My darling readers, how are we?
So then Yet again, I once apologise for my lame up dates – or should I say my none-existing ones?
I’m trying to think what’s been happening since May, a lot and not a lot would be the best way of describing it.
After many failed interviews for exciting jobs, I still don’t have a permanent position but I am temping – well for another week. Ah, I forgot how nice it was to have a bit of cash instead of wacking everything on a credit card and suffering for it later. The actual buzz you get from paying your rent – I know you may disagree with this but when you’ve been on benefits for so long, to be able to pay your own way is quite nice. What can I say, I’m a strong independent woman – cough cough, (that still lives a bit off the bank of mum and dad – oh the shame)
Ooo as I’m reading over this, I’ve realized I’ve not mentioned the death of the late Wacko Jacko. Man, I still can’t believe he’s died and feel slightly numb about it all. Like most, I was always skeptical about his involvement with children but did have this sadness for him, a mean that guy had a messed up childhood that would make most of us insane not alone someone who is a tad twisted… I really don’t see why people want fame or even why parents thrash it upon them – beats me (ouch sorry) so yea, I watched the tribute show and I cried at what Paris said about him. So sweet, I just hope she doesn’t end up as screwed up as her father or even Paris Hilton…. So that’s my bit about Jackson and I maybe should have added an extra bit in here but as it’s taken me a few days to piece this sham of an entry together, I guess I’ll just have to leave it there. Rest In Peace Michael.
So, a quick over view. I don’t really want to make this entry all about men (although we do know that it will be a main focus as I’m that obsessed-lol)
Had a very short and quick fling, if you can even call it that with, hmm what to call him – yes, Iago, that will do. He was a nice chap, quite a bit older than me. Interesting, great job (music industry and media based) – some great freebies and all the trimmings but it just didn’t really come to anything; I guess you could say it finished before it started but he was the first guy I’ve really liked since Dave. Ah well, I’ve decided that men and alcohol are no good for my mental health so I’m giving them a wide birth (at least 2 days a week any way)
I’ve still not managed to meet up with the Barrister – I’m beginning to wonder if it’ll ever happen but we have progressed to being friends on Facebook, so I guess that’s something – hehe. Anyway, he’s meant to be in London towards the end of September, so we’ll see if any thing happens.
As for the others, well they’re all off the radar and I’m fully aware I need to up date you all on the stories of the Banker and the Wolf as well as the ‘daddy’. And I promise I will do… one day, so stay tuned.
So here’s my first rant. Yes it is man focused but not totally. Match.com – what a rip off and such a conspiracy. Seriously annoyed and really want my money back. So after 4 months of mingers (I know that’s harsh but true) messaging me and the odd half decent bloke ‘winking’ me, I finally get some interest from two rather nice looking and interesting blokes.
Now, around the start of June, I tried to cancel my membership and got done for another 3 months without even being asked – bloody American sites – oh yeah, that’s another thing, I never managed to get the English version, always paying dollars even though my search was UK based, very odd. I’ll carry on – so, as it stands I figured out that if I did a search and then winked/emailed a few blokes all of a sudden I’d get messages from different men. Now at first I thought this was just a coincidence and I guess it would be quite logical that the more you go on, the further up the pecking order you go – but not when you’re paying for it! And then, the last week before my membership runs out, I get these two nice blokes chatting to me. Hmmm all very sus if you as me. And I now have a message from another one that I can’t read and I’ve only managed to get one of the nice blokes phone numbers – typical!! What to do? Do I sign up again (being skint) or just take it as fate?
Back to it – Match.com = rip off and Plenty of Fish is just full of odd balls with skeletons – definitely no fish there. But I have discovered something in the ways of blokes.
And you males reading this may want to skip this bit as it involves ‘periods’ – I know men don’t like reading or hearing about it – but here’s the heads up so no complaining…
Ladies, those few days just before you’re due on The ones when you want to kill your next door neighbour and their cat. You’ll cry at adverts for washing up liquid not to mention the world being against you and no-one should touch you as you’ll burst, lash out, eat a tub of ice cream, then cry –
This does provide a few problems if one is looking for a bit of ‘fun’ but still none the less it’s a nice confidence booster even if you don’t want to turn round and scream obscenities at the brickie that just looked you up and down and wolf whistled at you. Or batter the bloke that just squeezed your arse in the que at the bar but there’s always the fit guy that smiles at you or even the one that buys you a drink at the bar – masterful – they should have bleed dating or something – (maybe that would attract too many vampires?)
I still find it really funny though. Take the other week. I was walking down Parkway in Camden with spots, a belly that made me look 3 months gone, swollen ankles and a face that could definitely not have launched a rowing boat not alone a 1000 ships. But I got ‘alright gorgeous’ from about 3 blokes, one which said ‘do you wanna date tonight darlin’’ and some looks too; granted they were all minging but it gave me a nice little confidence booster 3 days later, at the actual time it made me go even redder than the hot flushes had done and throw a dirty look at the men.
But anyway, what I’m trying to say is – those 5-7 days of hell are actually the best time to go out there and get noticed! Maybe this is already common knowledge, in which case why has no-one ever told me before, but if not, here’s a bit of hope for you single ladies out there. Instead of sitting in with Sex and The City and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s crying at how crap your life is; grab the girls put on your best dress – or second best that has an extra bit of room around the tummy area and preferably not white – and hit the local for a few glasses of Rosé- job done – number in hand – you won’t text for a few days because you’ll be hating the world for a bit longer, so you won’t look too desperate and then the week after you’ll have a date, you can fit into your smaller dress and higher heals and, if you so wish, go all the way (but I doubt you’ll see him again if you do).
So that’s Rae’s way to date!
What else is on my rant list? I’ve been making notes as these past few weeks/months so I have to really think about if it’s worth rsi pain or if it was just a silly thought that has been and gone and I’ve already probably exhausted to the few of you that actually read Melodrama.
Ooo while I think about it, I thought you’d like to know that the fans on Facebook are getting bigger and there’s even some people on their I don’t know, so keep it going – I’ll buy you all chocolate next time I see you – add your friends NOW!!!!!
Back to the rant list – shall I try bullet points? Yes, then you can skip to the bit you actually want to read.
· Woman and trainers
· False eyelashes
· Art Deco and super skinny – coming soon
· New people I’ve met –coming soon
Woman and trainers….aggggjhhhhhh this really does my head in. You don’t see it much in other cities that London (really) but women in nice suits and pretty dresses with trainers on – ouch!
Oh dear, it really drives me mad. Now I understand you’ve been in your heals all day, you’ve walked to meetings, paced the floors of a court room and threatened a couple of prevvy blokes with the a stiletto in the eye but still this does not mean that you should put your trainers on to get on the bus/tube/tram or even walk home. Please! In this day and age you can get so many comfortable, affordable and pretty flat shoes and flip flops that will serve you as well as a pair of trainers. Now, don’t use the gym as an excuse as the aforementioned shoes do not take up that much room in your bag thus leaving room for gym kit.
I don’t want to sound like SJP in SATC but it’s a crime against fashion and femininity. You look ridiculous, I’m doing this as a favour to all you wonderfully successful women out there as well as for my own sanity! I can’t remember where I heard it or who said it but it was about French woman and how they dress; their sophistication and elegance. You have to admit,that French women look fabulous (sweetie darling, kiss kiss) and one of the reasons for this air of chic style is that they don’t wear jeans in social situations and trainers are strictly for exercise. Now, I’m not a massive jean wearer but I do love my denim skirt and sometimes find myself tuttin’ as I put it on and rush out of the house in a morning. Planning and grooming should come up a lot higher in our society. I’m not saying ladies we are ungroomed but I do think we either do ‘ladette’ or ‘pin up/wag’. Girls either seem to look like a wannabe Cheryl Cole or Jordon or, like me a girl that would look better on a building site or down the local rock joint. I’m not saying that’s wrong and with vintage and retro being predominant on the fashion scene for the past few years, I guess you could say that my above point is slightly out of date but as much as I love vintage clothing and the fashion that some girls put together it still doesn’t have the graces of the French. So I guess to correct myself we have the ladettes, the wag wannabes and vintage/art school types as well as your lady that just wears straight off the hanger (I’m not saying this is bad) – but all this aside and back to my original point… none of the above, no matter if you’re wearing Marc Jacobs or Mark One, Debenhams or Dior – none of it looks good with your Nike trainers. Please leave this to the chavs and asbos with the bottle of white lightening in the local park on a Friday night (yes, I’m guilty of once being one).
I guess from the above I can lead onto my next rant.
False bloody eye lashes! Oh yes, they’re fun and you can get feathers, glitter, rainbows and ones that would not just make a Drag Queen jealous but also knock her off her size 10 high heals – but there’s the ones and the girls that wear them on a daily basis.
Once again I’m going back to the Wag culture and at the top of my hit/hate list, as always, is Cheryl bloody Cole/Tweedy. I can’t stand this woman, and that in itself is a rant for another day but the Wags and also TV have lead for an increase in trend in false eye lashes. I see the appeal even though I’m scared to death of putting them on incase I have an allergic reaction. But, yes, they look great on fancy dress nights out and if you have inserts put in on semi-permanent basis, then great, I guess it’s up their with having your nails done but having these massive feather like eye lashes in everyday all the time – man, why? They make your eyes look smaller and the fakeness is up there with plastic boobs. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen some girls with some very neat and sophisticated styles but – I don’t see the point in wearing them all time. What ever happened to leaving things for an occasion? It’s like if you wore your best dress to work every day and had a million dollar smile painted, what would you do when you were going for an extra special date? Do you see what I mean? Or am I just biting at a petty irritation? I would love to hear some further comments on the topic and maybe help me build my argument a bit better.
Anyway, as I’ve just realized I’ve written five pages on word and hells know how many this will turn out on the website, I should leave it there.
Just to let you all know I’ve started working on a children’s book. So keep on at me to get it finished and if you’re lucky I’ll start posting bits of the story but it’s a lot more taxing that writing this and as you all know, I’m not that great at keeping it up to date.
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Love and blessings
Rae x
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