Mr. Dyson - Happy Never After (Part 6)!

Mr. Dyson has taken something of a back seat, after recent events involving snakes, being stood up and His Hotness, so it’s now time to put Suzi (and Mr. Dyson) out of their misery and share my recollections of where my relationship with the vacuum lover went so horribly wrong, yet we have managed to retain such a strong friendship since.

Well I did help him fix his heart but, as we all know, we don't need the emergency services around, once their job is done, reminding us of bad times so being the fourth emergency service is not exactly an accolade that has been helpful to me. It certainly hasn't helped my love life over the years (more of which later)...

Whilst Mr. Dyson and I loved each other, we couldn’t live together or, perhaps more succinctly, Mr. Dyson couldn’t live with me (although we tried for a couple of years). Whereas I would drink wine, he would dust; I loved old houses, he loved new; I called him Gorgeous Bloke, he called me Gorgeous Bird (GB x2); my life was madly chaotic, his was clinically calm; he loved skiing, I loved socialising; he loved tennis, I loved talking to friends; he loved me and I loved him but, ultimately, love didn't conquer all and we went our separate ways after a liaison with someone he met at work.

I shall never know whether it became physical or was purely a flirtation; what I do know is that our love affair died after he sent me a text intended for her...

After a lot of tears and a year without contact we developed a tentative friendship, as connections like ours don't just disappear and life is far too short to be bitter. It has become stronger over the years and now Mr. Dyson is always on call to put up my pictures, provide hugs when life gets tough, fix my plugs and  kill my slugs, but the truth is that we should never have had a relationship.

He's been happily settled in another relationship for many years now and chose, in his words, pleasant over passion as that suits him better, and I'm truly glad at least one of us got it right in the end. He is content and, as a friend, I am very pleased for him...

But Mr. Dyson will always be GB - hell, he is still the beneficiary of my will (something I know I need to rectify) - and very special to me but, sadly, Suzi, he and I will never be the reason you need to buy a hat....! Our involvement with rings, going forward, is likely to involve putting up curtain rings rather than putting a ring of the sparkly variety on my finger!

His Hotness on the other hand....well, you just never know.....in my life, anything could happen...