Well then my fellow 20somethings, sorry it’s been a while since I last wrote. Writing over the weekend was proved quite difficult with me doing my usual dash over London and the South East.
So, what’s new with you guys? Melodrama has been high on the old ricta scale with me, as usual
I’m back on the hunt on mysinglefriend, and needless to say, it isn’t going very well. I keep sending what I think are witty messages to blokes and getting NOTHING back apart from this banker wanker type who’s 30! I don’t think I’m ready for a guy of that age. I’ve always liked guys around my own age – must show my immaturity. Oh, I don’t know. Speed dating’s been put back a week or two as well, so I’m feeling a bit down on the bloke front and it really shouldn’t be at the for front of my mind when I don’t have a job!
Speaking of which, I’ve made a career choice, after 12 years of dreaming, writing and poorly paid work, I’m leaving the music industry. I mean, not even like I was in it that much but I’m looking to move towards charity sector. I’ve realize I need to do something a bit more meaningful with my life than trying to make other people rich and being part of a propaganda machine of telling the general public what they should and shouldn’t be listening too. It’s very scary, I’m slightly cross with myself that I’m “giving up” on my dreams, a very common thing to do in your 20s from what I’ve heard; but then as one of my very very good friends pointed out, I’ll probably get my love back for music and can always dabble a bit in it and even get my bloody club night sorted. Speaking of which, if anyone can help me out, I need to write a proposal for a club and I’m going to have to lie through my teeth and pretend that I’ve done a night before! I also expect you to be there when/if it ever gets going!
Back to the title of my blog! Keeping Fit!
I’m so desperate to get fit and loose a few inches of my thighs and stomach but my god, it’s a lot of effort just to get there. I started going to yoga and I really enjoy it even though it kills my bad back and I try to go swimming but I really want to be as slim as I was when I was younger. That’s quite funny in itself as I thought I was so fat! I swear my 7 years at Notre Dame did me some damage. I remember Kevin Abdula (name not changed) saying to me on the 699 bus in year 8, agh “Hannah you’re so ugly and minging, no one will ever want to kiss you.”Hell, that stuck in my head for years. Then there was the fact that I never really fitted into a “group” – which, in away, looking back I quite like now but it still left me with some issues. Don’t get me wrong by year 11 and Sixth Form, I had found a clique and was friends with most of the year, yet it did still leave me feeling unattractive and over weight. That was until I went to summer school at Sheff Uni between year 12 and 13 and met a friend and consequently a group of people that changed my life. Now, what shall I call him, Woolly* was this highly intelligent guy that was so off the wall and crazy that I felt so at home with him and his mates especially Del* who I ended up being the first bloke that ever broke my heart – that’s another story but the point being, that year we all went to Leeds Festival together and I’d never had boys fancy me like that, not to mention fight over me (another long story) – I don’t know what I’m rabbling on about all I know is I need to get fit, cut back on the fags and well, I don’t eat that much and I’m a veggie so…but just get active! I have a gym membership and I’m just wasting it! Agggghhhh (again)
What else was I going to ramble about oh yeah, idols getting old. Now, I think most of you know I’m stuck in the 90s, well, last night I went to see Gomez with Liz. Now, back in the day, I didn’t like them and Liz really wanted to go so I went and man, they were really good – apart from the fact I had to leave half way through as I was ill, but that aside, they were fantastic but man, had they aged! I keep forgetting that everyone else gets older as we do. I mean, Jarvis is 44 this year – it’s his birthday soon – I’m a stalker I know, and the Gallagher’s there old too. I really need to find people of my own age to fancy/idolize/admire instead of old codgers but then, I guess that’s what you get for being at the end of a generation.
I don’t know if any of you agree with me, but I think out school year (99 –gcse year) were the last of the whole “brit pop” generation. I remember when we all went back for the last year of sixth form and the year below came up - it was like they were from another planet. Lipsticks, eye liner, fake tan, too much attitude – they didn’t have the respect for the older years like we had done. And this has continued. If I look at my brothers year, Rat* my brother, turns 20 this Friday, they’re so superficial, impatient and overly confident. Whereas I think our age group, yeah, we’re impatient but we will work hard for what we want and just get frustrated but them, they want it all now with minimal effort and they expect it. It’s so strange, they all seemed to grow up too fast; they didn’t have teenage angst like we did. Didn’t fight parents and older siblings for independence, they just said, I’m doing it, like it or lump it! I may have got this all wrong and sound desperately like an old git, but that’s how I see it!
Anyway, enough from me today, I’m going to plan my club night and write this covering letter for a charity job (wish me luck) and live in hope that he’ll text me to go out for a late night romantic pizza or something…. Hmmm pizza.
I will write again this week, as I know I’ve been slack!
Please keep writing on the facebook wall and adding your friends.. and for hells sake, join in with the debates, this isn’t just about me!
My close friends always say my life's like a soap opera, well now it's a blog that I hope you all enjoy reading and contributing too. It would be great if we could turn this into a ranting site for everyone, not just me! Remember just because we're 20something doesn't mean we're really that much wiser than when we went through all this in our teens- LOL! Just have jobs and are in debt!
Please pass this on to other people and join my facebook group!
Love and blessings
Rae x
NB: names have been changed no personal vendettas meant to anyone - it's just life as it is, according to Rae
Wednesday 3 September 2008
Thursday 28 August 2008
Day Two - City Boy Delights????
I know some of you are having problems leaving comments so please leave on the facebook wall
Wow, I’m feeling a bit more inspired today, so no doubt it’ll be less interesting - lol - as I’ve had loads of thoughts and jotted them down on my blackberry (how media savvy?)
Well, it’s been a day and half when it comes to emotions.
I ended up turning up at my mate Max*’s house (who I’m supposed to be helping out with some pr work – hope the DFWAP don’t see this – I’m NOT GETTING PAID FOR IT) in tears – a total emotional wreck, I guess it's a long story I shouldn't really share.
I have a question for any guys reading this and the girls, I’m interested in both points of view.
At what point does a woman’s sexual past make her a slag? Ie. How many men = slag? and do you find that it’s still ok for a guy to sleep with as many girls as possible but the other way round, the girl is a slag/slut/whore ?(delete as appropriate)
Please put your answers on the facebook wall – whilst I try and figure one of those poll things on my blog.
Ah, so many things to write – maybe I should save some for tomorrow?
I really could sit here and write all about the interesting conversations I’ve had today, been one of those days, pour example – Max and I were having a conversation about morals, ethics and views; it was from a book about how to find oneself. No! not one of those shitty ones, but a proper anthropological one… views on euthanasia, equal rights… should families with strong religious beliefs deprive their sick child treatment because of it? Was very interesting but I’m not going to bore you all with my ethics and views, as I know a lot of you get it from me down the pub anyway!
So, I’ve just got in from a night with my friend *Liz and her housey *Sophie. It was meant to be gig Wednesday on a Thursday, a good old gig down on Brick Lane. Death in Vegas’ new group was on the menu but due to the highly over priced venues of London we ended up in Vibe Bar. Now for you who are Landars, you’ll know Vibe, I’m not a fan. It’s great for people watching though City Boys/wankers and Shoreditch Twats, great mixture; anyway we were having a fab girly night, talking about all the usual stuff and trains (I’m a geek, not a spotter but I have an obsession with the London Underground) and speed dating again. Good old Liz, bless her, not too clued up on the old speed dating and was quite horrified at the whole lock and key party idea – then Mysinglefriend.com crops up in conversation. As it turns out Soph’s mate is on there and he bullied his mate into to writing good shit about him then totally abuses the system, 100s of girls throwing themselves at him and he’s got a bird! Wanker . Hmm maybe I’m naive but I thought this website maybe different (Guardian Singles is looking more promising) or it could be that I’m totally disheartened that all the fit blokes I messaged haven’t got back to me and the ones that have added me to their favourites are mingers. I’m really regretting paying the 20 quid. If you’re a millionaire though you get to go on exclusive ones, that you have to get interviewed for and I also found out that in the city you can go on speed lunch dates and annoying people with clip boards will organize it whilst you’re in your morning “board” meeting!
Agh, I’ve been in a relationship too long…
Anyway, I digress ….so to try and cut this, what’s turning into a long story short again – I think there’s now four of us off next week for speed dating, (lets hope it works better than MSF).
>>Back to the night, so we’re all sitting there with our assorted drinks, chatting and this “chap” comes over to me. A rather Bristishy handsome chap (my mum would have melted) and a tad pissed, he was after a fag but insisted on talking to me. Now, I was a) slightly flattered he wanted to talk to me b) slightly insulted he was pissed c) slightly annoyed that he thought he had to talk to me and that he wanted to when we were having such girl fun! So, he’s crouched down next me and starts yacking on about yoga. Now I’m not your average “city attracter” and I do look a bit of a hippy so it was a good guess I did Yoga – well just started, but man, was this guy boring and so bemused by the fact he was talking to a hippy type lass. I guess you had to be there. Then to top it off we get another gang of them sat on the other side of the bench – bloody hell and on top off THAT, one was an Ozie. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Ozies apart from the fact they’re everywhere in London (apologies to a specific friend not meant at you) but this guy was another bore, then there was Matt a guy from Yorkshire. He knew one of Sophie’s ex’s – (she being from the same part of Yorkshire) and talk about carrying on, if you could have seen Sophie’s face, you’d have had a laugh a minute. Hold on, there is a point to this rant, yes! …CITY BOYSSSSS!!!!!! Ahhhhhh, They weren’t too much of the arrogant twat type more the smooth talking, I’m going to try something new here – rar rar rar types and fuck me! Are they boring? Work, work, work – oh good old uni days when we nicked a traffic cone…oh how funny you’re northern, all 3 of you, I was once from up there – yad, yad,! Someone pull them away. I don’t get it though; I always seem to attract them. Walking down the street (I’ve be come more observant, mother’s orders and smiling at “city traffic” is always so much fun, puts them on edge) I always get looked up and down by city boys…please, someone take them away from me. I know some girls want a city bloke but, trust me, spare your mind!!
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>>> A little paranoia thought I had earlier>>>
Now we all, both boys and girls, know how being pushy with the opposite sex generally pushes them away and looking needy, ain’t a good move, but can you do the same with girlfriends?
It’s London, everyone needs a friend and let’s face it, friends in this place can be as hard to come across as a mortgage in a credit crunch, but when you do find one/two/ them if you’re lucky, you grab on! Well, I know I do but I think I’m getting to the point of being needy. Not as in a needy friend that needs a moan and needs this and that but, maybe pushy’s a better word. “When are we meeting again, lets do this, lets do that”… I don’t know, I’m just having this big panic about it all. Hell, I do sound like I’m writing that annoying bit at the beginning/end of SATC. I’m comparing it again! Hehe.
Anyway, that was my thought. In saying that, Liz and I, a while back, were talking about friend dating. Dave said it was very 30 something, I thought it sounded quite fun.
The concept is, you and a friend meet for a drink, she brings a friend and that friend brings a friend and so on and so forth until it gets to the point of redic! Maybe “FRIEND SWAP” – (there you go E4, another show for you to REPLACE FRIENDS!!!!)
I think it’s a great concept, yet to be put into practice, but still the idea’s there! Any thoughts? It may come up with some good content for this.. I can have a proper bitch then, as at the moment, I’m holding back a little – give me time though and you won’t be able to stop me.
Ooo! Just remembered – going back to men again (I’m not obsessed, honest) and this might be one for the girls but do you think it’s true that men notice you more when you’re ovulating? I read this article once (probably in a trash mag whilst bored at my old job) that when woman are ovulating, they walk with a wiggle, naturally whereas the rest of the time it’s an innate subconscious ( I know that sounds contradictory) thing to wiggle the rest of the time! I was just wondering if a guy noticed it too>??
I’ve also got a big rant to write! “Being a northerner in London” but I think I may leave that for another day as it will be pages long and to be quite frank, it’s late and I’m shattered, plus I think you may have had enough for today.
Quick fire of thoughts and questions today though
I think I’ve realized that I’m not as career focused as I once thought. Don’t get me wrong, I love working and I love to hate my career choice, I couldn’t manage doing a normal office job, but I’ve realized I don’t have that drive that city wankers do and talk about it all the time, maybe it’s because I’ll never get to earn the same amount of mular (not that I’d want it, as I think it turns you into a twat) but yes!
Hold fire the career and job hunting, interviewing posts will be coming soon. Interviews should be a good one to write about. I’ll be sitting there thinking, “how can I best describe this overly qualified, big nosed bigget in my blog” instead of going “ yes, I do think I’m capable of doing 1001 things at once, whilst getting paid pittance and having you stare down my top!
I thought of a new phrase to… “Doing a Tony Blair”. I know it’s probably been used a 100 times before, but I mean in away of always wanting to be down with the kids or in his case a successful musician… If you listen to the lyrics of Cocaine Socialism by Pulp, you’ll understand what I mean.
Right, I’m ramberling!
Please pass this on to other people and join my facebook group!
Love and blessings
Rae x
*NB: names have been changed no personal vendettas meant to anyone - it's just life as it is, according to Rae
My close friends always say my life's like a soap opera, well now it's a blog that I hope you all enjoy reading and contributing too. It would be great if we could turn this into a ranting site for everyone, not just me! Remember just because we're 20something doesn't mean we're really that much wise than when we went through all this in our teens- LOL! Just have jobs and are in debt!
Wow, I’m feeling a bit more inspired today, so no doubt it’ll be less interesting - lol - as I’ve had loads of thoughts and jotted them down on my blackberry (how media savvy?)
Well, it’s been a day and half when it comes to emotions.
I ended up turning up at my mate Max*’s house (who I’m supposed to be helping out with some pr work – hope the DFWAP don’t see this – I’m NOT GETTING PAID FOR IT) in tears – a total emotional wreck, I guess it's a long story I shouldn't really share.
I have a question for any guys reading this and the girls, I’m interested in both points of view.
At what point does a woman’s sexual past make her a slag? Ie. How many men = slag? and do you find that it’s still ok for a guy to sleep with as many girls as possible but the other way round, the girl is a slag/slut/whore ?(delete as appropriate)
Please put your answers on the facebook wall – whilst I try and figure one of those poll things on my blog.
Ah, so many things to write – maybe I should save some for tomorrow?
I really could sit here and write all about the interesting conversations I’ve had today, been one of those days, pour example – Max and I were having a conversation about morals, ethics and views; it was from a book about how to find oneself. No! not one of those shitty ones, but a proper anthropological one… views on euthanasia, equal rights… should families with strong religious beliefs deprive their sick child treatment because of it? Was very interesting but I’m not going to bore you all with my ethics and views, as I know a lot of you get it from me down the pub anyway!
So, I’ve just got in from a night with my friend *Liz and her housey *Sophie. It was meant to be gig Wednesday on a Thursday, a good old gig down on Brick Lane. Death in Vegas’ new group was on the menu but due to the highly over priced venues of London we ended up in Vibe Bar. Now for you who are Landars, you’ll know Vibe, I’m not a fan. It’s great for people watching though City Boys/wankers and Shoreditch Twats, great mixture; anyway we were having a fab girly night, talking about all the usual stuff and trains (I’m a geek, not a spotter but I have an obsession with the London Underground) and speed dating again. Good old Liz, bless her, not too clued up on the old speed dating and was quite horrified at the whole lock and key party idea – then Mysinglefriend.com crops up in conversation. As it turns out Soph’s mate is on there and he bullied his mate into to writing good shit about him then totally abuses the system, 100s of girls throwing themselves at him and he’s got a bird! Wanker . Hmm maybe I’m naive but I thought this website maybe different (Guardian Singles is looking more promising) or it could be that I’m totally disheartened that all the fit blokes I messaged haven’t got back to me and the ones that have added me to their favourites are mingers. I’m really regretting paying the 20 quid. If you’re a millionaire though you get to go on exclusive ones, that you have to get interviewed for and I also found out that in the city you can go on speed lunch dates and annoying people with clip boards will organize it whilst you’re in your morning “board” meeting!
Agh, I’ve been in a relationship too long…
Anyway, I digress ….so to try and cut this, what’s turning into a long story short again – I think there’s now four of us off next week for speed dating, (lets hope it works better than MSF).
>>Back to the night, so we’re all sitting there with our assorted drinks, chatting and this “chap” comes over to me. A rather Bristishy handsome chap (my mum would have melted) and a tad pissed, he was after a fag but insisted on talking to me. Now, I was a) slightly flattered he wanted to talk to me b) slightly insulted he was pissed c) slightly annoyed that he thought he had to talk to me and that he wanted to when we were having such girl fun! So, he’s crouched down next me and starts yacking on about yoga. Now I’m not your average “city attracter” and I do look a bit of a hippy so it was a good guess I did Yoga – well just started, but man, was this guy boring and so bemused by the fact he was talking to a hippy type lass. I guess you had to be there. Then to top it off we get another gang of them sat on the other side of the bench – bloody hell and on top off THAT, one was an Ozie. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Ozies apart from the fact they’re everywhere in London (apologies to a specific friend not meant at you) but this guy was another bore, then there was Matt a guy from Yorkshire. He knew one of Sophie’s ex’s – (she being from the same part of Yorkshire) and talk about carrying on, if you could have seen Sophie’s face, you’d have had a laugh a minute. Hold on, there is a point to this rant, yes! …CITY BOYSSSSS!!!!!! Ahhhhhh, They weren’t too much of the arrogant twat type more the smooth talking, I’m going to try something new here – rar rar rar types and fuck me! Are they boring? Work, work, work – oh good old uni days when we nicked a traffic cone…oh how funny you’re northern, all 3 of you, I was once from up there – yad, yad,! Someone pull them away. I don’t get it though; I always seem to attract them. Walking down the street (I’ve be come more observant, mother’s orders and smiling at “city traffic” is always so much fun, puts them on edge) I always get looked up and down by city boys…please, someone take them away from me. I know some girls want a city bloke but, trust me, spare your mind!!
***********
>>> A little paranoia thought I had earlier>>>
Now we all, both boys and girls, know how being pushy with the opposite sex generally pushes them away and looking needy, ain’t a good move, but can you do the same with girlfriends?
It’s London, everyone needs a friend and let’s face it, friends in this place can be as hard to come across as a mortgage in a credit crunch, but when you do find one/two/ them if you’re lucky, you grab on! Well, I know I do but I think I’m getting to the point of being needy. Not as in a needy friend that needs a moan and needs this and that but, maybe pushy’s a better word. “When are we meeting again, lets do this, lets do that”… I don’t know, I’m just having this big panic about it all. Hell, I do sound like I’m writing that annoying bit at the beginning/end of SATC. I’m comparing it again! Hehe.
Anyway, that was my thought. In saying that, Liz and I, a while back, were talking about friend dating. Dave said it was very 30 something, I thought it sounded quite fun.
The concept is, you and a friend meet for a drink, she brings a friend and that friend brings a friend and so on and so forth until it gets to the point of redic! Maybe “FRIEND SWAP” – (there you go E4, another show for you to REPLACE FRIENDS!!!!)
I think it’s a great concept, yet to be put into practice, but still the idea’s there! Any thoughts? It may come up with some good content for this.. I can have a proper bitch then, as at the moment, I’m holding back a little – give me time though and you won’t be able to stop me.
Ooo! Just remembered – going back to men again (I’m not obsessed, honest) and this might be one for the girls but do you think it’s true that men notice you more when you’re ovulating? I read this article once (probably in a trash mag whilst bored at my old job) that when woman are ovulating, they walk with a wiggle, naturally whereas the rest of the time it’s an innate subconscious ( I know that sounds contradictory) thing to wiggle the rest of the time! I was just wondering if a guy noticed it too>??
I’ve also got a big rant to write! “Being a northerner in London” but I think I may leave that for another day as it will be pages long and to be quite frank, it’s late and I’m shattered, plus I think you may have had enough for today.
Quick fire of thoughts and questions today though
I think I’ve realized that I’m not as career focused as I once thought. Don’t get me wrong, I love working and I love to hate my career choice, I couldn’t manage doing a normal office job, but I’ve realized I don’t have that drive that city wankers do and talk about it all the time, maybe it’s because I’ll never get to earn the same amount of mular (not that I’d want it, as I think it turns you into a twat) but yes!
Hold fire the career and job hunting, interviewing posts will be coming soon. Interviews should be a good one to write about. I’ll be sitting there thinking, “how can I best describe this overly qualified, big nosed bigget in my blog” instead of going “ yes, I do think I’m capable of doing 1001 things at once, whilst getting paid pittance and having you stare down my top!
I thought of a new phrase to… “Doing a Tony Blair”. I know it’s probably been used a 100 times before, but I mean in away of always wanting to be down with the kids or in his case a successful musician… If you listen to the lyrics of Cocaine Socialism by Pulp, you’ll understand what I mean.
Right, I’m ramberling!
Please pass this on to other people and join my facebook group!
Love and blessings
Rae x
*NB: names have been changed no personal vendettas meant to anyone - it's just life as it is, according to Rae
My close friends always say my life's like a soap opera, well now it's a blog that I hope you all enjoy reading and contributing too. It would be great if we could turn this into a ranting site for everyone, not just me! Remember just because we're 20something doesn't mean we're really that much wise than when we went through all this in our teens- LOL! Just have jobs and are in debt!
Wednesday 27 August 2008
the first blog - a rant
So, here we are, my first blog and to be honest at this moment - I'm not too sure what to write.
I'm feeling in a mixed state of emotion:
( let’s call him Dave) has been texting me abuse, which seems to be his new form of communication - I don't see why he can't just f off and die but that's men I guess.
You see, what I never quite get about relationships is the aftermath. My ex-boyfriends from when I was a teenager and such - I'm still friends with but now we get older, it just goes from someone being your "best Friend" to being your arch enemy - it's just plain wired. I know it's hard for either both or one party when the other starts seeing someone new, but apart from that - you've shared so much of your time with that person... It just seems strange - and a tad scary that they know a lot of your secrets!!
Dave though (as we're calling him) wasn't your normal/average bloke - in many ways but mainly because, he was the woman in the relationship(by sterotype). Mardy, clingy, possessive and so so stroppy when he didn't get his own way. I mean, this coming weekend is his birthday. He invited me, wanted me to be there with the adding warning (and I quote) FYI I'm seeing someone new and she'll be there obv - will it be too awkward. Well, for a man of high intelligence, he's a tad thick! I mean, why would I want to be there? 2 months ago we were talking about getting married - so why would I want to see him with his new bit of stuff? Why does he want me to be there? Just to rub my face in it even more???? Anyway, I'm not going - I told him (obviously whilst keeping my dignity in tac!) But then he turns nasty - cruel...texting me calling me a slag for no reason! NICE! Well, I just want to move on...will he let me! stay tuned!!
On the otherside of things, I have this male friend...we've been speaking for years - never met the guy... shall we call it a modern day friendship? - well, fingers crossed, if all goes to plan, we're meeting up next week for the first time...heee!! I wonder if we'll be able to talk without the use of a computer! 9 years we’ve been talking, mental and if he’s reading this, he’ll probably be shaking his head but we’ve been through a lot together, or should I say he’s listen to me moan on over the years! I just can’t wait to finally me him, if not a tad fazed by it as well. If it comes off, I’ll probably be even more amazed.
What else can I rant about! Oh yeah! My single friend.com - a good musician friend of mine put me on the other week and it true style, I've just put my profile together and paid the 20quid to be a full member for 3 months! And I'm addicted already... seeing loads of pretty hot looking lads on the pages, you know they'll never get back to you but you live in the hope especially when you get the e-mail informing you that you've been added to someone's favourites. BIG HAPPY SMILES until the disappointment, they turn out to be some middle aged, thinning, conservative twit! Well, I can live in hope!
My friend's been raving about Guardian singles... she's had some cracking dates out of it... and now I want to play but with an addictive personality, I can see me getting even more attached to my laptop and blackberry -sod facebook! and there's the added factor you have to pay for these dating sites, my bank manager will love me – well, I’ll let you know how the addictions going and any advice and tips for trying/using and getting over these things will be passed on and greatly received!
Next week I think it's going to be speed dating! Wow, I sound like a girl on a mission but I think when one's been in a relationship, it's sometimes the best way to deal with not having someone around 24/7 - just get straight back out there too excess!
I'm sure all you "Londoners" will agree that dating in this massive city isn't as easy as it is/would be back in our birth towns/cities but that's why we all come to London, to make our lives more difficult? (Well, I guess most of us come down here for work or to stay like Peter Pan...25 in London is young...most other cities, you feel like a granny (well I do)) so dating sites and speed dating don’t sound so lame…I mean, how else do you meet guys in London? I go to a predominately gay gym, so that’s out of the question, I don’t have the money to join a “course” and to be honest, I’m a 20 something not a 30 something, so learning a second language isn’t quite that appealing yet – ask me at 28. Then there’s always the option of doing some extreme sport or joining a spiritual group to meet those guys that don’t live by the standards of a modern society (this is my type of guy) but I just feel like a hypocrite although I am a very spiritual person, going into this to find men, isn’t very ethical or right – a bit like that episode of SATC when Samantha tries to shag the monk! Classic! Anyway, I digress, for a change! So yes, I’m justifying my new single life and thinking of other reasons to buy a new outfit and a pair of killer heals!
So, Speed dating - yes! I'm very intrigued (obviously from an anthropological point of view) by this especially since finding out tonight that there's lock and key parties as well - huh!??? That sounds very scary!! I don't think I'll be off to that one but if anyone has any advice on speed dating - give me a shout!
Well, this has been my first post - quite a simple, not too deep, melodramatic or obsessive post, I have to admit - I surprise myself but you can guarantee it'll get worse as the time goes on (as will the spelling and grammar!)
My close friends always say my life's like a soap opera, well now it's a blog that I hope you all enjoy reading and contributing too. It would be great if we could turn this into a ranting site for everyone, not just me! Remember just because we're 20something doesn't mean we're really that much wise than when we went through all this in our teens- LOL! Just have jobs and are in debt!
Please pass this on to other people and join my facebook group!
Love and blessings
Rae x
NB: names have been changed no personal vendettas meant to anyone - it's just life as it is, according to Rae
I'm feeling in a mixed state of emotion:
( let’s call him Dave) has been texting me abuse, which seems to be his new form of communication - I don't see why he can't just f off and die but that's men I guess.
You see, what I never quite get about relationships is the aftermath. My ex-boyfriends from when I was a teenager and such - I'm still friends with but now we get older, it just goes from someone being your "best Friend" to being your arch enemy - it's just plain wired. I know it's hard for either both or one party when the other starts seeing someone new, but apart from that - you've shared so much of your time with that person... It just seems strange - and a tad scary that they know a lot of your secrets!!
Dave though (as we're calling him) wasn't your normal/average bloke - in many ways but mainly because, he was the woman in the relationship(by sterotype). Mardy, clingy, possessive and so so stroppy when he didn't get his own way. I mean, this coming weekend is his birthday. He invited me, wanted me to be there with the adding warning (and I quote) FYI I'm seeing someone new and she'll be there obv - will it be too awkward. Well, for a man of high intelligence, he's a tad thick! I mean, why would I want to be there? 2 months ago we were talking about getting married - so why would I want to see him with his new bit of stuff? Why does he want me to be there? Just to rub my face in it even more???? Anyway, I'm not going - I told him (obviously whilst keeping my dignity in tac!) But then he turns nasty - cruel...texting me calling me a slag for no reason! NICE! Well, I just want to move on...will he let me! stay tuned!!
On the otherside of things, I have this male friend...we've been speaking for years - never met the guy... shall we call it a modern day friendship? - well, fingers crossed, if all goes to plan, we're meeting up next week for the first time...heee!! I wonder if we'll be able to talk without the use of a computer! 9 years we’ve been talking, mental and if he’s reading this, he’ll probably be shaking his head but we’ve been through a lot together, or should I say he’s listen to me moan on over the years! I just can’t wait to finally me him, if not a tad fazed by it as well. If it comes off, I’ll probably be even more amazed.
What else can I rant about! Oh yeah! My single friend.com - a good musician friend of mine put me on the other week and it true style, I've just put my profile together and paid the 20quid to be a full member for 3 months! And I'm addicted already... seeing loads of pretty hot looking lads on the pages, you know they'll never get back to you but you live in the hope especially when you get the e-mail informing you that you've been added to someone's favourites. BIG HAPPY SMILES until the disappointment, they turn out to be some middle aged, thinning, conservative twit! Well, I can live in hope!
My friend's been raving about Guardian singles... she's had some cracking dates out of it... and now I want to play but with an addictive personality, I can see me getting even more attached to my laptop and blackberry -sod facebook! and there's the added factor you have to pay for these dating sites, my bank manager will love me – well, I’ll let you know how the addictions going and any advice and tips for trying/using and getting over these things will be passed on and greatly received!
Next week I think it's going to be speed dating! Wow, I sound like a girl on a mission but I think when one's been in a relationship, it's sometimes the best way to deal with not having someone around 24/7 - just get straight back out there too excess!
I'm sure all you "Londoners" will agree that dating in this massive city isn't as easy as it is/would be back in our birth towns/cities but that's why we all come to London, to make our lives more difficult? (Well, I guess most of us come down here for work or to stay like Peter Pan...25 in London is young...most other cities, you feel like a granny (well I do)) so dating sites and speed dating don’t sound so lame…I mean, how else do you meet guys in London? I go to a predominately gay gym, so that’s out of the question, I don’t have the money to join a “course” and to be honest, I’m a 20 something not a 30 something, so learning a second language isn’t quite that appealing yet – ask me at 28. Then there’s always the option of doing some extreme sport or joining a spiritual group to meet those guys that don’t live by the standards of a modern society (this is my type of guy) but I just feel like a hypocrite although I am a very spiritual person, going into this to find men, isn’t very ethical or right – a bit like that episode of SATC when Samantha tries to shag the monk! Classic! Anyway, I digress, for a change! So yes, I’m justifying my new single life and thinking of other reasons to buy a new outfit and a pair of killer heals!
So, Speed dating - yes! I'm very intrigued (obviously from an anthropological point of view) by this especially since finding out tonight that there's lock and key parties as well - huh!??? That sounds very scary!! I don't think I'll be off to that one but if anyone has any advice on speed dating - give me a shout!
Well, this has been my first post - quite a simple, not too deep, melodramatic or obsessive post, I have to admit - I surprise myself but you can guarantee it'll get worse as the time goes on (as will the spelling and grammar!)
My close friends always say my life's like a soap opera, well now it's a blog that I hope you all enjoy reading and contributing too. It would be great if we could turn this into a ranting site for everyone, not just me! Remember just because we're 20something doesn't mean we're really that much wise than when we went through all this in our teens- LOL! Just have jobs and are in debt!
Please pass this on to other people and join my facebook group!
Love and blessings
Rae x
NB: names have been changed no personal vendettas meant to anyone - it's just life as it is, according to Rae
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