelsie met eyes with a medium-height man about her age in the confectionary aisle.
Is he handsome? Is he hot? These are the questions she asks herself. She could see a jawline. So that’s a good start. But the facial hair looked more like a hungover 3-day-growth than a Clooney-esque 5 o’clock shadow.
His lack of a trolley suggested he was single, but the fact that he actually probably needed one for the 12 bread rolls, hot chook and tub of coleslaw he was clawing to his chest could be considered a red flag.
She decides it’s probably not worth exploring what could happen with another accidental encounter in the frozen foods aisle.
At time of press, Kelsie was loading her boot with groceries in the car park, when she heard a loud bang and some swearing.
She see’s her mystery man again. He’s kicking the passenger door of a bloke that nearly ran into his ute, and encouraging him to get out of his softcock lancer and have a fucking crack.
Kelsie swoons.
She rushes over to break up the fight.
MORE TO COME.
