This is a story about global children...

I should have been in Prague today, December 22nd, visiting the greatest Kiwi-Czech couple I know. I love them to bits. I'm sad I didn't get to go.

My ex-wife was a programmer when I met her. I thought there could be nothing greater than dating a geek. Turns out it's better just to date somebody you like and who is nice to you.

Yes, I went out with my checklist of things that I wanted:

• Science degree
• Computer programmer
• Outdoorsy
• Adventurous
• Ambitious
• Prepared to follow me into dangerous situations
• Able to stay calm in a crisis

I would say that I got most of those things. The problem was that she never backed me up. There were so many times when I expected her to have my back and she didn't. In fact she was an even more harsh critic of me than I am, and I'm unbelievably hard on myself.

She ended up trying to be me, which is a bit weird. She wanted to learn to climb, so she paid money for a guide and porters to drag her up a mountain. I could have taken her up some Scottish winter routes that are amongst the most brutally dangerous and exposed in Europe.

She wanted to learn to sail. I'd already pretty much taught her, but I could have found some really nasty tidal eddies and extremely tough ports to navigate into, where loads of boats run aground. I could have taken her out on a brutal day where you surf down the waves and try not to broach. No, she wanted to pay SunSail to bob around on a floating caravan in non-tidal waters.

She said she wanted to drive a rally car and thought she was a good driver. I've raced round the Belgian Formula One circuit and won a bunch of karting races. She bought herself a little car that looked a bit like a sports car while I was in hospital once. I bought her a 1972 MG Midget with wire wheels, for her to drive all summer while she was off work.

You would have thought that she'd take care of me, but either she didn't realise how good she had it, or she had a highly inflated opinion of herself.

It occurs to me that a lot of geeks would like a geek girlfriend. They're highly sought after.

I probably just picked badly.

Also, being nice to somebody doesn't make them nice, it turns out.

This photo was taken 8 days after we met. My life skills were ploughed into learning how to be a good adventurer, leader and geek, rather than pick a good life partner (July 2005)

Tags: #divorce