Now I am sure I am not alone in this feeling that your other half would rather spend time playing with his/her x box one (other consoles available) and online "friends" than spend quality time with you, but my question is why do we put up with this shit?
I have been unwell today and off work as a result. It took a pity text from me, bearing in mind we are in the same house and living together for nearly a year, for him to come up and pay me any attention and after less than 2 hours, his x box one called and he buggered off again. If this is what the rest of my life is set to look like, then I am better off being single? Dramatic I know, but I am at the end of my tether and potentially the end of this relationship.
This isn't an isolated event either. The other night he gets a text from one of his friends asking him to game. We rarely spend any time together due to conflicting work schedules and all I wanted to do was enjoy the sunshine outside, as it is a rare event in the UK, whereas he is hell bent on getting home and playing with his friends online. Whilst I appreciate that due to his works rota and living in a different city to where he works that he isn't able to see his friends as often, but for once it would have been nice for him to choose us instead of the x box. Especially as he spends his days off on the x box one and I spend at least one of mine, cleaning the house and making sure things are nice for us when he gets home.
I am a little proud of the fact however. that I have managed to get my cats on my side with regards to the x box one hating. A few months ago my youngest cat Lilly went through a bout of having an upset stomach. As a result she left a tiny poo on the x box one. A part of me was jealous that I had not thought of this ingenious plan first, but I was also a proud Mum of what the little minx had managed to do. Needless to say he shouted at her for her crimes, but I rewarded her later with cuddles and treats to let her know it was appreciated.
And now I am blogging about my woes to a world of strangers and believe me when I type that I know I sound like a moaning woman, when there are more important things happening in the world, but this is what my life has become. My question is whether I am happy to settle for a life of second best or whether I decide to go it alone again with Millie and Lilly and find that person who will put me before that of a machine. The saying goes that opposites attract, but maybe in this case we are too opposite....
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Monday, 28 October 2013
Number 10 - Do something random
So last Monday I completed number 10 on my list. Now those following the list will realise that number 10 on my list was "tbc". However, with the help of Miss Red Star number 10 became:
"Do something random."
And with that in mind I went segwaying!!!!
I wasn't sure what to expect when Miss Red Star asked me if I would like to be her plus one, but my God it was soooo much fun!!!!! Miss Red Star's Mum had got her a gift voucher for two for Christmas. The company we went through was www.segwayevents.co.uk. We booked into the Chepstow branch and got ready to get our segway on. After a quick train and taxi journey we arrived ready for action!
The view was pretty cool as it was in an old quarry and the Instructors were definitely eye candy material! I mean.... they looked like they were very qualified in the art of segway. Who am I kidding? They were total eye candy, although me and Miss Red Star differed our opinion on the guy who lead our group around.
We were lucky as there were only 4 of us in our group: Me and Miss Red Star and a couple in their late 50s/ early 60s. They were pretty reckless for the older generation! They were falling off and jumping back on, going down hill backwards and racing round us, whilst me and Miss Red Star attempted to make the Segway move forward.
Anyway, here are a few pictures on the day:
The Look of Terror on my face. I was travelling
about 2 miles an hour at this point! Shamed!!!!!
Me and Miss Red Star posing. I kept going backwards! No idea why
Acting all Thug life yo!
We had to guess who would fall off first - Turns out Miss Red Star was nearly right!
The weirdest thing about segwaying was getting the balance right. It was much easier to go backwards, or maybe I just have a natural backwards centre of gravity. But once you got the hang of it it was quite easy. I had a near fall, which could have potentially broken my ankle. If you fall off balance you need to fall backwards, because if you fall forward the segway continues to move forward. You move the Segway based on the pressure in your feet. More pressure forward on your toes and it moves forward and to go backward you need to move the pressure into your heels. So naturally, being my clumsy self, I fell forward and went to put my foot down in front of the Segway. Could have been game over and a nice trip in an Ambulance to Hospital but luckily I fell off balance backwards and stopped myself from falling off. Always a drama!
I would highly recommend going segwaying and I will be recommending it for our next team building day out in work! Such a good laugh and some really funny memories made. Cheers Miss Red Star for helping me tick something off the list! Won't be forgetting this day in a hurry :)
So the list as it stands now:
1. Transformation/ make-over
2. New Tattoo
3. Move Out
4. Do something that scares me
5. Lose Weight
6. Travel somewhere
7. Visit my half-sister
8. Write 2 closure letters to the ex's who hurt me the most
9. Make something
10. Do something random
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
"Do something random."
And with that in mind I went segwaying!!!!
I wasn't sure what to expect when Miss Red Star asked me if I would like to be her plus one, but my God it was soooo much fun!!!!! Miss Red Star's Mum had got her a gift voucher for two for Christmas. The company we went through was www.segwayevents.co.uk. We booked into the Chepstow branch and got ready to get our segway on. After a quick train and taxi journey we arrived ready for action!
The view was pretty cool as it was in an old quarry and the Instructors were definitely eye candy material! I mean.... they looked like they were very qualified in the art of segway. Who am I kidding? They were total eye candy, although me and Miss Red Star differed our opinion on the guy who lead our group around.
We were lucky as there were only 4 of us in our group: Me and Miss Red Star and a couple in their late 50s/ early 60s. They were pretty reckless for the older generation! They were falling off and jumping back on, going down hill backwards and racing round us, whilst me and Miss Red Star attempted to make the Segway move forward.
Anyway, here are a few pictures on the day:
about 2 miles an hour at this point! Shamed!!!!!
The weirdest thing about segwaying was getting the balance right. It was much easier to go backwards, or maybe I just have a natural backwards centre of gravity. But once you got the hang of it it was quite easy. I had a near fall, which could have potentially broken my ankle. If you fall off balance you need to fall backwards, because if you fall forward the segway continues to move forward. You move the Segway based on the pressure in your feet. More pressure forward on your toes and it moves forward and to go backward you need to move the pressure into your heels. So naturally, being my clumsy self, I fell forward and went to put my foot down in front of the Segway. Could have been game over and a nice trip in an Ambulance to Hospital but luckily I fell off balance backwards and stopped myself from falling off. Always a drama!
I would highly recommend going segwaying and I will be recommending it for our next team building day out in work! Such a good laugh and some really funny memories made. Cheers Miss Red Star for helping me tick something off the list! Won't be forgetting this day in a hurry :)
So the list as it stands now:
1. Transformation/ make-over
3. Move Out
4. Do something that scares me
5. Lose Weight
6. Travel somewhere
7. Visit my half-sister
8. Write 2 closure letters to the ex's who hurt me the most
9. Make something
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Saturday, 28 September 2013
It's just.... a little crush...
So, on Thursday I was making my way home from work. It was just like every other Thursday, nothing special. I was catching up with my friend Silver Fox and we were putting the world to rights on our train ride home from work. I get off at Bridgend and start my usual strut down the platform, pretending it is a runway and I am the latest, hottest Model about town. I get about half way down when my eyes catch the eyes of a beautiful looking guy. Brown hair hidden under a baseball cap, nose ring (which always make my knees weak when I see a guy with one) and you just knew he had a few cheeky tattoos hidden under his clothing. It was like a bomb went off based on the spark that ignited when our eyes collided.
So I text the Silver Fox to tell him I had just practically eye fucked some guy still on the train. His response, after some laughter at my dramtics, was to suggest i write to the rush hour crush section in theMetro. I laughed at this crazy notion but the next day, I found myself picking up the Metro for the first time in ages.
So that is what we did on the train journey to work on Friday, with a little help from the Silver Fox. My advert reads:
"You, nose ringed hipster, me, dizzy blonde with purple dips. Our eyes meet as i got off the 18.26 swansea train at bridgend. Drink some time? "
I really do not expect, firstly for it to be printed, or secondly for a response, but it has kept me amused!
So keep your eyes peeled, as I know I will be.
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
So I text the Silver Fox to tell him I had just practically eye fucked some guy still on the train. His response, after some laughter at my dramtics, was to suggest i write to the rush hour crush section in theMetro. I laughed at this crazy notion but the next day, I found myself picking up the Metro for the first time in ages.
So that is what we did on the train journey to work on Friday, with a little help from the Silver Fox. My advert reads:
"You, nose ringed hipster, me, dizzy blonde with purple dips. Our eyes meet as i got off the 18.26 swansea train at bridgend. Drink some time? "
I really do not expect, firstly for it to be printed, or secondly for a response, but it has kept me amused!
So keep your eyes peeled, as I know I will be.
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Sunday, 15 September 2013
The List - Number 2
So I can finally tick off number 2 on the single girl's to do list as last Saturday I got a new tattoo!
I went to a new studio on Whitchurch Road in Cardiff called "Two Heart Tattoo Studio" and I received the best service from the owners Katan and Gareth, so much so that I will definitely be going back for my next one. They kept the studio open late for my initial consultation and again so I could view the design and they made me feel welcome right from the start. So here it is, my latest work of art:
The basis of this tattoo is designed around the All American Rejects lyrics "one boy, one girl, two hearts, their world". I have loved these lyrics for as long as I can remember and I wanted to somehow incorporate them into a tattoo. My original idea was a stick boy and girl with a heart on each of their chests and holding a world. When I explained this idea to Katan, she took it on board and said she would draw it up for me, but offered a suggestion of something slightly different. I was reluctant at first, but when I went to view both designs, her design won me over instantly, and there was no doubt in my mind which design I would be getting. And so the above tattoo was born!
Out of the 4 tattoos I have had, this one has healed the nicest and hurt the least. I didn't use numbing cream because it would blur the stencil, so I was literally bricking it, but I can honestly say it doesn't hurt! My wrist to date hurt the most and it is the smallest design.
I will definitely be going back to Two Hearts Tattoo Studio and if you are looking for a tattooist I urge you to take them into consideration: https: //www.facebook.com/pages/Two-Hearts-Tattoo-Studio/253041938175214?fref=ts
So the list as it stands now:
1. Transformation/ make-over
2. New Tattoo
3. Move Out
4. Do something that scares me
5. Lose Weight
6. Travel somewhere
7. Visit my half-sister
8. Write 2 closure letters to the ex's who hurt me the most
9. Make something
10. (not yet thought of)
Here's to crossing the next one out!
Peace out
Random Quirky Girl x
I went to a new studio on Whitchurch Road in Cardiff called "Two Heart Tattoo Studio" and I received the best service from the owners Katan and Gareth, so much so that I will definitely be going back for my next one. They kept the studio open late for my initial consultation and again so I could view the design and they made me feel welcome right from the start. So here it is, my latest work of art:
The basis of this tattoo is designed around the All American Rejects lyrics "one boy, one girl, two hearts, their world". I have loved these lyrics for as long as I can remember and I wanted to somehow incorporate them into a tattoo. My original idea was a stick boy and girl with a heart on each of their chests and holding a world. When I explained this idea to Katan, she took it on board and said she would draw it up for me, but offered a suggestion of something slightly different. I was reluctant at first, but when I went to view both designs, her design won me over instantly, and there was no doubt in my mind which design I would be getting. And so the above tattoo was born!
Out of the 4 tattoos I have had, this one has healed the nicest and hurt the least. I didn't use numbing cream because it would blur the stencil, so I was literally bricking it, but I can honestly say it doesn't hurt! My wrist to date hurt the most and it is the smallest design.
I will definitely be going back to Two Hearts Tattoo Studio and if you are looking for a tattooist I urge you to take them into consideration: https: //www.facebook.com/pages/Two-Hearts-Tattoo-Studio/253041938175214?fref=ts
So the list as it stands now:
1. Transformation/ make-over
3. Move Out
4. Do something that scares me
5. Lose Weight
6. Travel somewhere
7. Visit my half-sister
8. Write 2 closure letters to the ex's who hurt me the most
9. Make something
10. (not yet thought of)
Here's to crossing the next one out!
Peace out
Random Quirky Girl x
Sunday, 1 September 2013
The Single Girls To Do List
I am a sucker for a good romance novel and secretly I think most girls are. That little bit of romantic escapism after a long day at work, knowing that you will be transported to a world where the girl gets the guy and everyone lives happily ever after.... *swoon* They are my guilty pleasure and I am loud and proud about it!
So in my quest for my next escapist hit, I borrowed a book from my Sister's room called "The Single Girl's To-Do List". Now, before you jump to conclusions it is not a self-help book for spinsters, it is actually a well written piece of chick lit by the author Lindsey Kelk. Although, I am sure there are those out there who will never believe any chick lit is well written... read it and see for yourself.
The story is based around a make-up artist called Rachel Summers, who gets dumped by her boyfriend Simon, so with the aid of her two best friends and a lot of alcohol in a pub, writes a list of 10 things she must do by her Father's wedding in 2 weeks time, to embrace her newly single life. The book leads the character on various adventures, from a new image to a trip to Canada to reunite with her first love. But eventually she ends up falling in love with a very hunky photographer called Dan.
Now I know it is just a book and therefore created in someone's imagination, but I get bored quite easily and so after finishing the book, I started thinking about what I would put on a list if I had one. So I sat down and wrote a list and by number 9 I thought, fuck it! Why not give it a go? What have I got to lose? So that is what I have decided to do! But unlike in the book I have set a target of 6 months instead of two weeks, mainly because I work and I am not stupidly rich, nor a character in a book. I had to be more realistic about it sadly :(
So here is my single girl's to-do list:
1. Transformation/ make-over
2. New Tattoo
3. Move Out
4. Do something that scares me
5. Lose Weight
6. Travel somewhere
7. Visit my half-sister
8. Write 2 closure letters to the ex's who hurt me the most
9. Make something
10. (not yet thought of)
So, I have until the 1st March to get all of this achieved (and think of a tenth thing to do). It is not in list order but can be chosen at random and I have spoken to some friends who said they will help me out with some things on my list. I will of course blog about it too as what's the point in telling you about the list, if you never hear about it again? You might also notice that there is nothing of a romantic nature on the list. I have decided to stop looking for 'the one' and just wait for him to find me! Doesn't mean I will live like a Nun until that magical day, but I also won't actively search him out either. What will be will be and all that jazz!
So watch this space! This single lady is on a mission
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
So in my quest for my next escapist hit, I borrowed a book from my Sister's room called "The Single Girl's To-Do List". Now, before you jump to conclusions it is not a self-help book for spinsters, it is actually a well written piece of chick lit by the author Lindsey Kelk. Although, I am sure there are those out there who will never believe any chick lit is well written... read it and see for yourself.
The story is based around a make-up artist called Rachel Summers, who gets dumped by her boyfriend Simon, so with the aid of her two best friends and a lot of alcohol in a pub, writes a list of 10 things she must do by her Father's wedding in 2 weeks time, to embrace her newly single life. The book leads the character on various adventures, from a new image to a trip to Canada to reunite with her first love. But eventually she ends up falling in love with a very hunky photographer called Dan.
Now I know it is just a book and therefore created in someone's imagination, but I get bored quite easily and so after finishing the book, I started thinking about what I would put on a list if I had one. So I sat down and wrote a list and by number 9 I thought, fuck it! Why not give it a go? What have I got to lose? So that is what I have decided to do! But unlike in the book I have set a target of 6 months instead of two weeks, mainly because I work and I am not stupidly rich, nor a character in a book. I had to be more realistic about it sadly :(
So here is my single girl's to-do list:
1. Transformation/ make-over
2. New Tattoo
3. Move Out
4. Do something that scares me
5. Lose Weight
6. Travel somewhere
7. Visit my half-sister
8. Write 2 closure letters to the ex's who hurt me the most
9. Make something
10. (not yet thought of)
So, I have until the 1st March to get all of this achieved (and think of a tenth thing to do). It is not in list order but can be chosen at random and I have spoken to some friends who said they will help me out with some things on my list. I will of course blog about it too as what's the point in telling you about the list, if you never hear about it again? You might also notice that there is nothing of a romantic nature on the list. I have decided to stop looking for 'the one' and just wait for him to find me! Doesn't mean I will live like a Nun until that magical day, but I also won't actively search him out either. What will be will be and all that jazz!
So watch this space! This single lady is on a mission
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
The Ex Factor
So I went on my first date since officially rejoining the singles market and my god was it an eye opener!
For the sake of concealing his identity, we shall call him Mr G*Star. Now, ever the gentleman, Mr G*Star decided he would pass the buck of choosing what to do on our first date to me..... great! I don't know about you, but I hate going for food on a first date. It is awkward and if the date is going really badly you have no quick escape routes, as it would be rude to leave before dessert, which in my opinion is the best course. Cinemas also seem unacceptable as first date options as you are unable to get to know the person you are on the date with. I personally love cinema dates as if the date is going badly, you get to see a film and have something to make small talk about afterwards. After much deliberation I decided that we would go for a few drinks after work. I didn't mind which bar we drank at so I left it to him to decide on the location. Somehow he thought going to Mill Lane was the perfect choice. Now for most of you out there who don't know where I am referring to, Mill Lane is for the suit wearing banker types, who have more money than sense and like to act pretentious and splash the cash. In other words the complete opposite of me. When it comes to going to a bar, I prefer comfort over style every time. However, not wanting to discourage him I agreed. We ended up going to a bar called Kapu (or 'Cat Poo' as one of the guys in work called it), which had recently opened on Mill Lane. To my complete surprise, it wasn't as pretentious as it could have been and was actually quite quirky. I was slightly nervous because not only had I turned up 20 minutes late, after being stuck late in work, it was also the first date I had been on in a while.
So, armed with girly pink cocktails (which I totally gave him man points for joining me with), we grabbed a table outside as the weather was nice and I had been stuck indoors most of the day. Chatting with him to begin with was a little stunted, but I just put it down to nerves on both fronts and kept filling any silences with random chatter. I think one of the more memorable moments was when I asked him what kind of till they used in work.... not one of my finer conversation starters I will admit. After a few sips of the bright pink cocktail, my nerves settled and talking became easier.
We spoke about all sorts, from work to festivals to going abroad. However, I started to notice that something kept coming up in conversation... his ex. I can't recall how we got onto the conversation of wrists, but I have stupidly small wrists and took my casio watch off to visually demonstrate it, as the metal casing is set at my wrist size. Mr G*Star then subtly adds that his ex bought the watch he was wearing. So this first "ex" mention didn't raise any alarm bells. It was just a passing comment... or so I thought. The occasional mention of the dreaded ex is fine, but it didn't stop there! Topic after topic, the ex kept getting mentioned. I think in total I counted at least 10 times he brought her up. Don't get me wrong, I am all up for being honest about past loves and how they have affected you etc, as I am the first to admit I carry the metaphorical scars of past relationships. Personally I think it is third or fourth date territory, that the ex discussions can take place, but on a first date, MAJOR NO NO. I felt a little bit sorry for him as I don't even think he realised he was doing it.
So two cocktails later and I realised I needed to catch my train home or I would miss my connecting bus. A part of me was quite relieved to have the perfect reason to leave, as I had run out of conversation starters and I really didn't want to hear anymore about his ex. I left it on good terms proposing we do it again sometime. I didn't want to write it off just yet as I needed to think about whether it was worth giving him a second shot.
I rang Miss Koko for a post date breakdown and the more I told her about it, the more I realised that I really did not want a second date. It wasn't the fact that he isn't a nice guy, but it had totally put me off him. But the tricky part was telling him without coming across as a total bitch. I mean how do you tell a guy that the reason you are not keen to see him again is because he spoke about his ex too much? So I took the chickens way out and didn't tell him for a few days. Right now half of you out there are judging my cowardly stance and the other half are totally agreeing with me that they would have done the same. Judge away as I know I would if I was reading this.
The next day on lunch I told the girls all about it. They agreed with me that he had committed one of the ultimate first date faux pas and that he clearly still had ex issues. That was it, my mind was made up and I knew I had to end it before it was too late and a second date was arranged. So, the next morning, I facebooked him telling him that I didn't think it was a good idea we go on a second date, because I was the one who was not over my ex and did not want to hurt him in the long run. I guess part of that was true, I am not completely over the Toyboy and still miss hearing from him, but I also couldn't tell Mr G*Star the real reason, because it just seemed mean. Cut to Lunch time and I am telling the girls again about ending it and who should walk past, but Mr G*Star just as one of the girls loudly announces that I should have just told him the truth that he was the one who had put you off by talking about his ex repeatedly! Now, I do not know if he heard me and I pray to god he didn't as no one needs to hear that kind of truth, but to make an awkward situation even more awkward I waved and said hi. To say it was an awkward Turtle Moment was an understatement, especially when I explained to the girls who he was and the laughter that erupted!
One thing that I did learn from my disastrous date with Mr G*Star is that I do not think I am quite ready to start dating again. So I guess something good came out of the experience.
So fuck relationships and here's to being single! Well until the next guy walks by and catches my eye....
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
For the sake of concealing his identity, we shall call him Mr G*Star. Now, ever the gentleman, Mr G*Star decided he would pass the buck of choosing what to do on our first date to me..... great! I don't know about you, but I hate going for food on a first date. It is awkward and if the date is going really badly you have no quick escape routes, as it would be rude to leave before dessert, which in my opinion is the best course. Cinemas also seem unacceptable as first date options as you are unable to get to know the person you are on the date with. I personally love cinema dates as if the date is going badly, you get to see a film and have something to make small talk about afterwards. After much deliberation I decided that we would go for a few drinks after work. I didn't mind which bar we drank at so I left it to him to decide on the location. Somehow he thought going to Mill Lane was the perfect choice. Now for most of you out there who don't know where I am referring to, Mill Lane is for the suit wearing banker types, who have more money than sense and like to act pretentious and splash the cash. In other words the complete opposite of me. When it comes to going to a bar, I prefer comfort over style every time. However, not wanting to discourage him I agreed. We ended up going to a bar called Kapu (or 'Cat Poo' as one of the guys in work called it), which had recently opened on Mill Lane. To my complete surprise, it wasn't as pretentious as it could have been and was actually quite quirky. I was slightly nervous because not only had I turned up 20 minutes late, after being stuck late in work, it was also the first date I had been on in a while.
So, armed with girly pink cocktails (which I totally gave him man points for joining me with), we grabbed a table outside as the weather was nice and I had been stuck indoors most of the day. Chatting with him to begin with was a little stunted, but I just put it down to nerves on both fronts and kept filling any silences with random chatter. I think one of the more memorable moments was when I asked him what kind of till they used in work.... not one of my finer conversation starters I will admit. After a few sips of the bright pink cocktail, my nerves settled and talking became easier.
We spoke about all sorts, from work to festivals to going abroad. However, I started to notice that something kept coming up in conversation... his ex. I can't recall how we got onto the conversation of wrists, but I have stupidly small wrists and took my casio watch off to visually demonstrate it, as the metal casing is set at my wrist size. Mr G*Star then subtly adds that his ex bought the watch he was wearing. So this first "ex" mention didn't raise any alarm bells. It was just a passing comment... or so I thought. The occasional mention of the dreaded ex is fine, but it didn't stop there! Topic after topic, the ex kept getting mentioned. I think in total I counted at least 10 times he brought her up. Don't get me wrong, I am all up for being honest about past loves and how they have affected you etc, as I am the first to admit I carry the metaphorical scars of past relationships. Personally I think it is third or fourth date territory, that the ex discussions can take place, but on a first date, MAJOR NO NO. I felt a little bit sorry for him as I don't even think he realised he was doing it.
So two cocktails later and I realised I needed to catch my train home or I would miss my connecting bus. A part of me was quite relieved to have the perfect reason to leave, as I had run out of conversation starters and I really didn't want to hear anymore about his ex. I left it on good terms proposing we do it again sometime. I didn't want to write it off just yet as I needed to think about whether it was worth giving him a second shot.
I rang Miss Koko for a post date breakdown and the more I told her about it, the more I realised that I really did not want a second date. It wasn't the fact that he isn't a nice guy, but it had totally put me off him. But the tricky part was telling him without coming across as a total bitch. I mean how do you tell a guy that the reason you are not keen to see him again is because he spoke about his ex too much? So I took the chickens way out and didn't tell him for a few days. Right now half of you out there are judging my cowardly stance and the other half are totally agreeing with me that they would have done the same. Judge away as I know I would if I was reading this.
The next day on lunch I told the girls all about it. They agreed with me that he had committed one of the ultimate first date faux pas and that he clearly still had ex issues. That was it, my mind was made up and I knew I had to end it before it was too late and a second date was arranged. So, the next morning, I facebooked him telling him that I didn't think it was a good idea we go on a second date, because I was the one who was not over my ex and did not want to hurt him in the long run. I guess part of that was true, I am not completely over the Toyboy and still miss hearing from him, but I also couldn't tell Mr G*Star the real reason, because it just seemed mean. Cut to Lunch time and I am telling the girls again about ending it and who should walk past, but Mr G*Star just as one of the girls loudly announces that I should have just told him the truth that he was the one who had put you off by talking about his ex repeatedly! Now, I do not know if he heard me and I pray to god he didn't as no one needs to hear that kind of truth, but to make an awkward situation even more awkward I waved and said hi. To say it was an awkward Turtle Moment was an understatement, especially when I explained to the girls who he was and the laughter that erupted!
One thing that I did learn from my disastrous date with Mr G*Star is that I do not think I am quite ready to start dating again. So I guess something good came out of the experience.
So fuck relationships and here's to being single! Well until the next guy walks by and catches my eye....
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Baby if you could would you go back to the start?.......
......... Take any fresh steps or watch it all fall apart again?
So, the Toy Boy and me have split up. Why are you blogging about this I hear you ask? Well they say talking about things is theraputic and so I am going to blog as my rememdy. Plus it's my blog and I will blog if I want to.
I have sat about thinking for the last 2 days about everything that has happened. Like 95% of Women out there, I have thought about everything over and over in my head. I went through stages of anger and upset. Then came denial that he will turn around and say he made a mistake, but eventually reality set in and I realised that it is over and there is nothing I can do about it. I am done with fighting for us, as you are always going to lose when you are the only person trying. Don't get me wrong, most of the brief time myself and the Toy Boy were together it was really good. He got on really well with my friends and family, which is incredibly important to me. At the beginning, he would surprise me with emails of pieces of graphic art that he had designed for me whilst I slept, (he is a graphic design student, not some creepy weirdo) and when he went back home over Easter, surprised me when he came to stay with flowers and chocolates. It was very romantic of him and although I didn't say it at the time blew me away, as I had never been woo'd like that before. When he wanted to be he was the perfect boyfriend and I thought that maybe, just maybe I had got it right this time. He filled my head with ideas that we had a future. He told me he was willing to stay in Cardiff post-uni, in order for us to make a good go of it and he even got angry when I suggested at the start, before things got serious, that this was more of a brief fling until he moved back home. However, over time things changed and other issues started to affect us. I won't discuss these issues publically because it is not my place to talk about it, but those who know me know what I mean. It was like the giant elephant in the room and he liked to ignore it. And no it was not problems in the bedroom department if that is what you are thinking, he just had issues that he could not face and so it festered. I think I got to close to discovering the real him and it freaked him out. I have always been honest that I need complete honesty when in a relationship. Once he started to close off from me, I knew we were going to drift apart, but he kept telling me this is what he wanted and I believed him. Maybe I need to learn not to trust people at their word, but life would be very dull if you were cynical about everything that is said to you.
The thing I cannot get my head around, and maybe a wise person out there can explain it to this dizzy blonde, but he says he loves me so much and was surprised by his feelings, but that he has to walk away for my own good. Surely if you love someone as strongly as he has claimed, you do anything but walk away? Surely, if the feelings are THAT strong you fight for what you want? Maybe it is the deluded romantic inside me who sees the world through rose tinted glasses, but this is the one thing I am unable to get my head around.
But, unlike with the BFG, I have decided not to sit and dwell and scrutinise why this relationship failed, as then you get into some pretty dark and deep shit. Instead, I have decided to just get back out there. Find someone who isn't afraid of his feelings and will just be there for me. I am sure along the ride I will face more ups and downs than a badly designed rollar coaster, but surely that's part of the learning curve? There was a time where I would have sat and cried and become an emotional wreck, but enough is enough! Instead I am going to use my week off work to sort myself out and on Monday the 17th June, I start the next chapter in my life. I will be starting a new job as a paralegal in Cardiff and it seems the perfect timing to start over again.
I guess there is someone out there for everyone and I will always think of the Toy Boy with good memories. If he ever read this, I would want him to know that he is an amazing guy and once he sorts things out, he will make an amazing boyfriend to some lucky girl. He just needs to work on his self belief and once he has tackled this hurdle there will be no stopping him.
Oh well, here's to the future and future adventures, mishaps, drunken texts and many memories :)
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
So, the Toy Boy and me have split up. Why are you blogging about this I hear you ask? Well they say talking about things is theraputic and so I am going to blog as my rememdy. Plus it's my blog and I will blog if I want to.
I have sat about thinking for the last 2 days about everything that has happened. Like 95% of Women out there, I have thought about everything over and over in my head. I went through stages of anger and upset. Then came denial that he will turn around and say he made a mistake, but eventually reality set in and I realised that it is over and there is nothing I can do about it. I am done with fighting for us, as you are always going to lose when you are the only person trying. Don't get me wrong, most of the brief time myself and the Toy Boy were together it was really good. He got on really well with my friends and family, which is incredibly important to me. At the beginning, he would surprise me with emails of pieces of graphic art that he had designed for me whilst I slept, (he is a graphic design student, not some creepy weirdo) and when he went back home over Easter, surprised me when he came to stay with flowers and chocolates. It was very romantic of him and although I didn't say it at the time blew me away, as I had never been woo'd like that before. When he wanted to be he was the perfect boyfriend and I thought that maybe, just maybe I had got it right this time. He filled my head with ideas that we had a future. He told me he was willing to stay in Cardiff post-uni, in order for us to make a good go of it and he even got angry when I suggested at the start, before things got serious, that this was more of a brief fling until he moved back home. However, over time things changed and other issues started to affect us. I won't discuss these issues publically because it is not my place to talk about it, but those who know me know what I mean. It was like the giant elephant in the room and he liked to ignore it. And no it was not problems in the bedroom department if that is what you are thinking, he just had issues that he could not face and so it festered. I think I got to close to discovering the real him and it freaked him out. I have always been honest that I need complete honesty when in a relationship. Once he started to close off from me, I knew we were going to drift apart, but he kept telling me this is what he wanted and I believed him. Maybe I need to learn not to trust people at their word, but life would be very dull if you were cynical about everything that is said to you.
The thing I cannot get my head around, and maybe a wise person out there can explain it to this dizzy blonde, but he says he loves me so much and was surprised by his feelings, but that he has to walk away for my own good. Surely if you love someone as strongly as he has claimed, you do anything but walk away? Surely, if the feelings are THAT strong you fight for what you want? Maybe it is the deluded romantic inside me who sees the world through rose tinted glasses, but this is the one thing I am unable to get my head around.
But, unlike with the BFG, I have decided not to sit and dwell and scrutinise why this relationship failed, as then you get into some pretty dark and deep shit. Instead, I have decided to just get back out there. Find someone who isn't afraid of his feelings and will just be there for me. I am sure along the ride I will face more ups and downs than a badly designed rollar coaster, but surely that's part of the learning curve? There was a time where I would have sat and cried and become an emotional wreck, but enough is enough! Instead I am going to use my week off work to sort myself out and on Monday the 17th June, I start the next chapter in my life. I will be starting a new job as a paralegal in Cardiff and it seems the perfect timing to start over again.
I guess there is someone out there for everyone and I will always think of the Toy Boy with good memories. If he ever read this, I would want him to know that he is an amazing guy and once he sorts things out, he will make an amazing boyfriend to some lucky girl. He just needs to work on his self belief and once he has tackled this hurdle there will be no stopping him.
Oh well, here's to the future and future adventures, mishaps, drunken texts and many memories :)
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Post break up sex.... that helps you forget your ex!
So my friend Straight Edge (called so due to his Straight Edge lifestyle) has recently become single after splitting up from his fiancee of three and a half years. Now, there is nothing strange about people breaking up. This happens on a daily, if not hourly basis all around the world. However, what got me thinking is the way people react to a break up.
I have always been the type of girl to reach for her two favourite men, Mr Ben and Mr Jerry, get the girls round for a romantic film, usually the notebook, (which reaffirms that true love only happens in the movies) and bitch about what a bastard he was and the girls informing me of how they never really approved of him. A lot of snotty tissues and many tears cried later and I am ready to face the world again. Well, after rigorous amounts of make up is applied to help try and disguise my swollen, blotchy eyes and my spotty skin from all the junk food. However, Straight Edge has handled his break up too well and is already back on the dating scene. Now to me it is far too soon, but I guess everyone has their own way of coping with this. I am a great believer that there should be a period of mourning post relationship. Like when someone dies and everyone grieves for that person, I think a break up (well a long-term break up anyway) should be like that. I also believe it is more respectful to the other party, regardless of who finally said enough was enough, to give it a little bit of time before moving on to the next girl or boyfriend, otherwise it just makes it look like the relationship didn't mean anything in the first place. I think the longer the relationship, the more time should pass. I remember someone telling me before that the amount of time you should wait before moving on was was based on the length of time together. I can't remember exactly how it worked but for example, if you were together for 3 months then you should wait 3 weeks before moving on. My maths brain isn't switched on fully tonight as I blog but I think it was based on roughly a third of the time together. Anyway, I remember thinking at the time that it was quite a good theory.
But then again life's too short so why not make the most of it and this got me thinking about those people who rebound upon breaking up. I remember trying this when I split with the BFG but I was rubbish at it. I was hurting badly and wanted to do something to numb the pain and I just wanted to do something out of character for a change. I wanted to be wreckless and spontaneous, but I was truly awful at it as deep down I was not ready to move on. I remember the boys I lived with dragging me out for a night of dancing and faaar too much alcohol. My housemate Wallace (as he looks like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit when he smiles) thought it was hilarious to try and "set me up" with guys. He kept telling guys I was newly single and on the rebound. I remember being at the bar and Wallace was explaining to the hundredth guy about my situation and before I knew it me and this random stranger were talking. He wasn't really my type but he bought me a drink and small talk commenced. Then I noticed he had a sleeve and it was a pretty wicked sleeve at that. All down his arm he had the characters of Nightmare Before Christmas. Now as everyone knows by now I am a sucker for a tattoo'd guy, so this guy suddenly became more appealing and the more I drank, the more I thought I could give this whole rebounding thing a go. The copious amount of alcohol was giving me a false sense of bravado and I thought, fuck it! He has probably slept with most of Cardiff by now so if you can't beat 'em then join 'em. The end of the night came and Wallace invited him back to ours to continue the party. Apart from a kiss and a cuddle nothing more happened between us. I felt quite sorry for him in the morning when he tried to take it further and I ran to the bathroom to grab a shower before work. I just couldn't do it! It wasn't me. I couldn't fully rebound as I was still grieving for the relationship I had just come out of. But then I could just be in the minority with this view and people could be reading this and thinking what a fucking lightweight pussy!
But I could see the attraction. I guess it is the same with one night stands. You get a feeling of want and an attraction, even if it is only for a night that helps to boost your self esteem. I mean at the end of the day, we all feel validated knowing that someone out there finds us attractive right? I lived with a girl in my last year of uni, The Hussy, who got her validation through a string of one night stands. There was always a different guy coming and going from her bedroom and I remember one night, myself and Hobbit having to seek sanctuary in the livingroom after a particularly noisy conquest woke us both us. The perks of student living and thin walls I guess. When I asked her about why she could never settle down into a relationship she explained that it freaked her out. The thought of committing to one person was a lot harder for her than meaningless sex with lots of strangers.
I guess everyone is different and who am I to really judge how people react to breaking up. I just hope for his sake that Straight Edge isn't trying to mask his feelings after this break up by needing to get into a new relationship straight away as that is running away from the issue, rather than facing it head on.
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
I have always been the type of girl to reach for her two favourite men, Mr Ben and Mr Jerry, get the girls round for a romantic film, usually the notebook, (which reaffirms that true love only happens in the movies) and bitch about what a bastard he was and the girls informing me of how they never really approved of him. A lot of snotty tissues and many tears cried later and I am ready to face the world again. Well, after rigorous amounts of make up is applied to help try and disguise my swollen, blotchy eyes and my spotty skin from all the junk food. However, Straight Edge has handled his break up too well and is already back on the dating scene. Now to me it is far too soon, but I guess everyone has their own way of coping with this. I am a great believer that there should be a period of mourning post relationship. Like when someone dies and everyone grieves for that person, I think a break up (well a long-term break up anyway) should be like that. I also believe it is more respectful to the other party, regardless of who finally said enough was enough, to give it a little bit of time before moving on to the next girl or boyfriend, otherwise it just makes it look like the relationship didn't mean anything in the first place. I think the longer the relationship, the more time should pass. I remember someone telling me before that the amount of time you should wait before moving on was was based on the length of time together. I can't remember exactly how it worked but for example, if you were together for 3 months then you should wait 3 weeks before moving on. My maths brain isn't switched on fully tonight as I blog but I think it was based on roughly a third of the time together. Anyway, I remember thinking at the time that it was quite a good theory.
But then again life's too short so why not make the most of it and this got me thinking about those people who rebound upon breaking up. I remember trying this when I split with the BFG but I was rubbish at it. I was hurting badly and wanted to do something to numb the pain and I just wanted to do something out of character for a change. I wanted to be wreckless and spontaneous, but I was truly awful at it as deep down I was not ready to move on. I remember the boys I lived with dragging me out for a night of dancing and faaar too much alcohol. My housemate Wallace (as he looks like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit when he smiles) thought it was hilarious to try and "set me up" with guys. He kept telling guys I was newly single and on the rebound. I remember being at the bar and Wallace was explaining to the hundredth guy about my situation and before I knew it me and this random stranger were talking. He wasn't really my type but he bought me a drink and small talk commenced. Then I noticed he had a sleeve and it was a pretty wicked sleeve at that. All down his arm he had the characters of Nightmare Before Christmas. Now as everyone knows by now I am a sucker for a tattoo'd guy, so this guy suddenly became more appealing and the more I drank, the more I thought I could give this whole rebounding thing a go. The copious amount of alcohol was giving me a false sense of bravado and I thought, fuck it! He has probably slept with most of Cardiff by now so if you can't beat 'em then join 'em. The end of the night came and Wallace invited him back to ours to continue the party. Apart from a kiss and a cuddle nothing more happened between us. I felt quite sorry for him in the morning when he tried to take it further and I ran to the bathroom to grab a shower before work. I just couldn't do it! It wasn't me. I couldn't fully rebound as I was still grieving for the relationship I had just come out of. But then I could just be in the minority with this view and people could be reading this and thinking what a fucking lightweight pussy!
But I could see the attraction. I guess it is the same with one night stands. You get a feeling of want and an attraction, even if it is only for a night that helps to boost your self esteem. I mean at the end of the day, we all feel validated knowing that someone out there finds us attractive right? I lived with a girl in my last year of uni, The Hussy, who got her validation through a string of one night stands. There was always a different guy coming and going from her bedroom and I remember one night, myself and Hobbit having to seek sanctuary in the livingroom after a particularly noisy conquest woke us both us. The perks of student living and thin walls I guess. When I asked her about why she could never settle down into a relationship she explained that it freaked her out. The thought of committing to one person was a lot harder for her than meaningless sex with lots of strangers.
I guess everyone is different and who am I to really judge how people react to breaking up. I just hope for his sake that Straight Edge isn't trying to mask his feelings after this break up by needing to get into a new relationship straight away as that is running away from the issue, rather than facing it head on.
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
This is the dawning of the age of aquarius....
..... so the other night I did something drastic... I deleted my plenty of fish account. After having endured hilarious and sometimes damn right creepy conversations with men on there since August 2012, it began time to start a new chapter in my life. It was time to reel my line back in and place it in storage as I have finally met someone willing enough to put up with me on a long term basis and bagged myself a Toy Boy!
Now, those of you who know me will find this situation funny. I have always vowed that my next boyfriend would be older than me, have his own place and take care of me financially, but I guess in reality, men do not come with a check list. He has completely blind sided me and I just feel so alive with him. He makes me go all gooey inside and all the other romantic cliches you see in bad rom com movies.Maybe it is my barriers coming down in my old age but it has been a very long time since I have felt like this. Whilst in the past I may have thought these kind of feelings had resurfaced, I now know that they were just braxton hicks, getting me prepared for the time when I really and truly would feel utterly alive and back to the old me. I keep finding myself laughing at the simplest of thing or I will catch myself smiling thinking about something he has said or done. I know! I know! I am making myself feel a little sick by how romantically gooey I have become but I just can't help it. I blame the Toy Boy anyway. It's all his fault! But I'm glad of it at the same time.
Now whilst I am enjoying my rose tinted haze, I am completely aware that we are in the honeymoon stage of our relationship, where everything is sunshine, lollipops and blue skies , I am embracing this feeling and enjoying it nonetheless. One of the best things is that he gets on well with my family (although he loves a 'your mother' joke! He really does love the older ladies) and equally with the friends of mine he has met. He has even accepted with ease my close friendship with the Husband Larry, where other men in the past have not been able to accept it.
So for now I am enjoying the fun and flirty stage of our relationship. I am sure there will be crazy fights and passionate make up sessions to come (sorry, too much information I know, but I just couldn't help myself) but for now I guess we can only sit back and watch and see which path this whirlwind romance leads us down :)
I guess it is true what they say about having to kiss a few frogs before finding Prince Charming. So to all my single ladies out there, don't rush to be in a relationship, just sit back and relax and when you stop looking you will finally be able to see him. That's what happened with me anyway!
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Now, those of you who know me will find this situation funny. I have always vowed that my next boyfriend would be older than me, have his own place and take care of me financially, but I guess in reality, men do not come with a check list. He has completely blind sided me and I just feel so alive with him. He makes me go all gooey inside and all the other romantic cliches you see in bad rom com movies.Maybe it is my barriers coming down in my old age but it has been a very long time since I have felt like this. Whilst in the past I may have thought these kind of feelings had resurfaced, I now know that they were just braxton hicks, getting me prepared for the time when I really and truly would feel utterly alive and back to the old me. I keep finding myself laughing at the simplest of thing or I will catch myself smiling thinking about something he has said or done. I know! I know! I am making myself feel a little sick by how romantically gooey I have become but I just can't help it. I blame the Toy Boy anyway. It's all his fault! But I'm glad of it at the same time.
Now whilst I am enjoying my rose tinted haze, I am completely aware that we are in the honeymoon stage of our relationship, where everything is sunshine, lollipops and blue skies , I am embracing this feeling and enjoying it nonetheless. One of the best things is that he gets on well with my family (although he loves a 'your mother' joke! He really does love the older ladies) and equally with the friends of mine he has met. He has even accepted with ease my close friendship with the Husband Larry, where other men in the past have not been able to accept it.
So for now I am enjoying the fun and flirty stage of our relationship. I am sure there will be crazy fights and passionate make up sessions to come (sorry, too much information I know, but I just couldn't help myself) but for now I guess we can only sit back and watch and see which path this whirlwind romance leads us down :)
I guess it is true what they say about having to kiss a few frogs before finding Prince Charming. So to all my single ladies out there, don't rush to be in a relationship, just sit back and relax and when you stop looking you will finally be able to see him. That's what happened with me anyway!
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
You're so spexy....
... So recently I have started to notice that I am becoming more and more attracted to guys who wear glasses. There is no pattern to what the guy physically looks like, but the addition of glasses seems to get the blood pumping and the heart racing more than it used to. I first noticed this strange new attraction when I went to see the new Bond film - Sky Fall, with Larry. The actor who plays Q (Ben Whishaw) is not your typical heart throb, but I couldn't help but drool when he appeared on screen. Larry couldn't resist mocking me for my sudden lust for this man and claimed that the only reason I fancied him was because he wore glasses. LIES I announced! I fancy him because he is a hottie. So... when I got home I proceeded to do a very teenage girl thing and google imaged the actor to see more pictures of him in his sexy specs and to prove to Larry that he was wrong. Unfortunately, it seems he isn't a speccy in real life and my instant attraction to him faded very fast. It was the loss of the spectacles that lost this lady her lust and annoyingly proved Larry right. Yes Larry, I am admitting you were right, so print this off and frame it, as I will never admit it again.
Then last night I was having a girly catch up at Miss Koko's house and I told her the premise of my latest blog. To my surprise she said she agreed with me, (which is really shocking as most the time we don't agree on things when it comes to men.) She agreed that the addition of glasses on a man suddenly made him even hotter. She told me that her boyfriend doesn't like wearing his glasses, so sticks to his contact lenses when out and about, but she thinks that when he wears his glasses it makes him look super sexy as he looks really intelligent and smart in them. Hurrah! I am not alone in this speccy loving. I then told her how I felt the same about BeB. On our last date he changed from his contact lenses into his glasses to drive me home and although I find him attractive without his glasses on, when he put them on it was like a chorus of angels started singing and here was this even hotter guy standing before me. So naturally, we then got chatting about famous people in glasses and the first person we both said was Superman. As Clark Kent he is so much hotter, than when he is saving the world as Superman and the only difference, (apart from the spandex and cape) is the loss of his glasses. See...
Versus
Ok, so technically I could have found a picture of Dean Cain with his top on wearing glasses, but where would the fun be in that? He was probably the first bespectacled guy that most girls thought was worthy of being a poster on their bedroom walls or the beginning of a school girl crush at tea times, (as that is when I remember watching Superman on BBC 2 whilst eating dinner).
So after another google search (god bless google), it seems that glasses on men are becoming quite the fashion accessory. Images of Johnny Depp, Justin Timberlake and Brad Pitt, but to name a few, all popped up wearing glasses and looking H.O.T. However, images of George Bush, Heston Blumenthal and Kanye West also popped up with their glasses on and my theory failed. I was not attracted to them at all. In fact it grossed me out a bit and seemed to burst the glasses loving bubble momentarily. I reasoned that maybe it is due to the fact that I am not attracted to them without glasses on, so the addition of glasses did nothing for me, but whatever it was my feet stayed firmly on the ground. However, Women too seem to be wearing glasses more and more. Gone is the stereotyping of glasses as being geeky and a massive NO NO and enter the age where geek chic is in and even public "icons" (can't say she is one of mine), like Victoria Beckham are embracing the specs and even designing their own ranges. So it got me thinking about whether the reverse is true? Put a girl in a pair of glasses and does she become hotter? Instantly, the stereotypical slutty School Girl or Librarian look came to mind, where the women seductively perch the glasses on the end of their nose and maybe bites her lip and this seems to send men crazy. However, in reality, I am not sure the same can be said. Thinking of how I look in my glasses, I would say that it is not the hottest look. Whether I am in my massive geek chic glasses or my sensible "smarter" glasses, I think I just look the same but with less of a squint due to actually being able to see. I suppose it depends on the woman wearing the glasses as to whether she becomes hotter or not.
Now those sad people (like myself), who love watching the X Factor will have noticed that when it comes to the make overs before the live shows, glasses never appear on a contestant. For example, James Arthur this year entered the competition with some amazing overly large glasses, but cut to the live shows and they have never appeared on stage. Even Gary Barlow pointed out that he seemed to have lost a little of his identity due to the make over process. I can't say I fancy James Arthur as he reminds me of my brother, but he certainly looks better with his glasses on as it completes his quirkier look, so long live the glasses I say!!!!!
Now, I am sure I am not alone in this love of a bespectacled men and I am certainly going to embrace the four eyed look (being a glasses wearer myself I can say that without it being an insult). But how many of you out there are secret speccy lovers? I think it is time to speak out and be proud of this slightly quirky love! so shout it from the rooftops! I LIKE MEN WHO WEAR GLASSES! See doesn't it feel better admitting it out loud?
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Then last night I was having a girly catch up at Miss Koko's house and I told her the premise of my latest blog. To my surprise she said she agreed with me, (which is really shocking as most the time we don't agree on things when it comes to men.) She agreed that the addition of glasses on a man suddenly made him even hotter. She told me that her boyfriend doesn't like wearing his glasses, so sticks to his contact lenses when out and about, but she thinks that when he wears his glasses it makes him look super sexy as he looks really intelligent and smart in them. Hurrah! I am not alone in this speccy loving. I then told her how I felt the same about BeB. On our last date he changed from his contact lenses into his glasses to drive me home and although I find him attractive without his glasses on, when he put them on it was like a chorus of angels started singing and here was this even hotter guy standing before me. So naturally, we then got chatting about famous people in glasses and the first person we both said was Superman. As Clark Kent he is so much hotter, than when he is saving the world as Superman and the only difference, (apart from the spandex and cape) is the loss of his glasses. See...
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So after another google search (god bless google), it seems that glasses on men are becoming quite the fashion accessory. Images of Johnny Depp, Justin Timberlake and Brad Pitt, but to name a few, all popped up wearing glasses and looking H.O.T. However, images of George Bush, Heston Blumenthal and Kanye West also popped up with their glasses on and my theory failed. I was not attracted to them at all. In fact it grossed me out a bit and seemed to burst the glasses loving bubble momentarily. I reasoned that maybe it is due to the fact that I am not attracted to them without glasses on, so the addition of glasses did nothing for me, but whatever it was my feet stayed firmly on the ground. However, Women too seem to be wearing glasses more and more. Gone is the stereotyping of glasses as being geeky and a massive NO NO and enter the age where geek chic is in and even public "icons" (can't say she is one of mine), like Victoria Beckham are embracing the specs and even designing their own ranges. So it got me thinking about whether the reverse is true? Put a girl in a pair of glasses and does she become hotter? Instantly, the stereotypical slutty School Girl or Librarian look came to mind, where the women seductively perch the glasses on the end of their nose and maybe bites her lip and this seems to send men crazy. However, in reality, I am not sure the same can be said. Thinking of how I look in my glasses, I would say that it is not the hottest look. Whether I am in my massive geek chic glasses or my sensible "smarter" glasses, I think I just look the same but with less of a squint due to actually being able to see. I suppose it depends on the woman wearing the glasses as to whether she becomes hotter or not.
Now those sad people (like myself), who love watching the X Factor will have noticed that when it comes to the make overs before the live shows, glasses never appear on a contestant. For example, James Arthur this year entered the competition with some amazing overly large glasses, but cut to the live shows and they have never appeared on stage. Even Gary Barlow pointed out that he seemed to have lost a little of his identity due to the make over process. I can't say I fancy James Arthur as he reminds me of my brother, but he certainly looks better with his glasses on as it completes his quirkier look, so long live the glasses I say!!!!!
Now, I am sure I am not alone in this love of a bespectacled men and I am certainly going to embrace the four eyed look (being a glasses wearer myself I can say that without it being an insult). But how many of you out there are secret speccy lovers? I think it is time to speak out and be proud of this slightly quirky love! so shout it from the rooftops! I LIKE MEN WHO WEAR GLASSES! See doesn't it feel better admitting it out loud?
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Introducing Millie Rose
So, last Sunday I finally won the war with the Mother and got to finally finish the transformation into a crazy cat lady by becoming a Mum to a 7 week old Kitten. I already had the rocking chair and I can knit a basic stitch, but all that was missing was the kitty.
Now anyone who follows me on Twitter (@rndmquirkygirl) is probably sick to death of hearing about Millie. From the moment I knew I was getting her, pictures have been tweeted and status updates have spammed everyone's news feeds. I promise that once the novelty has worn off, so will the over-tweeting. But in her defence she is freaking cute. She is a little shit when hyper or attacking myself or the laptop, but when all sleepy and cwtchy, she is the cutest kitten ever. (I know I am bias, but when you see her pics you will agree too. She has even won people over who are more dog people than cat people).
So... here is Millie Rose
She can be very timid when she wants to be, but a nightmare when hyper. Although at night she properly snuggles up to you... until she wants to play and then there is no rest for the wicked. I feel like a zombie due to the lack of sleep when she wakes at 5am and wants to attack everything. By 6am she falls back to sleep, whilst I am wide awake. It is what I imagine having to do night feeds for new borns is like. We also have a 7 year old cat Poppy, who is finding it hard to adjust with the menace that is Millie. I could watch the two of them interact for hours, as it is very amusing watching a tiny kitten try and attack a grown female cat. Over time I am sure they will be fine together, but right now there is still a little tension between them.
Right I have to cut this blog short as Millie has just woken up and decided to attack my dress and the laptop as she is not getting my full attention. I predict she is going to be a little diva cat!!!
Peace out
Random Quirky Girl x
Now anyone who follows me on Twitter (@rndmquirkygirl) is probably sick to death of hearing about Millie. From the moment I knew I was getting her, pictures have been tweeted and status updates have spammed everyone's news feeds. I promise that once the novelty has worn off, so will the over-tweeting. But in her defence she is freaking cute. She is a little shit when hyper or attacking myself or the laptop, but when all sleepy and cwtchy, she is the cutest kitten ever. (I know I am bias, but when you see her pics you will agree too. She has even won people over who are more dog people than cat people).
So... here is Millie Rose
She can be very timid when she wants to be, but a nightmare when hyper. Although at night she properly snuggles up to you... until she wants to play and then there is no rest for the wicked. I feel like a zombie due to the lack of sleep when she wakes at 5am and wants to attack everything. By 6am she falls back to sleep, whilst I am wide awake. It is what I imagine having to do night feeds for new borns is like. We also have a 7 year old cat Poppy, who is finding it hard to adjust with the menace that is Millie. I could watch the two of them interact for hours, as it is very amusing watching a tiny kitten try and attack a grown female cat. Over time I am sure they will be fine together, but right now there is still a little tension between them.
Right I have to cut this blog short as Millie has just woken up and decided to attack my dress and the laptop as she is not getting my full attention. I predict she is going to be a little diva cat!!!
Peace out
Random Quirky Girl x
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Dating Little Boy Blue
So, I have been on two dates with Blue Eye Boy (BeB) and thought a blog was due. Now, normally I am not cautious when blogging, as I know the guy won't end up reading it, so I can't really offend him. With BeB it is different as he knows about my blog and has also read some of the entries. He also knows I will be blogging about him and on the surface he is fine with it. So, with that in mind, I better not be too critical of him or there might not be a third date. He will only text me anyway telling me I am an "asshat". (Apparently this is an insult :S I had never heard of it before and even when he explained it to me, it didn't make sense. But I have been called a lot worse in the past, so I won't complain too much).
So it was decided for our first date that we would go for a few cocktails in Cardiff and get to know one another a little better. BeB thought it would be a fun idea to keep the venue a surprise. Now, like a lot of people out there, I hate surprises. So I asked for a clue to the bar we were going to. I got the clue "the name uses alliteration". Time to get into detective mode. I adopted my Sherlock Holmes hat and magnifying glass in hand I entered 'Bars in Cardiff' into google search and a website popped up with a list of every bar in the Cardiff area. Well that was easier than I thought! Starting alphabetically, I worked my way through the list, sending my guesses to him. However, none of them were right. Cue my puzzled face and onset wrinkles as I pondered over what it could be. Then, as I was falling asleep that night "Pica Pica" came to mind and as it turned out, this night premonition proved to be the location of our first date. I was relieved to find out where we were going just to make sure I dressed appropriately. There is nothing worse than walking into a nice place and looking very out of place. So we met at Cardiff Central.. and he was late. Considering I had to travel into Cardiff and he was already in Cardiff, you think he would have been on time! (Although in fairness I missed the first train by a minute so might have been 20 minutes late myself.... but still, you should never keep a lady waiting). So we wondered over to Pica Pica and straight away the banter started. He was instantly easy to be around. As we arrived at Pica Pica we had a minute to spare before happy hour cocktails ended. So we took advantage of this and ordered two cocktails - a dirty sanchez and a french martini - quite girly looking in a cosmo glass. (http://www.picapicacardiff.com/index2.html for the full menu). Now like a gentleman, BeB paid for the drinks. Normally, the mini feminist in me would have objected to his paying for them, but she was surprisingly quiet and just let him do it. She must have been having an off day or something as normally there is no stopping her, or maybe I am just mellowing in my old age. So we grabbed a table and got chatting. It was just so effortless with him. We spoke about everything and anything. Even him being homeless (sorry had to include it as it still makes me laugh). He isn't really homeless. He just had to move back home whilst the paperwork on his flat is being completed. But I was a very nice date and offered to lend him my super cool Cath Kidston stripey teepee tent so he would be a stylish hobo, but he declined. I think it was the fact that the flag got stolen in Reading Festival 2010 that stopped him going for it :( sad times. Anyway, I digress. So it was decided another round was in order before I had to head home. I got to choose again and this time I ordered a Zombie, just because it sounded cool. This time I went up to pay, but he stopped me and went over to charm the bar lady into making us more cocktails. I was getting quite tipsy at this point, so I was quite conscious about going from tipsy to drunk as I am a bit of a light weight. Also I don't think it is makes a very good impression being drunk on a first date... unless the date is horrific and it is the only way to get through it. However, the date was going well and I wanted to remember it. Then the Zombie happened! I do not know what it was about this drink, but walking back to the train station, I realised I was quite drunk. Maybe it was mixing all the different spirits, but this one was destroying my tipsy state, so much so that I had the worst headache on the way home and I swear the train was spinning at one point. Either that or BeB slipped something into my drink ... he has the potential to be shifty like that. Anyway, it was time for me to head home and BeB walked me back to the station. After a brief hug, I zig zagged back to the train platform. Before we parted he asked me for a second date and I told him he had to read my blog to find out my answer. Now we all know that I am a pretty rubbish blogger for posting, so the next day I put him out of his misery and agreed to a second date.
So, the second date was pretty similar to that of Skater Boy and we went to the cinema. Now, you would have thought I would have learnt from my mistakes and chosen the film this time, but yet again I let the man decide. However, this time I was crafty and booked our tickets in advance (mainly so I could pay for them :D, the feminist was more switched on this time). So we made our way to Cineworld to see the film "Looper" and in fairness it was a pretty good film. Although, there was a bit where a hobo came out of the long grass and I was weak with laughter for about 15 minutes, which made BeB sulk like a little girl. Men can be so funny about being laughed at for being a hobo. Anyway, I did my usual cinema test and waited to see if he would make a move. Beforehand, he had joked that he would do the yawn and lean move on me during the film. Sadly, he wussed out and didn't do it (although it would have probably set me off laughing again at the sheer cheesiness of the move, so maybe it was a good thing). However, he did make a move. About half way through the movie he started to fidget and the next thing I knew, his hand had rested on my arm, which led to holding hands and him playing with my friendship bracelet on my wrist (which broke today after 2 and a half years on my wrist, so I am totally blaming him for weakening it). It may sound really teenage and gooey, but that gesture was much more romantic than if he had gone in for a grand gesture. It is the little things that count I think. After the movie we decided to head down the Bay to the Red Dragon Centre for a game of pool and air hockey before he dropped me home. (This was another small gesture that meant a lot as dropping me home was just adding to his already long journey back to Ebbw Vale). He beat me at pool, but I whooped his ass at air hockey, so I left feeling a bit smug. On the drive home the chatter continued and he pointed out his old and new flat down the Bay and it was all just so relaxed. Now, I am not the best person when it comes to directions and I had warned him I would probably end up getting us lost on the way home, but when it came down to it, it was the route home from Chepstow, so I knew it pretty well from window gazing when Mum drove home. However, BeB didn't believe me and actually got his iPhone 5 out and double checked. This did not impress me as it was just drive straight like I kept saying. Man points were deducted for that! So after getting home with my faultless directions, we pulled up outside mine and shared a cheeky goodbye kiss. However, it was a bit hurried as what he didn't know was that I was busting for the loo, so it must have seemed like I was running away straight after the kiss, but it was either leave or pee myself and I knew which one I could live with more. However, I walked/ran through the door with a massive smile on my face and after a quick loo stop had an inquisition from my Mum and Moo about my date.
So we have been texting again now for the past week and a preliminary third date has been set for this Saturday. However, things have seemed a little weird between us since the second date. I can't really explain why, but there is this weird vibe when we text, but that could just be me reading into something that isn't there. So this third date, I suppose will determine whether there is something actually there or not. I quite like him, but there is still that insecure little voice at the back of my mind warning me not to get hurt by another guy. Although, after reading this I might find myself back in the sea with all the other fish. Then I won't have to worry about anything apart from turning into a crazy cat lady. (This is not far off as I have a rocking chair, I can knit (kind of) and I get my kitten Millie on Sunday so the dream could be a reality soon :p )
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
So it was decided for our first date that we would go for a few cocktails in Cardiff and get to know one another a little better. BeB thought it would be a fun idea to keep the venue a surprise. Now, like a lot of people out there, I hate surprises. So I asked for a clue to the bar we were going to. I got the clue "the name uses alliteration". Time to get into detective mode. I adopted my Sherlock Holmes hat and magnifying glass in hand I entered 'Bars in Cardiff' into google search and a website popped up with a list of every bar in the Cardiff area. Well that was easier than I thought! Starting alphabetically, I worked my way through the list, sending my guesses to him. However, none of them were right. Cue my puzzled face and onset wrinkles as I pondered over what it could be. Then, as I was falling asleep that night "Pica Pica" came to mind and as it turned out, this night premonition proved to be the location of our first date. I was relieved to find out where we were going just to make sure I dressed appropriately. There is nothing worse than walking into a nice place and looking very out of place. So we met at Cardiff Central.. and he was late. Considering I had to travel into Cardiff and he was already in Cardiff, you think he would have been on time! (Although in fairness I missed the first train by a minute so might have been 20 minutes late myself.... but still, you should never keep a lady waiting). So we wondered over to Pica Pica and straight away the banter started. He was instantly easy to be around. As we arrived at Pica Pica we had a minute to spare before happy hour cocktails ended. So we took advantage of this and ordered two cocktails - a dirty sanchez and a french martini - quite girly looking in a cosmo glass. (http://www.picapicacardiff.com/index2.html for the full menu). Now like a gentleman, BeB paid for the drinks. Normally, the mini feminist in me would have objected to his paying for them, but she was surprisingly quiet and just let him do it. She must have been having an off day or something as normally there is no stopping her, or maybe I am just mellowing in my old age. So we grabbed a table and got chatting. It was just so effortless with him. We spoke about everything and anything. Even him being homeless (sorry had to include it as it still makes me laugh). He isn't really homeless. He just had to move back home whilst the paperwork on his flat is being completed. But I was a very nice date and offered to lend him my super cool Cath Kidston stripey teepee tent so he would be a stylish hobo, but he declined. I think it was the fact that the flag got stolen in Reading Festival 2010 that stopped him going for it :( sad times. Anyway, I digress. So it was decided another round was in order before I had to head home. I got to choose again and this time I ordered a Zombie, just because it sounded cool. This time I went up to pay, but he stopped me and went over to charm the bar lady into making us more cocktails. I was getting quite tipsy at this point, so I was quite conscious about going from tipsy to drunk as I am a bit of a light weight. Also I don't think it is makes a very good impression being drunk on a first date... unless the date is horrific and it is the only way to get through it. However, the date was going well and I wanted to remember it. Then the Zombie happened! I do not know what it was about this drink, but walking back to the train station, I realised I was quite drunk. Maybe it was mixing all the different spirits, but this one was destroying my tipsy state, so much so that I had the worst headache on the way home and I swear the train was spinning at one point. Either that or BeB slipped something into my drink ... he has the potential to be shifty like that. Anyway, it was time for me to head home and BeB walked me back to the station. After a brief hug, I zig zagged back to the train platform. Before we parted he asked me for a second date and I told him he had to read my blog to find out my answer. Now we all know that I am a pretty rubbish blogger for posting, so the next day I put him out of his misery and agreed to a second date.
So, the second date was pretty similar to that of Skater Boy and we went to the cinema. Now, you would have thought I would have learnt from my mistakes and chosen the film this time, but yet again I let the man decide. However, this time I was crafty and booked our tickets in advance (mainly so I could pay for them :D, the feminist was more switched on this time). So we made our way to Cineworld to see the film "Looper" and in fairness it was a pretty good film. Although, there was a bit where a hobo came out of the long grass and I was weak with laughter for about 15 minutes, which made BeB sulk like a little girl. Men can be so funny about being laughed at for being a hobo. Anyway, I did my usual cinema test and waited to see if he would make a move. Beforehand, he had joked that he would do the yawn and lean move on me during the film. Sadly, he wussed out and didn't do it (although it would have probably set me off laughing again at the sheer cheesiness of the move, so maybe it was a good thing). However, he did make a move. About half way through the movie he started to fidget and the next thing I knew, his hand had rested on my arm, which led to holding hands and him playing with my friendship bracelet on my wrist (which broke today after 2 and a half years on my wrist, so I am totally blaming him for weakening it). It may sound really teenage and gooey, but that gesture was much more romantic than if he had gone in for a grand gesture. It is the little things that count I think. After the movie we decided to head down the Bay to the Red Dragon Centre for a game of pool and air hockey before he dropped me home. (This was another small gesture that meant a lot as dropping me home was just adding to his already long journey back to Ebbw Vale). He beat me at pool, but I whooped his ass at air hockey, so I left feeling a bit smug. On the drive home the chatter continued and he pointed out his old and new flat down the Bay and it was all just so relaxed. Now, I am not the best person when it comes to directions and I had warned him I would probably end up getting us lost on the way home, but when it came down to it, it was the route home from Chepstow, so I knew it pretty well from window gazing when Mum drove home. However, BeB didn't believe me and actually got his iPhone 5 out and double checked. This did not impress me as it was just drive straight like I kept saying. Man points were deducted for that! So after getting home with my faultless directions, we pulled up outside mine and shared a cheeky goodbye kiss. However, it was a bit hurried as what he didn't know was that I was busting for the loo, so it must have seemed like I was running away straight after the kiss, but it was either leave or pee myself and I knew which one I could live with more. However, I walked/ran through the door with a massive smile on my face and after a quick loo stop had an inquisition from my Mum and Moo about my date.
So we have been texting again now for the past week and a preliminary third date has been set for this Saturday. However, things have seemed a little weird between us since the second date. I can't really explain why, but there is this weird vibe when we text, but that could just be me reading into something that isn't there. So this third date, I suppose will determine whether there is something actually there or not. I quite like him, but there is still that insecure little voice at the back of my mind warning me not to get hurt by another guy. Although, after reading this I might find myself back in the sea with all the other fish. Then I won't have to worry about anything apart from turning into a crazy cat lady. (This is not far off as I have a rocking chair, I can knit (kind of) and I get my kitten Millie on Sunday so the dream could be a reality soon :p )
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Saturday, 29 September 2012
He was a Sk8er Boi, she said see you later boy...
Now Skater Boy and I got chatting to on Hot or Not. I have been a member of this site since I was 17, as me and Miss Koko thought it would be an interesting social experiment to see if a slutty profile (mine) or an innocent profile (hers) would get the most hits and attention. Even back in school we were too curious for our own good! Anyway that is another story...
So since deciding to see what online dating is like, I re-en stated my account to check out what the people were like on there. I updated the photos and the about me and waited to see if anyone was interested. Within the first 24 hours me and Skater Boy got chatting. I think we were chatting non-stop until 5am, although I didn't notice the time until an email came through on my phone and I noticed the time on that. It was crazy. Although I think the two cups of coffee I had drunk after 3pm, was one of the reasons I was so wide awake. I had never felt such an ease or an instant connection with a guy like I had with him. I was actually excited the next night to chat to him. So the next night came and went and so did the non-stop chatter. So I bit the bullet and messaged him my number. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it just felt right. Then came the waiting for him to text and my god did he make me wait. It wasn't until the evening of the next day that I got a message from him. I thought he wasn't interested in me, so had put him to the back of my mind, but I was super excited when I received his text. Now like stated in the song, we couldn't be more different. He is still a full on skater boy in looks and lifestyle. And I am more quirky and girly with my fashion sense. He is into cars, skating and hanging out at his friends houses until the early morning and I like shopping, reading and going for coffee with friends. However, despite our differences there was something about him. Well, they do say opposites attract after all. So after a few weeks of texting back and for and getting to know each other more, we arranged our first date.
So, for our first date we arranged to meet in my hometown and go for a walk and a chat. I was quite nervous in the morning as we weren't meeting until the afternoon, so I took the opportunity to make the most of the morning to get ready and make myself look pretty, well not Barbie pretty, but scruffy me pretty. We arranged to meet on the sea front, as it was a pretty easy location for him to find. I left the house early and I was going to call in on Miss Koko in work, for some a last minute pep talk, but I ended up bumping into Skater Boy instead. He had gotten off the bus at the wrong stop and was aimlessly walking around hoping to bump into me. I also got a bbm from Miss Koko saying she had seen him walk past the shop and he didn't seem bad looking from what she saw. God bless technology and your best friend rating the guy before you have even met him. So we went on this epic walk to the beach and all around the town. We talked about anything and everything and it was easy being in his company. So after he left, I went round Miss Koko's for a girly post-date gossip. I was quite excited for our second date :)
So a week later our second date was confirmed. We decided on a cinema date after I finished work. We had been texting all day and he had very gallantly told me he was paying for our entire date. Now I am not the type of girl to have a guy pay for the entire date. I always believe in 50/50 or I'll pay for it all. I can be a stubborn feminist when I want to be o:) But I do like it when a guy offers. If nothing else it shows he is not tight with his money. However, in the end, I gave my feminist half a night off and I let him pay for the cinema tickets. Apparently, male pride gets very dented if you don't let a man pay. My only condition to him paying, was that he also had to pick the film. This was a way of stopping us standing there for ages trying to decide. He opted for 'Total Recall'. BAD CHOICE! The film was awful! It should have been renamed "Total Crap". So we chose our seats and settled down to wait for the film to start. I know I shouldn't, but whenever I am in the cinema I can't help but put my feet up on the seats if no one is sitting in front of me. So I was sitting there, feet up and waiting for the film to start, when Skater Boy turns to me and points out that I have very small feet. Now, I might not be the tallest of girls, but I have size 6 feet, so I like to think that that is a standard girl shoe size. It is certainly the shoe size that sells out fastest in shops. However, I was starting to see a pattern developing, as on our first date we were walking and he suddenly comes out with, "you're quite short aren't you". I am 5ft 4!!!! Not that tall, but not that short either. His charm technique really needs to be worked on :P So back to the terrible film. It was dull and boring and at one point I was tempted to sneak in a cheeky nap, but he caught me. Although he thought I was crying, not attempting to have a snooze. I admitted the film was terrible and he did say we could leave. But I was determined to see this film out. Plus I was curious to see if he would make a move. I'm afraid to say he didn't. Not even the old stretch and yawn technique. I was quite disappointed. When the film finished I had to head for the train home, so we walked to the station together. My train didn't come in for another 15 minutes so we sat on the station platform chatting some more. When it was time to say goodbye, we hugged and departed. Still no attempt to make a move on me. Now I know it can work both ways, but I am an old fashioned girl in that respect and think the guy should make the first move. Even if it was just hand holding walking back to the station, it would have been something. Now Skater Boy is quite shy, so I wasn't expecting to be swept off my feet, like the women in old black and white films, but I did kind of expect a quick peck on the lips. I think it was at that point I realised the initial spark was starting to fizzle out.
We continued to text for a few more weeks, but the spark seemed to be there less and less. He is an amazing guy and will treat any lady like a Princess, of that I am sure, but we were just not suited in the end. We have said we will stay friends and I hope we do, as he is such a nice guy and can easily make me laugh, but just not my Prince Charming to sweep this Princess off her feet :P
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
So since deciding to see what online dating is like, I re-en stated my account to check out what the people were like on there. I updated the photos and the about me and waited to see if anyone was interested. Within the first 24 hours me and Skater Boy got chatting. I think we were chatting non-stop until 5am, although I didn't notice the time until an email came through on my phone and I noticed the time on that. It was crazy. Although I think the two cups of coffee I had drunk after 3pm, was one of the reasons I was so wide awake. I had never felt such an ease or an instant connection with a guy like I had with him. I was actually excited the next night to chat to him. So the next night came and went and so did the non-stop chatter. So I bit the bullet and messaged him my number. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it just felt right. Then came the waiting for him to text and my god did he make me wait. It wasn't until the evening of the next day that I got a message from him. I thought he wasn't interested in me, so had put him to the back of my mind, but I was super excited when I received his text. Now like stated in the song, we couldn't be more different. He is still a full on skater boy in looks and lifestyle. And I am more quirky and girly with my fashion sense. He is into cars, skating and hanging out at his friends houses until the early morning and I like shopping, reading and going for coffee with friends. However, despite our differences there was something about him. Well, they do say opposites attract after all. So after a few weeks of texting back and for and getting to know each other more, we arranged our first date.
So, for our first date we arranged to meet in my hometown and go for a walk and a chat. I was quite nervous in the morning as we weren't meeting until the afternoon, so I took the opportunity to make the most of the morning to get ready and make myself look pretty, well not Barbie pretty, but scruffy me pretty. We arranged to meet on the sea front, as it was a pretty easy location for him to find. I left the house early and I was going to call in on Miss Koko in work, for some a last minute pep talk, but I ended up bumping into Skater Boy instead. He had gotten off the bus at the wrong stop and was aimlessly walking around hoping to bump into me. I also got a bbm from Miss Koko saying she had seen him walk past the shop and he didn't seem bad looking from what she saw. God bless technology and your best friend rating the guy before you have even met him. So we went on this epic walk to the beach and all around the town. We talked about anything and everything and it was easy being in his company. So after he left, I went round Miss Koko's for a girly post-date gossip. I was quite excited for our second date :)
So a week later our second date was confirmed. We decided on a cinema date after I finished work. We had been texting all day and he had very gallantly told me he was paying for our entire date. Now I am not the type of girl to have a guy pay for the entire date. I always believe in 50/50 or I'll pay for it all. I can be a stubborn feminist when I want to be o:) But I do like it when a guy offers. If nothing else it shows he is not tight with his money. However, in the end, I gave my feminist half a night off and I let him pay for the cinema tickets. Apparently, male pride gets very dented if you don't let a man pay. My only condition to him paying, was that he also had to pick the film. This was a way of stopping us standing there for ages trying to decide. He opted for 'Total Recall'. BAD CHOICE! The film was awful! It should have been renamed "Total Crap". So we chose our seats and settled down to wait for the film to start. I know I shouldn't, but whenever I am in the cinema I can't help but put my feet up on the seats if no one is sitting in front of me. So I was sitting there, feet up and waiting for the film to start, when Skater Boy turns to me and points out that I have very small feet. Now, I might not be the tallest of girls, but I have size 6 feet, so I like to think that that is a standard girl shoe size. It is certainly the shoe size that sells out fastest in shops. However, I was starting to see a pattern developing, as on our first date we were walking and he suddenly comes out with, "you're quite short aren't you". I am 5ft 4!!!! Not that tall, but not that short either. His charm technique really needs to be worked on :P So back to the terrible film. It was dull and boring and at one point I was tempted to sneak in a cheeky nap, but he caught me. Although he thought I was crying, not attempting to have a snooze. I admitted the film was terrible and he did say we could leave. But I was determined to see this film out. Plus I was curious to see if he would make a move. I'm afraid to say he didn't. Not even the old stretch and yawn technique. I was quite disappointed. When the film finished I had to head for the train home, so we walked to the station together. My train didn't come in for another 15 minutes so we sat on the station platform chatting some more. When it was time to say goodbye, we hugged and departed. Still no attempt to make a move on me. Now I know it can work both ways, but I am an old fashioned girl in that respect and think the guy should make the first move. Even if it was just hand holding walking back to the station, it would have been something. Now Skater Boy is quite shy, so I wasn't expecting to be swept off my feet, like the women in old black and white films, but I did kind of expect a quick peck on the lips. I think it was at that point I realised the initial spark was starting to fizzle out.
We continued to text for a few more weeks, but the spark seemed to be there less and less. He is an amazing guy and will treat any lady like a Princess, of that I am sure, but we were just not suited in the end. We have said we will stay friends and I hope we do, as he is such a nice guy and can easily make me laugh, but just not my Prince Charming to sweep this Princess off her feet :P
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
The Story so far...
..... So I have been internet dating now for roughly two months and what a roller coaster it is becoming!
From BDSM and threesome invites, to men going off on one even before the date has even been set, it is certainly an eye opener into the world of internet dating.
Now internet dating seems to have quite a bad reputation in people's minds, as being a place to basically arrange sex with strangers.And whilst I have had some sexual offers suggested to me, the majority of men on there seem to genuinely be looking to date and eventually get into a relationship with someone. If you tell someone you are signed up to a dating website, you get a sort of 'poor thing' look from them. It is like you have exhausted attempting to date in the real world and you are now resorting to finding someone to date using the virtual realm. Some crazy cat lady spinster, who is so unlucky in love she has to resort to dating webistes like a sad act. However, more and more people are meeting through internet sites and lasting longer than those who haven't. If you think about it though, how is it that different from meeting someone on a night out? You are both strangers, but after chatting for a while you exchange numbers and then hope they text you the next day. Well with internet dating you get to know someone, exchange numbers and then arrange a date. Only difference is you're going in slightly blind to who they are. Although social networking websites reveal a lot about a person before you meet them. Sometimes can work to the potential dates disadvantage.I never add someone to my personal facebook account until a date is on the cards. It is doing marvels to my twitter account though! My followers are gradually going up. Anything to plug this blog I suppose :P
I was thinking the other day, (very dangerous now I am blonde), that internet dating is like an interview process. The dating profile is like you CV. After initially judging the person on their picture, (which, lets face it, looks are the first thing that will attract you to someone), you scroll down to read about them. After weighing up whether the profile appeals to you, you will either send a message to them, or will have received a message from them. Then after a few messages back and for, sussing them out, (the interview process), you will decide whether to commit to a date or not (securing the job). Maybe it is just me who can see the comparisons. Wouldn't be the first time I've thought something that no one else has agreed with o:) My friend Computer Geek proved my theory about the importance of a good profile though. I made a bet with him that, if he could get 5 girls to contact him, he would have to buy me a My Little Pony. A few weeks after we made the bet, he had only 2 people message him. I couldn't understand why he was getting such a low response rate. Then I saw his profile! His pictures were allof him with a pint in his hand, making him look like an alcoholic and his description was him waffling on about unimportant things.So after a few tweaks to his profile and making his description less boring, he is now getting a lot more messages and even a few phone numbers. RESULT! And I got a pink My Little Pony toy with rainbow hair :D I called her Princess Sparkle.
Whilst I have spoken to a lot of guys on there, only two have progressed to the phone number stage with me: Skater Boy and Blue Eyed Boy. I went on two dates with Skater Boy and whilst he is one of the good guys out there, it just didn't work out, (there is a blog about this to follow). Blue Eyed Boy on the other hand has me intrigued. He is funny, feisty and good looking and we are going to go on our first date hopefully this Sunday. Also, Miss Koko has stalked his facebook page and cannot find anything bad about him either. It is weird, that even though we haven't met, there seems to be a spark between us that I haven't felt with anyone, since the BFG. He just seems to get me. It could all be an act of course, but my highly built defences seem to have dropped loads where he is concerned and, as my friends can vouch, this is a pretty big thing to happen to me. I have become fond of the defence I built up and for it to have been lowered so easily, with someone I have yet to meet is scary. Alike with Skater Boy, I have been able to be my complete self when conversing with Blue Eyed Boy. And so far the crazy hasn't scared him off. Lets just hope that we hit it off in reality, or it will be back to the drawing board and a massive glass of wine and a watching of Bridget Jones's Diary to remind me that spinsters can find love too.
So, for anyone thinking about online dating but unsure about it, I think you should go for it! You have nothing to lose and if nothing else you will have great stories of terrible dates and amusing messages from people to share with friends over a glass of wine. You also get to chat to and potentially meet some great guys and have fun going on dates. Or if they do not appeal to you, you just don't reply to their messages. However, always make sure you are safe when going on blind dates. I keep joking with Blue Eyed Boy that I am going to bring mace and a rape alarm on our date. But in reality, it is a pretty smart idea just in case :P
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
From BDSM and threesome invites, to men going off on one even before the date has even been set, it is certainly an eye opener into the world of internet dating.
Now internet dating seems to have quite a bad reputation in people's minds, as being a place to basically arrange sex with strangers.And whilst I have had some sexual offers suggested to me, the majority of men on there seem to genuinely be looking to date and eventually get into a relationship with someone. If you tell someone you are signed up to a dating website, you get a sort of 'poor thing' look from them. It is like you have exhausted attempting to date in the real world and you are now resorting to finding someone to date using the virtual realm. Some crazy cat lady spinster, who is so unlucky in love she has to resort to dating webistes like a sad act. However, more and more people are meeting through internet sites and lasting longer than those who haven't. If you think about it though, how is it that different from meeting someone on a night out? You are both strangers, but after chatting for a while you exchange numbers and then hope they text you the next day. Well with internet dating you get to know someone, exchange numbers and then arrange a date. Only difference is you're going in slightly blind to who they are. Although social networking websites reveal a lot about a person before you meet them. Sometimes can work to the potential dates disadvantage.I never add someone to my personal facebook account until a date is on the cards. It is doing marvels to my twitter account though! My followers are gradually going up. Anything to plug this blog I suppose :P
I was thinking the other day, (very dangerous now I am blonde), that internet dating is like an interview process. The dating profile is like you CV. After initially judging the person on their picture, (which, lets face it, looks are the first thing that will attract you to someone), you scroll down to read about them. After weighing up whether the profile appeals to you, you will either send a message to them, or will have received a message from them. Then after a few messages back and for, sussing them out, (the interview process), you will decide whether to commit to a date or not (securing the job). Maybe it is just me who can see the comparisons. Wouldn't be the first time I've thought something that no one else has agreed with o:) My friend Computer Geek proved my theory about the importance of a good profile though. I made a bet with him that, if he could get 5 girls to contact him, he would have to buy me a My Little Pony. A few weeks after we made the bet, he had only 2 people message him. I couldn't understand why he was getting such a low response rate. Then I saw his profile! His pictures were allof him with a pint in his hand, making him look like an alcoholic and his description was him waffling on about unimportant things.So after a few tweaks to his profile and making his description less boring, he is now getting a lot more messages and even a few phone numbers. RESULT! And I got a pink My Little Pony toy with rainbow hair :D I called her Princess Sparkle.
Whilst I have spoken to a lot of guys on there, only two have progressed to the phone number stage with me: Skater Boy and Blue Eyed Boy. I went on two dates with Skater Boy and whilst he is one of the good guys out there, it just didn't work out, (there is a blog about this to follow). Blue Eyed Boy on the other hand has me intrigued. He is funny, feisty and good looking and we are going to go on our first date hopefully this Sunday. Also, Miss Koko has stalked his facebook page and cannot find anything bad about him either. It is weird, that even though we haven't met, there seems to be a spark between us that I haven't felt with anyone, since the BFG. He just seems to get me. It could all be an act of course, but my highly built defences seem to have dropped loads where he is concerned and, as my friends can vouch, this is a pretty big thing to happen to me. I have become fond of the defence I built up and for it to have been lowered so easily, with someone I have yet to meet is scary. Alike with Skater Boy, I have been able to be my complete self when conversing with Blue Eyed Boy. And so far the crazy hasn't scared him off. Lets just hope that we hit it off in reality, or it will be back to the drawing board and a massive glass of wine and a watching of Bridget Jones's Diary to remind me that spinsters can find love too.
So, for anyone thinking about online dating but unsure about it, I think you should go for it! You have nothing to lose and if nothing else you will have great stories of terrible dates and amusing messages from people to share with friends over a glass of wine. You also get to chat to and potentially meet some great guys and have fun going on dates. Or if they do not appeal to you, you just don't reply to their messages. However, always make sure you are safe when going on blind dates. I keep joking with Blue Eyed Boy that I am going to bring mace and a rape alarm on our date. But in reality, it is a pretty smart idea just in case :P
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
Monday, 10 September 2012
Someone has been taking 50 Shades of Grey too seriously...
Now for anyone who has used Plenty of Fish, the general consensus seems to be that it is just a sex site. Whilst this can be the case for some people, (I have been asked to join in in two threesomes, two dominatrix have asked to "corrupt" me and one guy told me last night that I need to invest in a helmet, as he is going to put me through the headboard), there are some genuinely amazing guys on there too. So don't be put off by the odd guy pushing his luck to see if you will sleep with him. I have spoken to some amazing guys and I feel they need to be defended, as they are on there for genuine romantic reasons, rather than a quick 'how's your father' and you will never hear from them again.
However, when looking at guys profiles on the site, quite a few are buying into the 50 shades character 'Christian Grey', using it as their profile names, occupations and even putting it in their 'about me'. Now I have read the 50 Shades trilogy and I can't say I was overly impressed with them. The sex scenes were ridiculous and by the third book I just skipped them as they started to get boring. It was like I was becoming desensitised to the "kinky" sex scenes and wishing the writer would just get on with the story, rather than padding out the book with yet another sex scene. Speaking to some of my friends who have also read the books, they tended to agree with me. Whilst the character of Christian Grey can seem appealing to a woman, I mean he is described as being incredibly good looking and rich to boot - he is just that, a fictional character in a book. But men seem to be under the impression that these books have inspired women to be sexual deviants. Whilst there may have been an increase in women looking into a bdsm kind of lifestyle after reading the books, I still think these women are in the minority and rather than the majority.
However, when looking at guys profiles on the site, quite a few are buying into the 50 shades character 'Christian Grey', using it as their profile names, occupations and even putting it in their 'about me'. Now I have read the 50 Shades trilogy and I can't say I was overly impressed with them. The sex scenes were ridiculous and by the third book I just skipped them as they started to get boring. It was like I was becoming desensitised to the "kinky" sex scenes and wishing the writer would just get on with the story, rather than padding out the book with yet another sex scene. Speaking to some of my friends who have also read the books, they tended to agree with me. Whilst the character of Christian Grey can seem appealing to a woman, I mean he is described as being incredibly good looking and rich to boot - he is just that, a fictional character in a book. But men seem to be under the impression that these books have inspired women to be sexual deviants. Whilst there may have been an increase in women looking into a bdsm kind of lifestyle after reading the books, I still think these women are in the minority and rather than the majority.
So the first dom to message me was really polite about it. He asked me if I had ever thought of getting into a bdsm relationship and answered my questions about how he got started in that lifestyle. He didn't badger me when I rejected his offer and was just very polite. I'm sure it is a different matter in the bedroom though :P
The second dom was a little more persistant. He said he wanted to corrupt me as I looked like a good girl and it would be amazing to spank me. I decided again to question him and have a bit of fun at the same time. NOT in that way, just by being a little bit cheeky and sarcastic with my responses. Here is an extract of some of our messages:
The second dom was a little more persistant. He said he wanted to corrupt me as I looked like a good girl and it would be amazing to spank me. I decided again to question him and have a bit of fun at the same time. NOT in that way, just by being a little bit cheeky and sarcastic with my responses. Here is an extract of some of our messages:
Me: So how does this sub/ dom thing normally work
then? x
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| Dom: It intrigues you? I would ld be discreet. Don't be shy x | ||
Me: Not really, but in order to get the full
picture of the kind of thing you are into it would be rude not to ask x
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Dom: Ha true. I'm not some crazy kinky nut job. I'm easy going and laid back. Good fun, but I do have some kinks, I like the idea of corrupting someone like yourself, discreetly of course. Do as I say behind closed doors, although any boundaries and no go areas would be discussed prior to any "play". Google bdsm. X |
Me: Do I look like I need corrupting then? x
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Dom: Perhaps, you may think you don't but you're probably a little naive. I have experience, would love to open your eyes to the potential excitement the lifestyle brings. It wouldn't be full on btw, I lead a busy life and have other interests, I'm just kinky x |
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Me: Well if I ever decide to open my eyes to the world of bdsm then I will be sure to let you know x |
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Dom: I would love to train and corrupt you, turn you into a bad girl. Are you a good girl? .... |
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I'd
treat you well, but also punish you. Spanking you would be delicious x
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Me: yeah but I bruise really easily so this
wouldn't work out well for me x
Ok so the formatting isn't aligning properly, but you get the jist. More messages were exchanged but unfortunately, our conversations have now stopped as I wouldn't give him my number. It always amused me getting a new message from him though. I never knew what he would come out with next. I don't think I would make a very good sub though, as I hate being told what to do and as far as I can tell that is the whole point of being a submissive. So I won't be playing the Ana Steele to his Christian Grey scenario. But I am sure there are women out there who will do, so I doubt he will be playing alone for long...
Peace Out
Random Quirky Girl x
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