Dating advice: Insecurity is not a good look
Contrary to the Bridget Jones conspiracy that all us women are calorie-counting insecure idiots, I’ve found the I-word much more applicable to the male of the species and, let me tell you, it ain’t pretty.
Lily Allen had it bang on with her song, "It’s not me, it’s you".
I dated a guy at the beginning of last year who I was to later discover was supremely insecure due to the fact he was working in a bar because he’d lost his graphic job to the recession.
Now, I was very supportive of his position, knowing how hard it is to stay afloat in media and the like. He repaid me with a series of thinly veiled digs, which were about as subtle as an ill-fitting hairpiece.
A few cases in point: I get him into a gig on the guest list. He says “Ooh get you!” I’m travelling with work; he says “Aren’t you the big shot?” Er, no, but I have worked hard in my career.
The best though was after our first, unsuccessful as it happens, attempt at sex. He chooses this time to call me neurotic.
Me neurotic? This from the guy who stands all floppy and useless before me.
My reply? “What, you mean like Woody Allen?”