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It's been brewing for some time and now it's over. No more bitterness, petty arguments and sarcastic innuendos, but the end of what was a happy, contented, family marriage of 13 years. I will never be 'single' again, it changes you permanently and you join the Divorced sect. Gloom and Doom, Desperate and Suicidal? What future for a chap approaching midlife? I discover another world habited by the 'unmarried' mature people of the world, the Single clubs, DS clubs, meeting places, and experience relationships with ladies from differing backgrounds. My search for Miss Right takes me overseas to the hotspots of Thailand and the pulsating nightclubs of Africa where saucy erotic dancers and young "Takeaways" are available 24/7. Finally the Hunt Miss Right ends in the Philippines where all my dreams are satisfied. 10 years of 'Hunting' has been an adventure and one that I want to share.

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Publié par	Vistas New
Date de parution	01 mai 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781908400147
Langue	English

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The Hunt For Miss Right Midlife Romances and Revelations
By
Nomadiclover
It’s been brewing for some time and now it's over. No more bitterness, petty arguments and sarcastic innuendos, but the end of what was a happy, contented, family marriage of 13 years. I will never be ‘single' again, it changes you permanently and you join the Divorced sect. Gloom and Doom, Desperate and Suicidal? What future for a chap approaching midlife?
I discover another world habited by the 'unmarried' mature people of the world, the Single clubs, DS clubs, meeting places, and experience relationships with ladies from differing backgrounds. My search for Miss Right takes me overseas to the hotspots of Thailand and the pulsating nightclubs of Africa where saucy erotic dancers and young “Takeaways” are available 24/7.
Finally the Hunt Miss Right ends in the Philippines where all my dreams are satisfied.
10 years of 'Hunting' has been an adventure and one that I want to share.
Acknowledgments
I owe much appreciation to the many people who were in the same position as I was and whose shoulders I rubbed against during the ten years between wives as a divorced man and their freely given advice and experience that I took notice of and benefited by.

I should also like to thank all the contributors to the Yahoo Groups that specialize in life in the Philippines for their replies to many of my questions, for their candid and honest personal opinions and the sharing of their experiences. The British ExPat internet Forum also provided a means by which to learn about living abroad with its many challenges and dangers.
Foreword
There are bombs and explosions happening all over the world today but there is another type of disaster that causes havoc and misery to ordinary people’s lives and that is Separation and Divorce.
What happens next, where do you go from here, where to live, who to make friends with, whom indeed are your friends now, a very stressful and a lonely situation to find yourself in.
Some chaps have others lined up already and get on with their new lives, there are some who almost straight away fall into a fresh relationship and make that work. There are others who simply drift from one relationship to the next seeking Miss. Right.
I’m the last one.
This is my story and it’s about my experiences during the ten years of living as a divorced middle aged man and how I went from day to day meeting ladies and forming relationships. All the experiences I’ve been through are explained in full and in intimate detail. I don’t see reason why you should read of fairy tales when I can relate what actually happened.
This account just might help out someone else in similar circumstances or at least shout “there’s life out there!” I did the rounds, bars, single clubs, romance columns in newspapers and then the world hotspots. I’ve been there and survived highs and lows but mostly highs if you make it work that way.
My mum passed away rather a bitter lady at 85 years old and she would say that her life had not turned out the way she expected it to. I would disagree and say that you are in total control of our own destiny and should make the right choices with careful thought not blame others for some of our wrong decisions. Someone said, “You can’t change who you are, but you can change how you behave.” Along the way however I’m sure Lady Luck was watching over me.
I envy academic writers who tell a story with wide uses of adjectives and colourful sentences, isn’t that Eloquence? My story on the other hand is written as I speak, matter of fact, and proper clumsy at times. If I was given a choice of pen and paper or screwdriver and pliers, it would be the screwdriver and pliers that would win every time.
To avoid any embarrassment, the people and some of the places are “higgledy pigledy” but the experiences are very true.
My brother said of me during my marriage that I was a prude. That was to change.
Join me on the hunt for Miss Right.
The Hunt For Miss Right
Outside the city law offices we stood, my now ex-wife and I had signed the paperwork ending 13 years of married life, she kissed me on the cheek, said goodbye then tripped off down the road in her smart business suit to meet with the new boyfriend. This chap was much younger than us, drove a sports car and had all the luxury items given to him by his wealthy parents.
I was sad to leave my 13 year marriage, the normal trappings, couple of children, Labrador, mortgage and secondhand car. We did all the money saving things to afford treats for the kids and organized a granny annex for the in laws to help us so that my wife could go to work, I even had a vasectomy because it was easier for me to do that then have my wife go though surgery or risk cancer scares with the pill. She was desperate to get away from the housework, being bored at home and I suppose was a career woman at heart. “I only had the children because you wanted them” she said one day. The meals and “housy” things she felt obliged to do because they were expected of her. I suppose from there, things started to go wrong, we bought a new small car and she became an office worker “Down-town”. There was a fellow in the office took a fancy to her and they became a couple, moving to a big house on the outskirts. Two years further on and this chap spent the weekend with her best friend and that ended that!
Fortunately I had a good, interesting job and hobbies that kept me busy at home. Of course all that changes when you need to find other accommodation and move away from the family home, no more walks with the dog and tucking children up in bed each night after work. My company offered me some lodgings that I was very grateful for and they were not too far away from the family so we could arrange visits and outings for the children. A big hole comes at the end of the day. Prepare your own meals and then there’s the TV or a few beers down at the corner pub. Paying your monthly maintenance puts a limit on the level of how far you can go to entertain yourself and it can be a depressing time. Yes, I was depressed for a while but glad to get away from the constant arguments and bickering that some couples can thrive on. You have to deal with the loneliness and make the effort to do something about it.
The bars are full of young single people, mostly tanned laborers in denims and brown faces or couples out for a drink; as a middle aged guy with bald patch you stick out some what. Trying to start a conversation with a person at the bar fails miserably and you realize that you have nothing in common with the regulars. However half a gallon of good bitter or “Real ale” and a packet of peanuts puts the world to right for a few hours.
I began to search around for any venues where my new title of “Divorced” would be made welcome and made a call to the local “NCDS” (National Council for Divorced and Separated) in Birmingham. There were over 300 members, wow I thought; I’m not the only one thank goodness. Filled in a form and attended the meeting in a city premises with bar and pulsating disco. Quite an experience it was to mingle with middle-aged well dressed people who are in the same boat as you are, it doesn’t take long to meet another bloke to chat to, maybe because they are in the same desperate situation! There are all sorts of people here from office types to laborers with ill fitting suits. Some flash guys and smartly dressed ladies, an intriguing bunch that moves you to start guessing what their backgrounds are. The drink driving laws mean you have to limit your drinks and make them last for a couple of hours, just when you could do justice to a few!.……Crikey the amount of lemonade shandies I drank!
Of all the ladies there I eventually started something going with a 43 year old divorcee called Jenny, a small lady, trim figure, happy and smiling. She’d had two husbands already and an older daughter that she shared a council flat with.
It is very strange to walk out on the town for the first time with a lady who is not your wife and it is very nerve racking. Holding hands again and making conversation, it’s as awkward for you as the lady I suppose. It was the second night out that things began to happen. We kissed and cuddled on the couch, and then the fireworks began. It wasn’t long before we were in her double bed enjoying the feelings that I’d not had for several months. I was following her lead I suppose being new to this game and lay on my back whilst she moved over me and mounted on my stiff erect organ. I reached up and caressed her breasts but these were liken to empty trouser pockets and were disappointing; they lacked any substance and it caused me to lose some of my ardor. Jenny then moved a pillow under my hips and this was she said to give her more feeling and enable her to enjoy it more. After a while I was really beginning to “flop” and holding these empty pockets did nothing to help it. Not a moment too soon she threw her head back and growled “fuck me fuck me” and quickened her thrusting. Despite my horror at these outbursts I never the less responded automatically at once and we climaxed together….wow! We snoozed for a while and then I left to return to my lodgings around 3am. Driving along the road with windows down and singing to some music on my radio at maximum volume would have appeared to pedestrians as madness, but I was so happy!
Jenny had been on the singles circuit for some time and been out with several men looking for her Mr. Right, meeting me could have changed that but she made a decision to settle down with a previous boyfriend and I was on my way out. Despite only knowing her for a couple of weeks the effect on me with her news was devastating and brought water to my eyes. I started to make my way to leave but Jenny invited me to stay saying the electric blanket was on and the bed would be warm. No way could I stay after being rejected.
Something she did say that stayed