Just a quick one, my boyfriend has surprised me with a trip to Paris for my Birthday! So very excited and impressed...him being a South African it takes a helluva lot of organising to get visas and stuff. But he managed it all without me knowing! Plus he got his lovely sister involved in the secret to make me take time off work without getting suspicious!
I feel like the luckiest girl ever. He's booked a boutique 4* hotel near the Arc du Triomphe. We have metro passes and museum passes, he's thought of everything! I've been to Paris before but have never been to the art galleries and museums like the Musee D'orsay and the Rodin Museum. And i've never been with someone i love...
He's definitely a keeper. But don't worry, you won't need to go and buy a hat just yet, he's promised not to propose on our trip...i have to meet his Mum first :-) (his words, not mine and considering she lives in Australia, it ain't gonna be any time soon)
my love life has done such a turn around i can't quite believe it - I've never been so happy!
ok enough of the cringey, mushy stuff. If you're still reading then i salute you.
x
Friday, 10 September 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
NEWSFLASH - that thing called...
My knuckles have been rapped by the boyfriend as i haven't blogged since April. This is always the way with me, i find i have more time and inclination to write when something's going wrong or i'm bored rather than when i'm happy and busy. The same happens when i try and keep diaries and journals. If anyone read them they would seriously think i was a depressed, suicidal loon - and i want to keep that a secret!
My best friend got married last month. It was a truly amazing day, one which i will never forget and i'm so happy that Hannah chose me to be part of it. It was very special. Unfortunatley i'm such a wet blanket that i cried at every available opportunity. But that's not news, that's just me and i've realised that me being a soppy cow is just part of my personality. I used to be made to feel stupid for my tears, told to suck it up or "here come the waterworks", the thing is when i'm emotional (and that's sad, happy, overwhelmed, angry) i express it through tears. I guess i can safely say that i'm not dead inside and that i'm very in touch with my feelings.
Something i have realised though, is eveytime i've cried recently (in the last six months let's say)it has been through happiness. I mean yes, i probably was a bit sad at saying goodbye to my parents and pets when they moved from the village i grew up in, to live in Portugal permanently. It's hard saying goodbye to a life that no longer exists. And it's hard knowing that they aren't where they always were. I guess in a way it feels as though my safety net has gone. But more than that, i'm so, so proud of my parents. They're so brave and i think they're a bit of an inspiration. They've made their dreams come true and they've worked damn hard to get where they are now. It's hard for them too, and i know not a day goes by without them thinking about their daughters and hoping we're safe.
And i am. Safe i mean. As far as i can be. So the tears are ones of joy really, and admiration.
I feel pretty settled at the moment. That could be down to the fact that i've had the same job for almost six months (and the same man) and i've signed up to another six months in Stokey. Or maybe i finally feel at home in London. Or perhaps now i've realised that London is my home. It's a nice feeling, but things are going to change. They have to. It's just the way the world works, and i'm not scared by that. On the contrary, i'm excited by it. Especially if it means moving in with the new man ;-)
I've got sooo much to look forward to this summer and most of it is down to him. I can't believe how lucky i am, to have snared a sexy South African dude who brings out only the best in me, who my friends and family love and who loves me. That's right, NEWSFLASH! I'm in that thing called Love! And it's great!!!
My best friend got married last month. It was a truly amazing day, one which i will never forget and i'm so happy that Hannah chose me to be part of it. It was very special. Unfortunatley i'm such a wet blanket that i cried at every available opportunity. But that's not news, that's just me and i've realised that me being a soppy cow is just part of my personality. I used to be made to feel stupid for my tears, told to suck it up or "here come the waterworks", the thing is when i'm emotional (and that's sad, happy, overwhelmed, angry) i express it through tears. I guess i can safely say that i'm not dead inside and that i'm very in touch with my feelings.
Something i have realised though, is eveytime i've cried recently (in the last six months let's say)it has been through happiness. I mean yes, i probably was a bit sad at saying goodbye to my parents and pets when they moved from the village i grew up in, to live in Portugal permanently. It's hard saying goodbye to a life that no longer exists. And it's hard knowing that they aren't where they always were. I guess in a way it feels as though my safety net has gone. But more than that, i'm so, so proud of my parents. They're so brave and i think they're a bit of an inspiration. They've made their dreams come true and they've worked damn hard to get where they are now. It's hard for them too, and i know not a day goes by without them thinking about their daughters and hoping we're safe.
And i am. Safe i mean. As far as i can be. So the tears are ones of joy really, and admiration.
I feel pretty settled at the moment. That could be down to the fact that i've had the same job for almost six months (and the same man) and i've signed up to another six months in Stokey. Or maybe i finally feel at home in London. Or perhaps now i've realised that London is my home. It's a nice feeling, but things are going to change. They have to. It's just the way the world works, and i'm not scared by that. On the contrary, i'm excited by it. Especially if it means moving in with the new man ;-)
I've got sooo much to look forward to this summer and most of it is down to him. I can't believe how lucky i am, to have snared a sexy South African dude who brings out only the best in me, who my friends and family love and who loves me. That's right, NEWSFLASH! I'm in that thing called Love! And it's great!!!
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
the age old question
What is love? Is it Commitment, ardour, liking, fondness, affection, friendship?
Is it companionship? Is it spending time with someone because you want too or because there is no one else? Does it mean feeling less alone? Or are we all alone? Does love mean that there is no one else that makes you feel so good? Or is it more than that? Is it devotion, passion, attachment? Is there a true love? How do we know when we have found the one and only? Is there a one and only? How do we know that there isn’t some one more perfect, more passionate, more romantic and more caring in the next city, or country or maybe just round the corner from where we work? Do we ever know for certain if we are in love?
What is the difference between being in love with someone and just loving someone? Is loving someone harder when all the butterflies and silly giddiness have dissipated? When reality kicks in hard, do we stop being in love with someone and start to just love? Is being in love really being in lust?
How long is being in love meant to last? 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days? If it lasts longer does that mean that you’ll be happier when you just love your partner? Is being in love something that society expects and everyone has to aspire to it? Is it essential, like air is to breathe, that we fall in love? Is it a human need that no other mammal or being experiences? In that case is it just some weird chemical in the brain that separates us from animals, which ultimately doesn’t mean anything?
Can we die from a broken heart?
Is it companionship? Is it spending time with someone because you want too or because there is no one else? Does it mean feeling less alone? Or are we all alone? Does love mean that there is no one else that makes you feel so good? Or is it more than that? Is it devotion, passion, attachment? Is there a true love? How do we know when we have found the one and only? Is there a one and only? How do we know that there isn’t some one more perfect, more passionate, more romantic and more caring in the next city, or country or maybe just round the corner from where we work? Do we ever know for certain if we are in love?
What is the difference between being in love with someone and just loving someone? Is loving someone harder when all the butterflies and silly giddiness have dissipated? When reality kicks in hard, do we stop being in love with someone and start to just love? Is being in love really being in lust?
How long is being in love meant to last? 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days? If it lasts longer does that mean that you’ll be happier when you just love your partner? Is being in love something that society expects and everyone has to aspire to it? Is it essential, like air is to breathe, that we fall in love? Is it a human need that no other mammal or being experiences? In that case is it just some weird chemical in the brain that separates us from animals, which ultimately doesn’t mean anything?
Can we die from a broken heart?
All change please
Thinking of starting a new blog and posting some of my old stuff from my creative writing days...or maybe i should just dump it on here?....
Ok if my next few blogs look a little odd (mainly because they don't look like boring diary entries) then don't panic. I'm just trying something new. Or old, even.
xx
Ok if my next few blogs look a little odd (mainly because they don't look like boring diary entries) then don't panic. I'm just trying something new. Or old, even.
xx
Friday, 26 March 2010
Bring it on!
Tonight i'm having a reunion with old work mates. The company that made me redundant last year in fact. The company only currently exists with two people and only until the end of the month. End of an era. Nice that we all still keep in touch though and there's no animosity there. I used to think that if my boss asked me back i'd be there in a heartbeat, but now i'm not so sure. I'm not exactly in a completely solid position right now but who is? I do know that i could go somewhere with this job though and i don't think i need to take any more risks with jobs.
I've got Saturday night planned with the girls. It has been a while as we're all so busy. Must say my time's been taken up with the new man, taken up willingly i might add. But i've also been busy going back and forth to Wiltshire for Bridesmaid duties. I have to be honest i didn't realise how much tooing and froing there would be, this being my first time and all. It'll all be worth it though i'm sure. Just to see two happy people vowing to be by each others side forever. That thought used to scare the bejesus outta me...but it doesn't quite so much these days. Take from that what you will! Perhaps i've just caught myself in a romantic unrealistic mood.
Summer is nearly here! Well, i guess we have to get Spring out the way first but still it is on it's way. And with it comes all manner of greatness. Festivals, BBQs, weddings, holidays, park life, cider in the sun. Smiles all round!
Bring it on!
I've got Saturday night planned with the girls. It has been a while as we're all so busy. Must say my time's been taken up with the new man, taken up willingly i might add. But i've also been busy going back and forth to Wiltshire for Bridesmaid duties. I have to be honest i didn't realise how much tooing and froing there would be, this being my first time and all. It'll all be worth it though i'm sure. Just to see two happy people vowing to be by each others side forever. That thought used to scare the bejesus outta me...but it doesn't quite so much these days. Take from that what you will! Perhaps i've just caught myself in a romantic unrealistic mood.
Summer is nearly here! Well, i guess we have to get Spring out the way first but still it is on it's way. And with it comes all manner of greatness. Festivals, BBQs, weddings, holidays, park life, cider in the sun. Smiles all round!
Bring it on!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
marmite cereal bars?
On my way into work today a man thrust a free Marmite cereal bar into my unsuspecting hands. That's right, marmite. On oats and crunchy bits. Just the thought of it made me shudder and cringe. I'm pretty sure i made a face of disgust, much like a bulldog would if he was sucking wee off a nettle. Unpleasant. However, i'm in the "Lovers" category when it comes to the sticky, brown yeasty stuff (what a tantalising description!) so surely this should not be the case? But the thought of waking up to that, well it's too much for even me to take.
Later on in the morning, after my first cup of tea at my desk and a glass of water to hand i did decide to brave this phenomenon just to see if i really would spit it out in disgust as i had imagined i would. As i unpeeled the black and yellow wrapper off the offending item, a waft of salty marmite scent floated out and up into my nostrils, producing a tingling sensation in my mouth. I put the bar closer to my face and sniffed harder, then recoiled. A much stronger marmite smell invaded my nose and i was no longer sure that this was the right time or place to taste this weird creation. I was not sure how my work colleagues would indeed react to my retching at my desk.
But with bravery and "living on the edge" mentality, i closed my eyes and tentativly bit a miniscule piece off the corner of the bar. And...
Survived.
It appeared that most of the Marmite flavouring was in the smell itself. I risked another, slightly larger bite and chewed. The crunchy, chewy texture didn't set my teeth on edge like other rice crispy/mallowy things do. I went for another mouthful, then another. Before i knew it half of the bar had gone.
It was at this stage that i reached for a glass of Thames finest, as this is one of the main draw backs of this new and challenging snack, immediate thrist. I should imagine pubs aroud the country will be ordering these chewy bars to boost drink sales, shouting "Screw peanuts lets give 'em Marmite!".
As the last mouthful went down just as agreeably as the first i was glad i had the courage to try something that initially made me want to hurl.
Is this a metaphor for life? Are we all too eager to judge things we have never experienced? As a society are we against change?
Get lost, it's just a Marmite cereal bar!
Later on in the morning, after my first cup of tea at my desk and a glass of water to hand i did decide to brave this phenomenon just to see if i really would spit it out in disgust as i had imagined i would. As i unpeeled the black and yellow wrapper off the offending item, a waft of salty marmite scent floated out and up into my nostrils, producing a tingling sensation in my mouth. I put the bar closer to my face and sniffed harder, then recoiled. A much stronger marmite smell invaded my nose and i was no longer sure that this was the right time or place to taste this weird creation. I was not sure how my work colleagues would indeed react to my retching at my desk.
But with bravery and "living on the edge" mentality, i closed my eyes and tentativly bit a miniscule piece off the corner of the bar. And...
Survived.
It appeared that most of the Marmite flavouring was in the smell itself. I risked another, slightly larger bite and chewed. The crunchy, chewy texture didn't set my teeth on edge like other rice crispy/mallowy things do. I went for another mouthful, then another. Before i knew it half of the bar had gone.
It was at this stage that i reached for a glass of Thames finest, as this is one of the main draw backs of this new and challenging snack, immediate thrist. I should imagine pubs aroud the country will be ordering these chewy bars to boost drink sales, shouting "Screw peanuts lets give 'em Marmite!".
As the last mouthful went down just as agreeably as the first i was glad i had the courage to try something that initially made me want to hurl.
Is this a metaphor for life? Are we all too eager to judge things we have never experienced? As a society are we against change?
Get lost, it's just a Marmite cereal bar!
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Happy days, fat bums
Well, here we go, been a while but i'm back. For a bit. I've been sooo super busy that 2010 is passing by quicker than i imagined. But luckily in a fabulously happy way :-)
The new job is going well so far, i have lots to learn but also a platform from which to jump in any direction i choose. If i can stick at this without getting bored (or made redundant) i think good things will follow. It muust be sickening to hear my optimism but it's taken such a long time to get back to feeling this way i'm embracing it with both hands, feet and butterfly nets...and no, it's not all because i have a lovely man in my life, although that does help!
I was remarkably up beat and happy for the last half of 2009 and i now know why. It was all to do with taking back control. Control of my life. Don't get me wrong i'm not a control freak, i'm a laid back kinda gal and can go with the flow. But i spent too long living my life for someone else. 2009 was my year for regaining my confidence, for having fun and living like the single, 24 year old girl i was. It's been empowering! But tough too. There were quite a few times where i had to dig myself out of whatever blue mood i was in, whatever knockback i came up against. But the beauty of it all was that i realised i am the only one responsible for my life. It doesn't matter who's by your side.
"We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future." ~ George Bernard Shaw
Ooh this new job is making me so positive about life! That's the trouble when you work for a motivational life coach, among other things.
And i believe it's true, the more positive you are about something good happening the more likely good things will start happening.
For those interested in the love life, it's all going swimmingly. Better than i could have imagined in fact. I was whisked off for a romantic weekend in Dublin, i've been taken out for numerous romantic meals, i've partied hard, i've met the best mates, i've been bought gifts for no reason and i've spent time with someone who seems to get me, who makes me laugh and who i don't get bored of hearing from. even after we've spent the weekend together, before i get home i've had a text message. There's no game playing, which is just a little more than refreshing. Of course it's not all as perfect as it seems...I'm trying hard to think of the imperfect things...oh, here we go, he makes me late for work and has a tendancy to snore. So much so that i've had to buy ear plugs when he had a cold. And he was a fan of celebrity Big Brother. Oh and we go out and eat such unhealthy food that i'm getting a fat bum and even fatter belly. But he seems to like it!
I think i can live with that.
:-)
The new job is going well so far, i have lots to learn but also a platform from which to jump in any direction i choose. If i can stick at this without getting bored (or made redundant) i think good things will follow. It muust be sickening to hear my optimism but it's taken such a long time to get back to feeling this way i'm embracing it with both hands, feet and butterfly nets...and no, it's not all because i have a lovely man in my life, although that does help!
I was remarkably up beat and happy for the last half of 2009 and i now know why. It was all to do with taking back control. Control of my life. Don't get me wrong i'm not a control freak, i'm a laid back kinda gal and can go with the flow. But i spent too long living my life for someone else. 2009 was my year for regaining my confidence, for having fun and living like the single, 24 year old girl i was. It's been empowering! But tough too. There were quite a few times where i had to dig myself out of whatever blue mood i was in, whatever knockback i came up against. But the beauty of it all was that i realised i am the only one responsible for my life. It doesn't matter who's by your side.
"We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future." ~ George Bernard Shaw
Ooh this new job is making me so positive about life! That's the trouble when you work for a motivational life coach, among other things.
And i believe it's true, the more positive you are about something good happening the more likely good things will start happening.
For those interested in the love life, it's all going swimmingly. Better than i could have imagined in fact. I was whisked off for a romantic weekend in Dublin, i've been taken out for numerous romantic meals, i've partied hard, i've met the best mates, i've been bought gifts for no reason and i've spent time with someone who seems to get me, who makes me laugh and who i don't get bored of hearing from. even after we've spent the weekend together, before i get home i've had a text message. There's no game playing, which is just a little more than refreshing. Of course it's not all as perfect as it seems...I'm trying hard to think of the imperfect things...oh, here we go, he makes me late for work and has a tendancy to snore. So much so that i've had to buy ear plugs when he had a cold. And he was a fan of celebrity Big Brother. Oh and we go out and eat such unhealthy food that i'm getting a fat bum and even fatter belly. But he seems to like it!
I think i can live with that.
:-)
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Bring on 2010
Time really is a great healer. And with it comes many a splendid thing.Hmm how many more cliches can i fit into this?
At this time of year we all tend to look back at the past twelve months. It can be very carthartic or equally depressing to look back and see what you have and haven't achieved. The end of one year and the start of another makes many reflect on where they thought they might be by now, and what you had hoped to have achieved. But it also makes you look at where you want to be and how much the little things have changed.
If i look back exactly a year ago, i could be a different person. A lot has happened for me in 2009, and not all of it happy. But i don't think i'd have it any other way. I now feel at my most confident. It's strange really as i started the year at probably my lowest point. Then a few months later i was made redundant from my dream job. I've always said you need the pain to appreciate the pleasure, and i still stand by that, no matter how horrible the pain is.
At the end of 2009 a whole heap of things changed for me, none more so than my love life. I'll get to that in a minute. Excitingly i've been offered (and have accepted) a new job in the City. I'll be back doing PR but this time not for an agency but in-house. I will be the client for once! It's going to be a massive learning curve for me and i'd be lying if i didn't say i'm a bit apprehensive. The money's not great, but the experience will look fabulous on my CV. Sometimes you have to take a risk and hope it pays off. I feel i've been doing that for most of my adult life so why change now?!
The very same week i was offered the job, my love live did a somersault and i've somehow gained a boyfriend! It's literally been a matter of weeks. However he has been courting me over email for about 5 months. Although i was too blind to see it.
What makes it doubly exciting is that he's a work colleague, although he's been working in South Africa for the past 6 months trying to get his new visa sorted. That's how it started. I had only been working where i am currently for a week or so when he left so i had only had about two conversations with him. Next thing i know i get an email maybe once a week, then we're friends on Facebook where he comments on most of the things i write, then the emails increase to one a day. as the months drew on we played noughts and crosses over email and spent the whole day chatting. And there i was thinking he was just bored! I knew i had started to feel something but decided to leave it. It wasn't clear when he was coming back to London and i knew of his reputation as a ladies man so i figured i'd take it all with a pinch of salt.
It took us exactly four days of him being back in the country before we kissed. We then spent four consecutive days in my bed. I went back to my parents for Christmas and he was in constant contact with me. I had countless emails, text messages, facebook chats. It really seems like he simply cannot get enough!
I'd be lying if i said i wasn't COMPLETELY freaked out by this behaviour. I've never come across this. A guy who likes me, is not playing games, won't sleep with me on the first night we spend together because we haven't been on a proper first date, looks after me when i was feeling poorly, emails me every half hour at work, wants to spend every lunchtime, tea break, fag break with me. Intense? Err, yeah! But you know what, i'm going to do my best not to ruin this by being a typical British, cynical woman. It's not my fault that most guys i've been with are shits and don't know how to treat a girl. Just in the last few days i've let myself go with it. And it's fun. And lovely. And hot!
It turns out his reputation is just that, a reputation. He's pretty much the office sex pest, but actually all he is is a massive flirt. He doesn't follow through. Well apart from with me! He's desperate to tell everyone at work, and some people do already know, but we don't want it to look like i'm leaving because of him!
I know people are probably reading this thinking "don't be an idiot, he's just going to screw you over, it's all talk" but actually i've got to know him over the past few weeks and i feel like maybe i can start to trust him. I've been known to always think the worst. But maybe it's time to change that.
Plus i've never been with a man who's so "giving" in all my life ;-) (sorry that's possibly too much info...hehe)
Friday, 30 October 2009
social butterfly with no direction
I know, I know it feels like years since i've blogged...i've just had sooo much going on i just don't know where to start!
My birthday was great, what with the sombrero wearing Mexican evening, Angel night out and hungover Sunday. My lovely friends from Manchester and Derby came down to celebrate, old friends from home turned up, the Stokey crew were there in force and new "friends" were made...Playing "guess who" at 3 in the morning was a highlight for all involved i'm sure!
My TV debut went off with a bang...(for those that don't know i was on Dating in the Dark on Living)i had a houseful of fans, my phone was ringing off the hook and my Facebook page had gone crazy! I was really quite nervous about the whole thing but actually it wasn't bad as it could've been. Yes i got some hate mail, but hey, that's when you know you've arrived, right?! It wasn't anything to terrible and i got more fan mail from strangers than i did hate mail. I can't quite describe what it felt like to sit there and watch myself on telly, with all my friends (who didn't know the outcome) screaming at the screen. I sat wondering if it was really me...that girl with the posh voice and overly expressive face!
Now i don't know if it's my recent fame (and i use the word "fame" very loosely) but i seem to be doing ok on the dating front (and not just in the dark!). A couple of weeks back i was out with work for one of the PR girls leaving do's.An ex More2 employee turned up too see her off and he heard about the show. We only chatted for about 10 minutes as i then left the party early (i'd had plans to go out with Tico - but he cancelled earlier that day - that's the last of him!. A week later one of the PR girls said she knew someone who liked me, which i was rather surprised about. It seemed that the guy from the leaving party had took a shine to me, or at least that's what Rose told me. She asked if she could give him my email and i thought why not.
I've now been on three dates with the Italian/Aussie with a fourth date planned next weekend. I'm feeling good about it, i don't seem to have any reservations at the moment, but then i guess that's how it should be. It's early days but i'm hoping our next day will be just as good if not better then the ones before.
While all this has been happening, my housemates friend also asked me out for a drink (let's call him Dave). Now this is a first for me, dating two guys at the same time. And i know there's nothing wrong with it if you're just "dating", which i am (i'm turning over a "good girl" leaf you see) but i actually don't know how to play this game. Do you keep it all secret? Do you bring it up or is that making a big deal out of it when it's only a drink? What if you end up liking them both? I'm a single twenty something girl living in London, meeting new people all the time. There's nothing wrong with keeping my options open right? Well, like i said i don't know how to play this. So i told both guys that i had another date. And you know what, it actually made things easier for me! Mainly because the Aussie/Italian stepped up his game and the other guy also seemed extra keen. It also made things clearer for me, i realised that although Dave and i had a great date, with dancing and me out drinking him (nothing new there!) i couldn't get the other guy out of my head, for whatever reason. So in the end, i told Dave (after he rang me three times) that i wanted to see how things went with the Aussie/Italian.
So things are going pretty well on the social scene for me right now. However my career is much to be desired. Particularly as i don;t seem to have one! I really don't know what to do next, what to look for, what i'm good at. To be honest, i feel quite lost.
My birthday was great, what with the sombrero wearing Mexican evening, Angel night out and hungover Sunday. My lovely friends from Manchester and Derby came down to celebrate, old friends from home turned up, the Stokey crew were there in force and new "friends" were made...Playing "guess who" at 3 in the morning was a highlight for all involved i'm sure!
My TV debut went off with a bang...(for those that don't know i was on Dating in the Dark on Living)i had a houseful of fans, my phone was ringing off the hook and my Facebook page had gone crazy! I was really quite nervous about the whole thing but actually it wasn't bad as it could've been. Yes i got some hate mail, but hey, that's when you know you've arrived, right?! It wasn't anything to terrible and i got more fan mail from strangers than i did hate mail. I can't quite describe what it felt like to sit there and watch myself on telly, with all my friends (who didn't know the outcome) screaming at the screen. I sat wondering if it was really me...that girl with the posh voice and overly expressive face!
Now i don't know if it's my recent fame (and i use the word "fame" very loosely) but i seem to be doing ok on the dating front (and not just in the dark!). A couple of weeks back i was out with work for one of the PR girls leaving do's.An ex More2 employee turned up too see her off and he heard about the show. We only chatted for about 10 minutes as i then left the party early (i'd had plans to go out with Tico - but he cancelled earlier that day - that's the last of him!. A week later one of the PR girls said she knew someone who liked me, which i was rather surprised about. It seemed that the guy from the leaving party had took a shine to me, or at least that's what Rose told me. She asked if she could give him my email and i thought why not.
I've now been on three dates with the Italian/Aussie with a fourth date planned next weekend. I'm feeling good about it, i don't seem to have any reservations at the moment, but then i guess that's how it should be. It's early days but i'm hoping our next day will be just as good if not better then the ones before.
While all this has been happening, my housemates friend also asked me out for a drink (let's call him Dave). Now this is a first for me, dating two guys at the same time. And i know there's nothing wrong with it if you're just "dating", which i am (i'm turning over a "good girl" leaf you see) but i actually don't know how to play this game. Do you keep it all secret? Do you bring it up or is that making a big deal out of it when it's only a drink? What if you end up liking them both? I'm a single twenty something girl living in London, meeting new people all the time. There's nothing wrong with keeping my options open right? Well, like i said i don't know how to play this. So i told both guys that i had another date. And you know what, it actually made things easier for me! Mainly because the Aussie/Italian stepped up his game and the other guy also seemed extra keen. It also made things clearer for me, i realised that although Dave and i had a great date, with dancing and me out drinking him (nothing new there!) i couldn't get the other guy out of my head, for whatever reason. So in the end, i told Dave (after he rang me three times) that i wanted to see how things went with the Aussie/Italian.
So things are going pretty well on the social scene for me right now. However my career is much to be desired. Particularly as i don;t seem to have one! I really don't know what to do next, what to look for, what i'm good at. To be honest, i feel quite lost.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Party Season
Me and one of my single friends (of which i have one or two) were discussing the severe lack of single men action experienced by the both of us this summer. It seems the hot weather - or should i say warm weather - seems to cause a bit of a man drought. They're all busy off on their lads holidays, or playing footy in the park, or round at a mates for a BBQ. They're all quite happy being single.
We have come up with a theory. We are now approaching official party season. And yes, it's meant to be all about meeting guys at summer weddings and BBQs but really, does that ever happen? The real party season is leading up to Christmas. There are loads of birthdays in Autumn (mine included) as that's when our parents were all getting jiggy at Christmas (bleugh)and as the nights drawn in and the temperature drops, guys are more willing to slow down and look around to find us single gals right under their noses. Suddenly cuddling up on the sofa on a winters night watching a dvd doesn't seem like such a horrible situation to be in, and let's face it, Christmas without a special someone by your side can be pretty depressing (take it from one who knows). Long weekends snuggled up by the fire, romantic strolls around a wintery park, festive parties with no one to kiss under the mistletoe - all much better with that special someone.
So roll on cold weather! I'll be waiting for plenty of lonely men to realise having a girlfriend is not that bad!
We have come up with a theory. We are now approaching official party season. And yes, it's meant to be all about meeting guys at summer weddings and BBQs but really, does that ever happen? The real party season is leading up to Christmas. There are loads of birthdays in Autumn (mine included) as that's when our parents were all getting jiggy at Christmas (bleugh)and as the nights drawn in and the temperature drops, guys are more willing to slow down and look around to find us single gals right under their noses. Suddenly cuddling up on the sofa on a winters night watching a dvd doesn't seem like such a horrible situation to be in, and let's face it, Christmas without a special someone by your side can be pretty depressing (take it from one who knows). Long weekends snuggled up by the fire, romantic strolls around a wintery park, festive parties with no one to kiss under the mistletoe - all much better with that special someone.
So roll on cold weather! I'll be waiting for plenty of lonely men to realise having a girlfriend is not that bad!
Monday, 7 September 2009
Nerves
So...everyone seems to want to know when i will be making my TV debut. It's making me very nervous. This is mainly because i have no idea how well (or otherwise) i will come across. I have to watch the show along with everybody else, i don't get a preview so i can vet who should be watching it and who shouldn't be!
Why should i be worried? Well, there are one or two silly things that i said that i just know will be picked up on...they do like to edit these things in the worst way possible to make "entertaining" TV. I just hope no one gets offended...
Ahhh!
Coupled with these nerves is the dread that i'm going to look like a heifer on telly, with a weird squeaky voice that sounds nothing like me. It's gonna be cringe-a-go-go...
I think i might skip the country. I really don't want to come into work the next day!
Eeeeek
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Back to reality
Hello world! I'm back!And my what an interesting few weeks i've had!
Where to start???
well, The Big Chill was absolutely fantastic! Haven't felt so happy in a long time. Awesome atmosphere, glorious weather, lots of cider and fantastic live music. Everything i could want from my first festival. The loos weren't bad either! I enjoyed being dirty (by that i mean unshowered) for 4 days and dining on different world cuisine - something The Big Chill does very well. I jumped around like a loon to basement jaxx, raved it up to Orbital, lounged in the sun to Max Romeo, sang along to Friendly fires and fell in love with Lamb...well in actual fact Andy from Lamb. I even managed to get a hug! But was totally uncool and i'm pretty sure he thought i was on something. I can safely say that all i was on was festival joy! Still, wished i'd thought about what i was gonna say before i opened my mouth!
I haven't felt so relaxed in such a long time, it made me so happy. Oooh and i bought a bubble sword, got interviewed by ITN and got my photo taken for Amnesty's website. At this rate i will be famous!
And on that note, i was only back home for two nights before being whisked off to Wimbledon to start my reality TV career. No joke. And i hate most reality tv! Ironic... I spent 5 days in the "dating in the dark" house. Can't say too much, you'll just have to watch Living TV in September /October to find out what happens to me.
Now i'm looking for my next adventure...off to Northampton this weekend but not sure that's quite enough (sorry Laura, i love you, what i mean is i need something BIG!).
What can top reality TV? Hmm, well i'll have to think of something. Look out world, i'll be in Heat Magazine next!
x
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Lacking in "love" life
Where oh where to start...?!
Well i guess the "love" life is always a good place. Probably the most complicated yet exciting part of my life! Yet distinctly lacking in "love". But perhaps that's a good thing for now. I can concentrate on having fun instead...and ooh yes i've been trying to do that!
I was dating a guy a few weeks back who seemed pretty interested in me. I, of course, was quite surprised by this and instantly began to worry about it. "It" being the future. It's a girl thing i think, we find it very difficult just to live for the now and not worry about what might or might not happen later. But really, it turns out i had good reason to worry, as this lovely, sexy, funny guy is too old for me and has baggage in the form of two kids. One of which is closer to my age than I am to his Dad! Ouch. (Perhaps i should ask HIM out...joking!) So there i was worrying about it all, even though we've only been on a few dates and there's totally no pressure from him, wondering what i was going to say to him on our next date if he asked to come back to mine (which was more than likely as on the previous date he asked and i pretended to be coy and said he had to wait...first time for everything!)
So guess what happened...he stood ME up!! The cheek! All that worrying for nothing! I'd be lying if i said i wasn't just a teensy bit disappointed though. He seemed so keen. Anyway, by stood up i mean we were meant to be going out on the Tuesday, he called me on the Friday before to make sure we were still on. I asked him what we were doing and the best place for us to meet, and he said he'd let me know before hand. He didn't. I didn't chase as i didn't want to give him the wrong idea, what with all my worrying. But when it got to 8pm on Tuesday night (and after a couple of glasses of wine in the local with housemate to cheer me up) i texted him. And got a big fat nothing response. Bastard.
I didn't hear from him a whole week and a half later, when (get this) he made a comment on Facebook about something i'd written. No apology. So i asked " what happened to Tuesday?". I got a response in the end, and felt a bit bad. But even so, it doesn't take 10 seconds to write a text saying " can't meet you tonight, something's come up, will explain". The fact is, he still hasn't apologised and the only way he seems able to contact me is through facebook. I thought older men were supposed to be mature (although i've been out with enough to know that's a myth)?
So anyway...that's all over. Which is a good thing as it never would have worked. In the mean time i've rekindled a crush (although it is weakening again)but have no way of using it to my advantage as he doesn't live in London and doesn't seem that interested. Damn it. He's so not my type in every way as well, that he might just be a winner! Hmmm.
Oh and i pulled on Saturday night...but that was a one time only kinda thang...i don't expect to hear from him again! Ooooh the shame. Less said about that, the better me thinks!
So what's on the horizon now, i hear you ask? Ha! Well let's just say i've got a jammed packed couple of weeks. I go to The Big Chill on Thursday so who knows, Mr Right might be there. The question is, would i actually prefer Mr Right Now? I'm still mooning over the ex a little bit. I hate to admit it and it's dangerous when i do because i then go out and do silly things to try and convince myself that i'm over it. One day i will be.
Right?...
Well i guess the "love" life is always a good place. Probably the most complicated yet exciting part of my life! Yet distinctly lacking in "love". But perhaps that's a good thing for now. I can concentrate on having fun instead...and ooh yes i've been trying to do that!
I was dating a guy a few weeks back who seemed pretty interested in me. I, of course, was quite surprised by this and instantly began to worry about it. "It" being the future. It's a girl thing i think, we find it very difficult just to live for the now and not worry about what might or might not happen later. But really, it turns out i had good reason to worry, as this lovely, sexy, funny guy is too old for me and has baggage in the form of two kids. One of which is closer to my age than I am to his Dad! Ouch. (Perhaps i should ask HIM out...joking!) So there i was worrying about it all, even though we've only been on a few dates and there's totally no pressure from him, wondering what i was going to say to him on our next date if he asked to come back to mine (which was more than likely as on the previous date he asked and i pretended to be coy and said he had to wait...first time for everything!)
So guess what happened...he stood ME up!! The cheek! All that worrying for nothing! I'd be lying if i said i wasn't just a teensy bit disappointed though. He seemed so keen. Anyway, by stood up i mean we were meant to be going out on the Tuesday, he called me on the Friday before to make sure we were still on. I asked him what we were doing and the best place for us to meet, and he said he'd let me know before hand. He didn't. I didn't chase as i didn't want to give him the wrong idea, what with all my worrying. But when it got to 8pm on Tuesday night (and after a couple of glasses of wine in the local with housemate to cheer me up) i texted him. And got a big fat nothing response. Bastard.
I didn't hear from him a whole week and a half later, when (get this) he made a comment on Facebook about something i'd written. No apology. So i asked " what happened to Tuesday?". I got a response in the end, and felt a bit bad. But even so, it doesn't take 10 seconds to write a text saying " can't meet you tonight, something's come up, will explain". The fact is, he still hasn't apologised and the only way he seems able to contact me is through facebook. I thought older men were supposed to be mature (although i've been out with enough to know that's a myth)?
So anyway...that's all over. Which is a good thing as it never would have worked. In the mean time i've rekindled a crush (although it is weakening again)but have no way of using it to my advantage as he doesn't live in London and doesn't seem that interested. Damn it. He's so not my type in every way as well, that he might just be a winner! Hmmm.
Oh and i pulled on Saturday night...but that was a one time only kinda thang...i don't expect to hear from him again! Ooooh the shame. Less said about that, the better me thinks!
So what's on the horizon now, i hear you ask? Ha! Well let's just say i've got a jammed packed couple of weeks. I go to The Big Chill on Thursday so who knows, Mr Right might be there. The question is, would i actually prefer Mr Right Now? I'm still mooning over the ex a little bit. I hate to admit it and it's dangerous when i do because i then go out and do silly things to try and convince myself that i'm over it. One day i will be.
Right?...
Monday, 13 July 2009
Honuloopy
Aloha! I had a brilliant weekend. Well in truth it was more of a brilliant Saturday night/Sunday morning with a rather hungover Sunday afternoon. But still. It was fun times. I wore a shell bikini. Over a top of course. Plus a couple of Lai's, a flower in my hair and a grass skirt to match. To be honest much of the night is a bit hazy. Although i'm pretty sure i played spin the bottle. At least my partner in crime wasn't as hammered as me and she has a clearer memory. But perhaps that's not a good thing!
The boys always go all out and it is obligatory to dress up. In fact you'd feel a bit of a numpty if you didn't because everyone makes a bit of an effort! Me and the girls did some BBQ-ing. Showed the boys how it's done of course.
What i do recall is there were half naked men with bikins on, wearing lippy at one point, covered in glitter. And that by the end of night i was covered in glitter so clearly i had been rubbing up against at least one of them. Well done me.
If only i could actually remember...
The boys always go all out and it is obligatory to dress up. In fact you'd feel a bit of a numpty if you didn't because everyone makes a bit of an effort! Me and the girls did some BBQ-ing. Showed the boys how it's done of course.
What i do recall is there were half naked men with bikins on, wearing lippy at one point, covered in glitter. And that by the end of night i was covered in glitter so clearly i had been rubbing up against at least one of them. Well done me.
If only i could actually remember...
Monday, 6 July 2009
Life jackets
I spent a lovely weekend in Norfolk, visiting my Nana with my cousin. It's been years since i've been to visit. It was nice to reminisce and hark back to a time when we were both much younger.
I'm slightly envious of my cousin who has stronger memories of the Boat Club and summers spent on the water. Although i still have some. One of my earliest memories is when i was up in the loft/box room and Papa was putting me in a yellow life jacket to see if it would fit. I can only have been about 3 years old and my only experience of life jackets up until that moment were on aeroplanes (i travelled young). I must have made the connection that you only put life jackets on when you are going to die on a plane so i remember yelling and crying telling Papa that "i don't want to die!!!I don't want to wear it!". I think it took some time to reason with me as i could be a stubborn little brat (and still am!).
My Papa was a great Grandad. My Mum has often said how different he was with his Grand kids compared to a being a Dad. From what she says, he was fierce and had a real temper. I don't remember that. What i remember is him messing around with us at the dinner table when all the other adults had left the room, stealing food off peoples plates and putting his elbows on the table (this was a bit of a family joke-good manners in our family came from sitting properly at the table, no elbows and waiting until everyone was seated before you started eating. Papa started a game where if he spotted anyones elbows resting on the table he'd rap his knuckles on the surface and catch them out. Originally it was just meant for us kids, but it soon became a running game every meal time to try and catch one of the adults out.)
Papa really did dote on us kids and we loved it. I think for my cousins who didn't have a Dad on the scene, he was a real father figure. He would discipline us, but it would always be quite light hearted. I never remember him raising his voice.
When my sister and i were were little, we loved it when Nana and Papa came to stay. We'd sneak into there room early in the morning with books for them to read to us. We'd always make Papa sing The Owl and the Pussycat and get him to tell us the story about the fairies at the bottom of the garden. Even though we knew both by heart, we'd always get him to do it, without fail. Even when it was six o'clock in the morning!
As he got older, Papa began to lose his hearing. He would wear a hearing aid but would turn it off occasionally. He'd play on it though and it used to wind Nana up so much. She'd come into the room and ask if he wanted, tea, coffee or a beer. He'd be reading the paper and say "yes". Nana would sigh and leave the room and he'd just smile at us kids and we'd all start giggling.
My Grandparents were adventurers and i've always admired them for that. They had their yacht and would sail around the world for 6 months of the year. Even when Papa got cancer and they had to sell the boat (which saddened everyone of us)when he felt a little bit stronger he went out and bought a camper van so they could travel around the UK!
One of my last memories of Papa were of when my grandparent had a party to celebrate their 50th Wedding anniversary. Never have i seen two people so in love as my grandparents still after 50 years. We were having a massive buffet for the family (of which there are a lot of us) and lots of their friends. Prawns were on the menu but they hadn't defrosted quite enough. I remember watching Papa sat in the conservatory with a tray of prawns, him wielding a hairdryer, trying desperately to thaw them out!
When he died in 2003 it really rocked us as a family. But we all have very fond memories. The one positive thing to come from the sadness of losing him, is that my cousin and i became friends. Growing up we didn't have anything to do with each other, he's seven years older than me and i was always his annoying younger cousin, he my tall cousin who barely spoke to me! The night before Papa's funeral, we stayed up late and drowned our sorrows and in our sadness realised we were more alike than we had ever known. Since then he has become more like a brother to me. In fact i feel closer to him than i do my own sister. I'm hoping that one day i can have this type of friendship with her. Perhaps we just need to get drunk together!
Not sure why i felt the need to write this all down. I guess my weekend has provoked some strong memories. Families are complicated things. I hope that one day we can all get together like the old days (although there are even more of us now, we'd need some kind of hall!)who knows, it could happen.
Friday, 3 July 2009
Blue sky poking through
Has been a relatively quiet week, haven't had to come in early and have managed to leave on time every night. I think i might just be getting the hang of the new job now. Which means i'll more than likely get bored pretty soon. But i don't care, it's all about the money for the next couple of months.
I've been loving the sunshine this week, can't understand why people moan so much. I know public transport is like travelling in a sticky, sweaty sock but seriously, come on. It's sunny! It's not extreme, it's nice. It's made me think that summer in this country wouldn't be bad at all (which is good as i'm not going away anywhere this year). I can't wait to spend more weekends sunbathing in my garden, or having a bit of "parklife". And you know, when Londoners are not travelling on the tube or bus, they are actually much happier when the sun is shining. Cafe culture comes alive too which is something i adore. Being able to go out for the evening without a cardigan is always a good thing too - save money on the cloakroom!
I've also been having my five a day, mainly in glasses of Pimms. But the hot weather does make salad appealing. I had salad for dinner two nights in a row! However i do eat more ice cream...
It saddens me that it is cloudy today, but i can just about see blue sky poking through. That's a bit of an analogy for myself right now...
I've been loving the sunshine this week, can't understand why people moan so much. I know public transport is like travelling in a sticky, sweaty sock but seriously, come on. It's sunny! It's not extreme, it's nice. It's made me think that summer in this country wouldn't be bad at all (which is good as i'm not going away anywhere this year). I can't wait to spend more weekends sunbathing in my garden, or having a bit of "parklife". And you know, when Londoners are not travelling on the tube or bus, they are actually much happier when the sun is shining. Cafe culture comes alive too which is something i adore. Being able to go out for the evening without a cardigan is always a good thing too - save money on the cloakroom!
I've also been having my five a day, mainly in glasses of Pimms. But the hot weather does make salad appealing. I had salad for dinner two nights in a row! However i do eat more ice cream...
It saddens me that it is cloudy today, but i can just about see blue sky poking through. That's a bit of an analogy for myself right now...
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
By traditional means
Wow, being employed is a bit of a shock. Of course i wouldn't change it for the world but i've just been so busy i've barely noticed that 3 weeks have gone by. It's all good in the hood though, i feel i'm on top of things, plus i got a round of applause at the company meeting the other week and i had a mini appraisal today, where my interpersonal skills were praised as well as my intelligence. News to me that i had either! So things are good, i get the odd day, like today where i get a bit of down time, which is nice every once in a while. Last week i thought my head was going to explode i was so busy, so this is a welcome break.
In other news, i've managed to secure myself two dates with a guy i met in the traditional way. i.e not on the Internet. I'd almost forgotten what it's like actually. The last time i met someone when i was out, minding my own business, was about...4 years ago! Blimey.
But yes, let's focus on the fact that i met him when i was out, i then met him again for drinks and i'm now seeing him for lunch tomorrow. Technically it's a second date. And, even more surprisingly, i actually like the guy! So i'm really looking forward to seeing him again.
I had to let down Mr Farringdon Big Forehead though. He asked me out again and i declined. At first i thought that maybe i shouldn't burn my bridges, but then a good friend of mine asked me if i'd be looking forward to seeing him again, and honestly, i knew i wouldn't be. So i politely declined.
This weekend my cousin and i are off to Norfolk to see my Nana. I've been such a bad grand-daughter these past few years that it's about time i spent some time with her. Hopefully the weather will be nice and we can go to the beach or down by the water, just like we did when we were kids.
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
Friends
I have been chastisied for not mentioning two other dear friends of mine in my previous post, who I also don't get to see enough of. It's no ones fault, it's just what happens. I think it takes some of us by surprise when we realise that time spent together in the past, cant always be recreated in the future. People grow and change, lives cartwheel in different directions and wht we once shared belongs in memory banks. This shouldn't make us sad though. Memories are good and we can go on creating them in the future. But i think it's best that we don;t cling on too much to the past.
Uni days were great, i had such a wonderful time and made some life long friends. But there will never be a time like that again, where everyone is in the same situation, with similar goals. Even though i live in a house with 3 other people, it's in no shape or form the same as when i lived with 4 other people in Derby. And i'm glad! It's only been a few years since i've left but i feel like i've grown so much in those few years that going back to living like a student would depress me! Don't get me wrong, there are certain elements that are the same, if not worse. Especially in the past few months where i've had no spare cash. But Uni is such a special, almost wierdly unrealistic way of living that it cannot be recreated. It lives in the past.
That's not to say my friendships remain there too, although one or two are definitely dead and buried. It just means that hanging out with your uni friends now that you're not at uni is a whole new ball game. You have jobs to juggle, stresses to handle, relationships to go through. A call to your mates every now and then is lovely, but of course it won't be the same as it used to be. Friends drift apart, though no wrong doing of their own, just becuae life moves us on in different directions. Different parts of the country as well!
Anyway, i just want to say that my mates mean the world to me. And i know i'm crap at being in touch and i sometimes let my own rough and tumble, directionless life get in the way of taking a minute to call and say hi.
It's not that i don't miss you, it's just that our lives are no longer together on that one path. We've just got to make sure our own paths cross every now and then.
Love to you all x
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Weekend antics
So, who wants to hear about my weekend?!
Well it all started with one of my dearest friends coming to visit on Friday, we had dinner, bought trashy magazines and had a good old natter with a bottle of wine. I realised it's been quite a while since we spent quality time together, i'd almost forgotten what it was like. That's my own fault i guess, from leaving my two best mates and moving to London. I go and visit as much as i can but we seem to only grab a few moments together, or there's other people around or stuff going on. I really just miss hanging out with her. Anyway, we spent friday night talking over Big Brother and Saturday morning we went and had a makeover day, where we got our hair all big and footballers wives style and got photographic make up put on us. We then spent the rest of the morning in front of the camera, posing and having a right giggle with the photographer. It was especially funny when we made him get the wind machine out!
We then said our goodbyes, still all big hair and even bigger make up, and went our separate ways, her to Bristol, me to Shepherds Bush.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at Endemol studios, auditioning for a new reality tv show. I can't say too much, but it took four hours, lots of form filling in, an interview on camera, group activity (which was also filmed) and a DNA swab...
Intrigued aren't you?!
I then rushed home from there, dropped my bag off and ran out the door again to go to a 30th Birthday Party in Paradise Bar in Kensal Green. My housemate and i ended up on the dance floor most of the night. It was super sweaty and hot, but the music was pumping and Karen and i did some "expressive" dancing.
My lovely friend then informed me that she quite liked the DJ (as most tipsy women tend to do - don't get upset Jay, i'm sure it's not the same for your DJ!!). So we moved closer to the DJ booth. I noticed a guy dancing near the booth, he seemed to have been there all night so i struck up some kind of conversation with him. He told me he was mates with the DJ. Great news! I then wondered how i was going to let this guy know that both Karen and i were interested in him and his mate. So, ever so cooly, i asked him if they were both single. We were in luck!
As the night finished, Tico and the Dj, who went by the name of Ali, took us out to the garden area to cool down and smoke. Well, not me, i'm a good girl. They then asked if we wanted to go back to Ali's place in Hampstead. We sensibly said no. Then changed our minds. Women's perogative.
His place was amazing. He owns a gorgeous 3 bed flat right in the centre of Hampstead. It was modern and tidy...two things we weren't expecting! The flat held an even bigger suprise. Not only did it have a great roof top garden, it also had access to a clock tower. It turns out Ali is the keeper of the clock! He is the only one who has access to it, has to turn the light on at night and wind it forward and back for daylight savings! And even more spectacular, after climbing some very small ladders (i sensibly took my heels off), a hatch opens up to the roof of the clock tower with the most stunning view of the whole of London! We could see right across to the Eye and the Gherkin! Amazing. Perfect spot for a kiss i thought. But i guess Tico was either not into me or a REAL gentleman...let's hope it's the latter!
At about 4.30am we called a cab. We were offered a bed but decided we'd begun to feel a bit rough and wanted to wake up in our own beds. After swapping numbers we clambered into a cab as the sun came up.
Sunday involved sleeping, sunbathing in the park and more sleeping. All in all a pretty good weekend!
Looking forward to more like it!
p.s Not all Muslims are terroists, some like to watch telly and pluck their eyebrows of an evening. Just so ya know ;-)
Well it all started with one of my dearest friends coming to visit on Friday, we had dinner, bought trashy magazines and had a good old natter with a bottle of wine. I realised it's been quite a while since we spent quality time together, i'd almost forgotten what it was like. That's my own fault i guess, from leaving my two best mates and moving to London. I go and visit as much as i can but we seem to only grab a few moments together, or there's other people around or stuff going on. I really just miss hanging out with her. Anyway, we spent friday night talking over Big Brother and Saturday morning we went and had a makeover day, where we got our hair all big and footballers wives style and got photographic make up put on us. We then spent the rest of the morning in front of the camera, posing and having a right giggle with the photographer. It was especially funny when we made him get the wind machine out!
We then said our goodbyes, still all big hair and even bigger make up, and went our separate ways, her to Bristol, me to Shepherds Bush.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at Endemol studios, auditioning for a new reality tv show. I can't say too much, but it took four hours, lots of form filling in, an interview on camera, group activity (which was also filmed) and a DNA swab...
Intrigued aren't you?!
I then rushed home from there, dropped my bag off and ran out the door again to go to a 30th Birthday Party in Paradise Bar in Kensal Green. My housemate and i ended up on the dance floor most of the night. It was super sweaty and hot, but the music was pumping and Karen and i did some "expressive" dancing.
My lovely friend then informed me that she quite liked the DJ (as most tipsy women tend to do - don't get upset Jay, i'm sure it's not the same for your DJ!!). So we moved closer to the DJ booth. I noticed a guy dancing near the booth, he seemed to have been there all night so i struck up some kind of conversation with him. He told me he was mates with the DJ. Great news! I then wondered how i was going to let this guy know that both Karen and i were interested in him and his mate. So, ever so cooly, i asked him if they were both single. We were in luck!
As the night finished, Tico and the Dj, who went by the name of Ali, took us out to the garden area to cool down and smoke. Well, not me, i'm a good girl. They then asked if we wanted to go back to Ali's place in Hampstead. We sensibly said no. Then changed our minds. Women's perogative.
His place was amazing. He owns a gorgeous 3 bed flat right in the centre of Hampstead. It was modern and tidy...two things we weren't expecting! The flat held an even bigger suprise. Not only did it have a great roof top garden, it also had access to a clock tower. It turns out Ali is the keeper of the clock! He is the only one who has access to it, has to turn the light on at night and wind it forward and back for daylight savings! And even more spectacular, after climbing some very small ladders (i sensibly took my heels off), a hatch opens up to the roof of the clock tower with the most stunning view of the whole of London! We could see right across to the Eye and the Gherkin! Amazing. Perfect spot for a kiss i thought. But i guess Tico was either not into me or a REAL gentleman...let's hope it's the latter!
At about 4.30am we called a cab. We were offered a bed but decided we'd begun to feel a bit rough and wanted to wake up in our own beds. After swapping numbers we clambered into a cab as the sun came up.
Sunday involved sleeping, sunbathing in the park and more sleeping. All in all a pretty good weekend!
Looking forward to more like it!
p.s Not all Muslims are terroists, some like to watch telly and pluck their eyebrows of an evening. Just so ya know ;-)
Steak and a date
Hello, as promised here is my update on the Farringdon date... prepare yourselves...
The verdict is? NBN. Nice But No. Lovely guy but yet again, i'm just not feeling it. Don't get me wrong,we had a great date and he's good fun. Plus he's rich, owns his own flat and loves dancing. He bought me dinner and was very polite. He's also been in touch and is keen to go out again. So, on paper it looks great. But unfortunately, something isn't there for me. It's not his fault. I just know when i know, y'know?!
Perhaps i shouldn't write him off quite yet. Give it another date and see how i feel. But am i just wasting my time and his money? Maybe we could just be friends? Perhaps not. He's not on a dating site to make friends.
Oh well. Keep on trying!
The verdict is? NBN. Nice But No. Lovely guy but yet again, i'm just not feeling it. Don't get me wrong,we had a great date and he's good fun. Plus he's rich, owns his own flat and loves dancing. He bought me dinner and was very polite. He's also been in touch and is keen to go out again. So, on paper it looks great. But unfortunately, something isn't there for me. It's not his fault. I just know when i know, y'know?!
Perhaps i shouldn't write him off quite yet. Give it another date and see how i feel. But am i just wasting my time and his money? Maybe we could just be friends? Perhaps not. He's not on a dating site to make friends.
Oh well. Keep on trying!
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