Have you ever heard the phrase “don’t put all your eggs in one basket”?

Definition?  Fig. to make everything dependent on only one thing; to place all one’s resources in one place, account, etc. (If the basket is dropped, all is lost.)

My mum uses this particular phrase with me when I’m having a man related whinge.  It’s been duly noted by her that I’m very much a “I have some eggs buddy, please can I put them all in your basket” kind of person when it comes to men.  I get tunnel vision and because I aren’t a fan of playing games with peoples feelings or having others play games with mine, I’ll focus all my energy on making that one guy work out. 

(I’m sticking with the egg theme and I’m going to start talking in cray metaphors – stay with me though, it will make sense.

Imagine that the guy  you really like and whom you want to give all your eggs to has a really rubbish basket.  It has holes in it or the handles are broken.  Or hes a reckless walker and because of this he starts dropping your eggs and loses them or they break. Your eggs are rolling all around on the floor and down the hill and getting bits of dog shit stuck to them and people are standing on them.

HEY BUDDY, they’re my eggs, be careful with them.

What if he has a basket which he collects loads of girls eggs in – the multi egg carrying bastard. Because they exist. There’s men out there who’s main aim in life is to look like the kind of guy you can give your eggs to for safe keeping but secretly he’s minding the eggs of other women too. I don’t know about you but I don’t really want my eggs smooshing around with loads of other girls eggs. My eggs are special y’see.

Which is why (I’m told) it’s important that if you don’t feel like a certain guy has your eggs best interests at heart, don’t stop looking for other men with more trustworthy baskets. That’s where I fall down. That way you have less chance of your eggs being broken and carelessly discarded.

What we all want in life is a guy who we can give our eggs to and for him to take care of them. I don’t mean knit little woolly egg hats or draw faces on them because that’s just weird, but a guy that ensures your eggs aren’t getting cracked or broken. Because eggs, like our hearts, can be very fragile and need to be handled with care.

There’s no use crying over spilt milk but broken eggs, like a broken heart, are most definitely something that it’s okay to cry over.