Uh oh the bad boys are back. After having my final fix of Mr Wrongs I thought I'd kicked my addiction to them. I'd had my heart pulled to pieces for (what I thought was) the final time last summer, vowing to meet the nice guys. And I did until he left me and only now and I'm starting to meet newbies and with it rediscover my addiction.
I was either lucky or unlucky enough to spend today in a room with 20 men and no one else. Obviously, I used this as ample opportunity to scourer for sexies. And boom, did one strike my eye! Silver fox, piercing peepers and that laid back business boy arrogance. YUMMY.
Throughout our meeting he unveiled himself - he runs a dating website for people who want to have extra marital affairs. This made him that bit more sexier to me, gasp. But it really did. Yes, I am asking for trouble and do deserve it but I fancied him before I knew - grrrr.
Well, I was good, we had a polite chat in the lift and that was it. A lucky escape... or I least I'm telling myself I think.
Friday, 26 February 2010
Monday, 22 February 2010
The (unlikely) knight in shining armour
As far as fairytales go, I've started to realise, evil witches exist as do princesses and the frogs most certainly do. But as for the prince I'm still searching although this weekend I didn't have to look too far...
There's a place for the good guy in chick lit and shows like Sex And The City, he's the one in the background who steps into the foreground after the drama and bad boy leaves. In the real world the good guys are obvious but we never fancy them but I'm not annoyed instead I'm rather thankful...
On Saturday my best friend threw a party where one of my best and straight male guy friends was doing the dj-ing. Unlike the last man in my life who got paid more in one night then I do in a month to play some records, this friend is a talented jockey who rides notes like a surfer does waves but ironically doesn't make any money.
When the bar called to say they'd messed up and their decks wouldn't work so we'd be without music for a party I called my pal to tell him the bad news. Not only did he drive down there, buy a new cable and sort the entire saga out he also played until 3am for free knowing just two people at the party. And all because he was my friend.
It reminded me of something very important - to stop stressing about the bad man and focus on the good ones, even if I may not fancy them I can still let them play the knight in shining armour and you know what, it felt fabulous, more than any man I've fancied could make me feel.
There's a place for the good guy in chick lit and shows like Sex And The City, he's the one in the background who steps into the foreground after the drama and bad boy leaves. In the real world the good guys are obvious but we never fancy them but I'm not annoyed instead I'm rather thankful...
On Saturday my best friend threw a party where one of my best and straight male guy friends was doing the dj-ing. Unlike the last man in my life who got paid more in one night then I do in a month to play some records, this friend is a talented jockey who rides notes like a surfer does waves but ironically doesn't make any money.
When the bar called to say they'd messed up and their decks wouldn't work so we'd be without music for a party I called my pal to tell him the bad news. Not only did he drive down there, buy a new cable and sort the entire saga out he also played until 3am for free knowing just two people at the party. And all because he was my friend.
It reminded me of something very important - to stop stressing about the bad man and focus on the good ones, even if I may not fancy them I can still let them play the knight in shining armour and you know what, it felt fabulous, more than any man I've fancied could make me feel.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Burn baby burn
Hands up if you've been stood up! My arms are in the air, and no, I'm not dancing. While it was now years ago that I waited for an hour in a bar for one man to turn up (an experience I've never quite forgotten) who never showed and had no explanation, it still stings when I'm stood up, even when it's just someone cancelling at short notice.
Insecure I may be. And in defense of the man tonight who's just cancelled on me it was to go to the same event but be at a better part of the party with work - a table with celebs and stars. As a friend/girlfriend/date I should be able to support him and hey - take another pal instead. But I can't help but be angry, of course I've not breathed a word to him but inside I'm screaming.
Two years ago an ex boyfriend went to the same event and cheated on me. I was determined to lose this memory and replace it with a happy one - with a new man dancing away and forgetting the bad times of relationships past. Unfortunately I've been hurt again, in an entirely different way but it still shows why single is best.
Insecure I may be. And in defense of the man tonight who's just cancelled on me it was to go to the same event but be at a better part of the party with work - a table with celebs and stars. As a friend/girlfriend/date I should be able to support him and hey - take another pal instead. But I can't help but be angry, of course I've not breathed a word to him but inside I'm screaming.
Two years ago an ex boyfriend went to the same event and cheated on me. I was determined to lose this memory and replace it with a happy one - with a new man dancing away and forgetting the bad times of relationships past. Unfortunately I've been hurt again, in an entirely different way but it still shows why single is best.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
Jealous girlfriends
I am guilty of being one of them. Yes, I hang my head in shame and please feel free to comment on how shallow, insecure and pointless being jealous is, but I am, which is why I almost relate to the girl I happened to piss off the other day…
At one of those trying-to-be-cool-and-actually-succeeded events last week I’d queued at the free, yes, FREE bar for an episode worth of SATC, and eventually handed back the eight drinks I’d got for my friends.
My crap/amazing friends didn’t help with my struggle only one of the guys they were chatting too did. Point to you Mr scruffy-looking cutie. My friends had to shun the scene with Mr’s girlfriend to chat up some celeb they all fancied which left us alone with now just four watered down vodkas.
Anyway, we made polite conversation about the music, what we did and I was grateful that he put the effort in as he could have ignored me. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw his arty and oh so cool girlfriend shoot me a ‘look’. I know she didn’t mean anything by it and I’ve shot that look countless times when I’ve seen a girl chatting to my man, I’ve just never been on the receiving end before.
It stung, I wanted to go up to her and tell her I knew how she felt, that I was faithful to the sisterhood etc but instead she marched up to him, snogged his face off and I walked away.
Uncomfortable? Yes it was. But would I have acted any differently? Probably not.
Later on that eve Mr caught my eye at a distance and winked – I felt that was a,’ it was nice to chat and nice to meet you’ but we both knew the unspoken law when a man has a girlfriend in toe. Best not to speak to a single girl you’ve just met.
At one of those trying-to-be-cool-and-actually-succeeded events last week I’d queued at the free, yes, FREE bar for an episode worth of SATC, and eventually handed back the eight drinks I’d got for my friends.
My crap/amazing friends didn’t help with my struggle only one of the guys they were chatting too did. Point to you Mr scruffy-looking cutie. My friends had to shun the scene with Mr’s girlfriend to chat up some celeb they all fancied which left us alone with now just four watered down vodkas.
Anyway, we made polite conversation about the music, what we did and I was grateful that he put the effort in as he could have ignored me. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw his arty and oh so cool girlfriend shoot me a ‘look’. I know she didn’t mean anything by it and I’ve shot that look countless times when I’ve seen a girl chatting to my man, I’ve just never been on the receiving end before.
It stung, I wanted to go up to her and tell her I knew how she felt, that I was faithful to the sisterhood etc but instead she marched up to him, snogged his face off and I walked away.
Uncomfortable? Yes it was. But would I have acted any differently? Probably not.
Later on that eve Mr caught my eye at a distance and winked – I felt that was a,’ it was nice to chat and nice to meet you’ but we both knew the unspoken law when a man has a girlfriend in toe. Best not to speak to a single girl you’ve just met.
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