Day Two - City Boy Delights????

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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!

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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!