Thursday, July 29, 2004

Why Won't Men Admit When They're At Fault?

So BG wants to talk about why men can't admit when they're in the wrong..............…………

My experiences of men when arguing is that most of the argument, and sometimes all of it, is driven by the need for the man to believe he is right, even when he is in the wrong. This makes arguing with men exhausting and frustrating because the women on the end of it KNOW that the men are in the wrong, yet are made to feel in the wrong or uncertain about what they believe. Men probably came to have so much power in the world via this uncanny trick.

Yesterday I had an unbelievably difficult and ridiculous client on the phone and without going into the details, he had clearly not taken the time to ensure that what he was booking was what he had booked. It was clearly his fault yet he berated me the first time for 20 minutes, the second time for 10 minutes, after which he hung up the phone on me. When I called him back like the smart arse that I am, he berated me for another 10 minutes. His sole purpose was to talk as loudly and as rudely as possible in an effort to force me to believe he was right. Only for the fact that he was a client, I would have laughed him out of town.

Men like to hear the sound of their own voice. Men like to win at everything even when there isn’t a competition and there isn't a prize. This means that in general, men struggle to admit when they are in the wrong, because there is something far bigger at stake; pride.

They say that pride comes before a fall, and when it comes to arguing, boy do men fall. Even when they think that they have won an argument, it is a hollow victory, because they have bullied and bulldozed their point across despite deep down knowing that they are very clearly in the wrong.

Has anybody noticed that when a man is in the wrong, the more at fault they are, the louder and more forcefully they talk? Don't they realise that they are actually digging a bigger hole for themselves, because as well as whatever they were initially at fault for, they now also have their ridiculous behavior and their treatment of you to add on to the list.

When it comes to the apologies though, has anybody noticed either the absence of one from men, or suddenly how low their voices become? They almost sound like teenage boys with their voices breaking!
I think that many men are brought up believing that all men rule the world and that they are essentially right. Men are generally crap at communication anyway (How many times have you heard women say, 'If only he would communicate!' and men shout, 'She won't stop bloody communicating'?), so it is no great surprise that men fail to communicate when they are in the wrong, and fail to communicate how sorry they are.

When women point out that a man is at fault it is taken as accusatory and nagging. When a man points out that a woman is at fault he is making a point that supports his argument. I think that as soon as men hear certain tones or words, many of which he will have picked up in his childhood, he mentally shuts down and becomes defensive.

Men are already up against it in the modern world. Back in the dark ages of 40 years ago and beyond when women did not have the power or rights that they have now, there wasn't any room for argument because the man was always right. It was just the way of the world. He didn't have to admit that he was at fault about anything because he paid the bills, kept life in order and generally ran the show. The woman kept house, kept pregnant, and kept quiet, because a woman's work was in the home, and the woman's duty was to serve her man.

In theory, because women have evolved since then and now work and are attempting to command similar salaries, juggle children and careers, and trying to coexist on an equal level with our male counterparts, men should be different and have adapted. Wrong.

Men are still communicating and co-existing with women in pretty much the same way that they always have. Oh, there are some men out there who are 'New men' but I think most men are essentially the same man that we have always had, and just play the game to keep the peace in our politically correct world.

Remember that we are animals and have a natural instinct to survive. The man in an argument situation always resorts to his basic, primal instincts, and most of this he has learned on his way up in life, probably from his father.

When men won’t admit that they are at fault and continue to argue with you, they aren't just battling with you. If they are arguing with a woman, they are arguing for every woman they've argued with (mothers, sisters, exes, peers), and if they are arguing with men, (fathers, brothers, peers) and will have to prove their strength. Either way, it's a battle to prove that they are 'The Man'.


Will they ever change? I doubt it. You can't change the habit of a lifetime, but you there are certain things you can do to help yourself if you're a woman telling a man that he is at fault:

1. Don't raise your voice to levels that dogs can hear. A mans balls will shrivel and you become the enemy, and you don't look so attractive anymore.
2. I know it's difficult but try not to cry. All it does is reaffirm his 'man' status and a weird signal goes off in their brain which convinces him you're crying because you're in the wrong. They also see it as manipulative and weak, even when it's not.
3. Stick to facts and steer clear of going on about your emotions and how he has made you feel. Men don't do sympathy during arguments. Afterwards when they feel safe that they have won they will. Which brings me to my next point……..
4. Ease yourself as quickly out of the argument with a pleasant look on your face if he's refusing to give in. He'll still be thinking he's in the right until he's greeted by frostbite in the bedroom. ......




Thursday Agro

Had a lovely evening with the girls last night where at times I was crying with laughter so hard I thought I’d fall off my seat! One of my male colleagues calls us Bitches & Witches. It’s not bitching or gossiping if it’s the truth……..

I was really surprised that it took almost 4 hours before we got onto the subject of sex!

So, how was my day? Shite, annoying and stressful. I wondered briefly if I have masculine characteristics, because a female client bent the ear off me on the phone, and I started to think that she sounded like a nagging wife…….. My head hurt after speaking to her several times. I feel awful for saying it though so I’ll slap myself on the hand. Girl power! Boo hoo……

I had a heart to heart chat with my boss as I’m feeling a little uneasy with my role, which is probably down to me having my mid-life crisis over turing 27. You start thinking, ‘Shit! What the fuck have I done and where the fuck am I going?’

I asked my boss not to blow smoke up my arse and he didn’t, but I do feel a lot better and at least have a clearer picture.

I found myself eavesdropping on 2 women discussing the psalms for one of their weddings when I was on the tube on my way home. God knows why, and when I realised what I was doing I mentally called myself a pathetic cow…………and then continued to eavesdrop.

I think I secretly crave to be a bride, yet when I was engaged I wasn’t exactly breaking my neck to plan a wedding. That reminds me, I really must sell that bloody ring! The conversation was technically quite boring yet for some reason I was riveted and the smug bride-to-be knew it because she kept looking at me. So being the true bitch I can be, I gave her a really hard glare, and proceeded to stare right through her. Then I felt like a real bitch, so I gave a weak smile. That’d be the hormones!

Right, I'm starving after all of this writing. I didn't forget to write about why men are at fault !

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

My Birthday

Well I'm officially 27 and it's been a shocker of a day at work.

I had this prick of a client hang up the phone on me today, so I called him back and said, 'Oh I'm sorry, we must have got cut off!', to which he replied, 'No I hung up on you' and then he proceeded to waffle on about something that he was completely at fault for. I did get a satisfaction out of calling him back though. Men! All he wanted to do was hear the sound of his own voice. He tried to constantly talk over me and he went on, and on, and on about the same thing. His poor wife!

I had to have a stern conversation with the guy I 'manage' and fortunately my hormones didn't make me go absolutely mad.

What has been made clear today is that:

1) Men cannot multi-task
2) Men don't know when to admit when they are at fault
3) Men don't like when you point out what their faults are
4) If women ran the world it would be a far better place

I had planned to have a nice, stress free birthday but so far work has been a bag of shite.

On the upside, I'm heading out with the girls for Thai and karaoke which is already putting me in a very good mood. I've had lots of birthday greetings and a few presents, so it hasn't been a bad day altogether! I'm loved!

I did get a bunch of flowers and chocolates sent to work, but they were from my mums boyfriend. Damn! I thought I had a secret admirer! (joke!)

Must run as I need to fix myself up.......

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Ready, Steady, Vomit

This morning I was on the Victoria line heading for work, engrossed in my book as I leaned against the window by the seats. I tend to take this spot if there are no seats available as I don't like to stand in the aisle having to hold onto those horrid poles covered in germs. It seems that this was my saving grace this morning......

I heard a loud collective gasp as we were pulling into Euston station and turned and saw lots of horrified faces, a bald headed man with vomit all over his scalp, lap and seat, and what appeared to be some pisshead bloke grasping the rails overhead, who was very clearly the vomiter. He actually vomited another couple of times or so but didn't actually make an attempt to move or even wipe his mouth. Saliva and vomit dripped from his mouth with no shame, onto his feet and the lap of the man in front.

In his vomit fit, he had also managed to vomit all over a woman's hands (both of them) and shower quite a few people with the contents of his stomach. The strange thing was that the man who had been vomited on looked completely stunned and absolutely mortified. The woman just kept looking at her hands out stretched in front of her. In my mind my thoughts went something like this:

'Yes luv. That is somebody else's projectile vomit that you are looking at all over your hands. God if that was me I would never use my hands again! Shit, I couldn't do that! I'd have to bleach them or something! How awful to have vomit all over your head? I wonder if he got any on his face? Yeuch, yeuch, yeuch! He looks so shocked. I wonder if he's going to lose his temper..... The guy (the vomiter) looks like he's either pissed out of his face or on crack or something. The state of him. Looking all funked out in the homeboy tracksuit but I don' t think his pals would want to see him like this. Wait till I tell the others this at work!..............' and so on.

 
Don't get me wrong. Sometimes you have to vomit. It's how you handle it. At 8.45am I think you know when you're going to vomit. Even if you didn't, once you vomited all over some poor, innocent man, you'd make an attempt to shift your arse off the tube and out of harms way. (and the passengers) Shit, you might even, oh no, apologise! Instead, this gimp just hangs like a friggin orangutan off the railings continuing to vomit and in between takes, dripping all over the poor man.

True to form my hormones let me down in this Candid Camera moment. My natural instinct is to spontaneously vomit if I smell someone else's vomit so I knew that only a small window of time to make a run to the next carriage. Unfortunately I am one of these people that sometimes reacts the opposite of how I'm supposed to or plan to. My period exasperates this habit!

Well, greeted with the sight of all the vomit and the all of the startled, disgusted faces, I said probably a little too loudly, 'Shit. I'm getting the fuck off this carriage!' and then I got an uncontrollable urge to start giggling. (The plan was to exit quietly)

By the time I got to the next carriage, people must have thought I was mad as I was shaking with laughter! It seems that other people followed after me as I saw them all making a run for it and I also watched people wiping vomit off their clothes with their bare hands on the platform. I shudder at the thought of doing that to myself.

I told all of my colleagues when I got to work and they were all in stiches laughing but completely horrified.

Back to me..........

I spent last night tossing and turning and I have had cramps all bloody day. It seems like this is the week when everything wants to go wrong at work. My clients must have said, 'Oh, she has her period. Let's cancel ads, or not get copy in on time, or just be pains in her backside for the hell of it.'

My patience is at nil so when the guy I 'manage' couldn't seem to answer a simple question, I lost my temper in fustration and then I had to apologise for being a cow.

I possibly have an ear infection to boot which is just marvelous! I spent an hour and a half at the doctors straight after work, but I did manage to immerse myself in all the celeb gossip in Heat magazine.

It's my birthday tomorrow. My cards and presents from my mum and brothers have already arrived and are sitting on my desk at work unopened. (They arrived last week and I haven't had a chance to take the home along with the bra and top I left behind the previous week, and the jug I used to bring a smoothie in last week.) Actually, I'd better chuck out that jug!

I love presents. My other brother (the 25 year old) called me asking what I want for my birthday and I didn't have a clue. He's good at presents though so I'm not worried!

When I wake up in the morning I'll be 27. Hmmmmmm.........

Oh, my mate has sorted everything out with the text dumper. I have mixed feelings but love her and support her, but I've told her if he puts a foot out of place I'll bust his nuts with a baseball bat.............

Monday, July 26, 2004

Time of the Month

My period has arrived almost a week early and I feel like the bitch from hell. As usual all manner of things go wrong when Aunt Flow comes to town.

I'm being mentored by a more senior guy at work as part of my career development and I was supposed to go on my first client meeting with him this morning. I was looking good in a nice pair of trousers and a suit jacket, and I wasn't looking to busty!

Anyway, we're only in the bloody taxi when they realise that there has been a cock up and we have the wrong information for the client! Naturally it takes me, the woman, to point out that it would be futile to go to a meeting with another company's research, so we had to get out of the taxi. We then pissed about for 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do, when personally I would have just made the taxi turn around and go back to the office. Finally after a couple of phonecalls, I was made to walk in my heels back to the office.

I felt compelled to grit my teeth and do the walk as I didn't want to sound like a dizzy cow that couldn't take a bit of walking with the boys.......

My period arrived shortly after my return to the office. I thought that I had imagined the lower back pain and dull ache in my stomach, but no, I hadn't. There is no other way to put this, but I was f*cking livid! My mood sank like a lead weight and as soon as it arrived I was plagued with cramps and the sensation of nausea. Whoopi doo! (Note the hormonal sarcasm)

I should have known it was due when I found myself getting easily aggravated by this idiot man on the tube that shoved me to squeeze into the tiny gap between me and the tube wall. I said to him, 'Oh I'm sorry. I forgot that I can just disappear into thin air!' and gave him one of my filthiest looks. I remember thinking that I had been unnecessarily bitchy and then I looked at the little pipsqueak and the guilt quickly disappeared. (Note the hormonal aggression)

The rest of the day has been spent day dreaming about chocolate (I had half a Kinder Surprise egg), rubbing my stomach, drinking lots of tea to feel comforted, and restraining the urge to be a bitch. It is not easy!

I always find that the guys at work seem to have a sixth sense for when a woman is on her period because they become their most irritating. Today I have restrained myself, but tomorrow, on day 2 of the menstrual cycle when it tends to be even worse, this could be difficult!

I am no doubt going to have a night of tossing and turning in bed like the woman in the sanitary towel adverts because apparently this is what happens during the time of the month due to hormones. Lovely. Tomorrow I will be bloated, cramped, moody AND tired!

Cass left today and so I have my place back to myself. It was lovely to see her even though she was at the hospital a lot but it will be nice to have my bed back to myself and not be woken up by someone talking in their sleep!

I think I am having a mid life crisis. I woke up this morning and thought, "Shit! I'm 27 in two days! What the hell have I got to show for it?!"

When it rains, it really pours. I must be careful not to make any rash decisions in my hormonal state!

My stomach is completely gassed up. Being a woman is bloody hard sometimes. It's at moments like this, when I briefly think that I should be a man. Life would be a breeze! Or would it?

 


Sunday, July 25, 2004

Meet the Best Mate

It's been pretty chilled for the remainder of the weekend after my hectic Friday night.

I went to meet my friend Cass at the hospital last night so that I could meet her boyfriend and he seems very sweet and charming, despite having had quite a serious operation. It was a bit difficult to get to know him though as he speaks Italian and only knows how to say 'thank you' in English. He seems very besotted with Cass and even made a few references to marriage, which is quite exciting as you know I love being a bridesmaid!

The meeting of each others boyfriends is very much like the man being introduced to the parents. We're from a close-knit group of friends and we'd like to think that if one of us had made a dubious choice that we'd point it out. And trust me they did with the previous dickheads that I went out with!

They have only been together 9 months though and my friend is a cynic like me, so I imagine that she will take a bit more time before she makes a commitment like that. Whilst it is quite exciting, it probably would mean that she would be living in Italy permanently but we haven't lived in the same country for 4 years so I'm just being an arse!

Hopefully the next time I see him he will be speaking English as it's difficult to get to know someone when they are being translated for.

On the plus side he is very good looking so she's definitely scored there and the babies would be gorgeous!

Still, I do get the sense that another one of my comrades may be biting the dust as they cross over into marriage-dom......

In fact, I suspect that now that I am fast approaching the big 27, which is bringing me ever closer to the big 30, that this will be very common now.  It's only natural though. I'm at that stage in my life I guess.

When we were getting the tube back last night this couple got on and the man was a bit worse for wear after far too many drinks. Cass and I were waffling on when I noticed that the man was nuzzling his girlfriends breasts. On a couple of occasions he sort of buried his nose in there, shaking his head like a dog who is scavenging. True to form I felt the giggles coming on and Cass pinched me to keep me quiet. Then the guy made a swipe/grab at her crotch and I had to cover my face to hide the tears of laughter. I stopped laughing when I realised that they were getting off at my station. Last thing I need is to get my head kicked in!

I watched Starsky & Hutch on DVD today and I really didn't find it that funny. I'm a big Ben Stiller fan as he was in one of my all time favourite films, 'Meet the Parents', so I was disappointed. I always find that when a film gets hyped up I tend not to end up liking it.

That reminds me. I really must try and get to the cinema this week to watch 'Fahrenheit 911'. Then I will finally make up my mind about Michael Moore.

Right, I'm off to iron my clothes for work tomorrow in an effort to be organised!

Saturday, July 24, 2004

Booby Trap

Beautiful weather is back in London today although with this summers track record I won't get too used to it yet. I went for a walk up the high street in my stapless top as a salute to the fantastic weather but found myself tugging the top up every few minutes as my boobs seemed to keep pushing the top down! I think I need to go and get measured up for a bra again as they seem to have grown or developed a life of their own. I'll let the shop assistant determine which one it is....

I spent last night at a party with my work colleagues, and my friend Cass that's visiting came to meet us later in the evening. We seriously tore up the dancefloor for a few hours but we did admit that whilst we could still shake it with the best of them, it absolutely wrecks us for a couple of days! I remember when we used to go out 5 nights a week and go to work without it bothering us at all. How far we have come, eh?

My boobs were being a right pain in the arse last night as well, because both of the tops I brought into work to change into made me look very busty and this wasn't the case when I bought them.  I started out wearing a yellow top but my friend Mark (the best male friend) pointed out that I kept fidgeting with the top and maybe it was best to change. So I switched to a peach number before we left for the club, and it pushed my boobs together like a wonderbra.

I went to the bar at one point and this cheeky barman starts being all melodramatic and swooning and fanning himself. He then grabbed a load of napkins and sort of showered me like a magician would with doves. Mortified springs to mind and people at the bar were looking at me.

They are just boobs. Why do men go gaga over the bloody things? Mind you, I don't help things by wearing things that cause them to be doing their own show! Still, there are very few men that I know that don't love breasts. My friends and I refer to one guy we know as 'Ole Titty Eyes' because he always gets a look at the boobs - sometimes he is discreet, other times he doesn't even hide it, but we're onto him!

I always find it really funny that if you get a group of people dancing they automatically get into a circle on the dance floor. We were doing it last night and anonymous guys were joining in via pressing themselves against us and trying to bump and grind us without even saying hello. Men!

One of my friends had a cheeky snog with some bloke that she'd been bumping and grinding with and I must admit that whilst I wouldn't be into doing that myself, I admire her for just getting down with it and grabbing what she wants. Admittedly though, alcohol helps to aid situations like this, although I think I have come out of that phase of having snogs with random blokes on nights out. My friend is a few years younger so she'll probably be saying the same thing as me in a few years.

I have bought no new clothes since I returned from NYC. I'm very pleased with myself.

I haven't even come remotely close to joining that bloody gym but I have been very busy. On the upside, I have done situps everyday and I haven't had a chocolate bar for a week. I did however polish off nearly an entire bag of Haribo Starmix while I was watching TV earlier. Dear oh dear....

I'm not that bothered really though because life would be seriously crap if I spent it eating things I hate just to stay stick thin. I like my new bum although my boobs could do with settling down now!

Right I am going to chill out for a bit and decide what me and Cass are going to do this evening.


Friday, July 23, 2004

Sarcoidosis chat

Yesterday I spoke more about my illness  sarcoidosis.  than I have in ages. I rarely talk about it anymore, not because I have an aversion to talking about it, I just think I've gotten used to it. 

I had lunch with my best male friend yesterday (we'll call him Mark) and he thinks that I shouldn't call it a disease, even though it is, because it sounds horrible. I've found that he's not the only one to do this. My mum took months before she would digest the information never mind accept it and when she did she didn't sleep for a couple of days!  I told him that if I can say it and accept it, then surely he can? I made him say that I have a disease a couple of times and he looked uncomfortable, but I think he's got the message. It's only because he cares though!

My mate Cass arrived finally last night. She had been visiting her boyfriend in hospital all day so she got to me later than planned. I had to fill her in on the whole illness thing and she looked a bit shocked. I thought I had given her all the details but it seems I hadn't!

I had a horrid moment last night when I suddenly realised that it was possible that I had forgotten to take my steroids. I genuinely couldn't remember if I had or I hadn't because I've gotten so used to taking them that I don't think about it when I do it. I finally took them in the end but I felt a bit funny going to sleep and absolutely ravenous this morning!

Just polished off a sausage roll which was a bit naughty! Although I haven't had a chocolate bar all week so they should offset it a bit!

My friend who got dumped by text has spoken to the offender. Seems he's grown some balls and they're going to meet up next week for a chat. She has my full support no matter what she chooses to do but I still think he's a wanker!

I have to run. I've been trying to get this finished at work for ages!




Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Countdown to 27

One week to go until my birthday. It would be great if I had a man for it, but this is unlikely to happen so I won't hold my breath. Since I was about 15, I have only had 2 birthdays sans boyfriend - My 26th and now my 27th. I don't mind really. I dont' have any overwhelming fond memories of previous birthdays with a boyfriend so what's to miss? Still, it would be nice to romanced on my birthday.

Almost 14 months of being single and whilst I love my life, I suddenly miss the companionship that a relationship brings. What I need is to go on a few dates and the urge will pass!

One of my friends thinks that we should just be like single men we know, and sleep around but this holds no attraction for me. I barely get together the energy for work these days without turning into a one-woman shaggerthon! Soulless, meaningless sex with someone I barely know is not on the menu. Even if I did meet someone now, I'd have to get to know them first.

I feel like today has been really long despite spending almost all of it in a training session. Whilst it was interesting to learn about negotiation skills, I do get very fidgety in these sessions, and after lunch the first hour is a write-off because lunch makes me feel sleepy!

The men in my training session were quite funny. They didn't seem to like to admit that they didn't understand something and struggled to give straight answers. They seeemed to love long-winded explanations that stripped me of my will to live.

I spent the evening at a market research session and any ideas of meeting any potential suitors quickly ended because it was 100% women. Great for a lesbian, not so bloody great for me....

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Exposure

Well as usual I’ve managed to show myself up and this time it was on a client meeting. Luckily I managed to ‘gather’ myself together. I was in the middle of chatting away to my client when I felt my shirt button go pop(!!!) and I just knew that my shirt was open way too much and I was doing a great display of boob and cleavage! My saving grace was that I had on a suit jacket but that only just about disguised it.
 
I spent the next few minutes attempting to close back the button without looking whilst also trying not to let him see it and keep the conversation going! Naturally my bloody fingers and the button refused to co-operate. At first it just wouldn’t close and then when it did it popped back open within seconds. My client was looking at me the whole time and didn’t stop talking. I couldn’t tell if he noticed but I must have looked odd playing with my chest! Finally my shirt stayed closed and the boob exposure was over.
 
It took about 90 minutes to get to my client by train this morning and I actually fell asleep for an hour. I think I go out of bed on the wrong side this morning because I felt like I’d hardly slept even though I had. On the way back I crashed out for 30 mins. Thank God I wasn’t at work! I love out of office meetings! 
 
My friend Cass is coming to stay on Thursday for 4 days so I did my tidy this evening as I'm not around tomorrow. I feel tired again after vacuuming, sorting laundry and making the place presentable.
 
I saw man with really long finger nails today and it was horrible. Guys, if your nails are longer than the average womans nails, they are too long! I pity the woman in that mans life! She probably suffers from urinary tract infections (UTI's) and kidney infections. It's just not hygienic. Women are conscious of their nails and where they go and nails are still difficult to maintain because they snag and accumulate grime. A man with long nails like Freddy Krueger is just a liability. For the future man in my life, long nails are a major no no and an immediate fail.
 
My friend that got dumped via text message is actually coping really well but I do worry for her. She's a natural born survivor though and I know she'll come through this. Her ex is fortunate that she's very stable and not the bunny boiler type. I do feel infuriated with the insensitivity and unfairness of it all. I am amazed at how her ex has switched to this cold, dispassionate.....wanker. I think that anybody who can be begging to meet your family one week and hob nobbing with them, having you round for a romantic meal, and then the next day dumping you by text is not only a wanker, but insincere.
 
I haven't used the word 'wanker' in years but I feel it's so appropriate for him.
 
I'm 27 next week and whilst I feel ok now, I can feel the day approaching with trepidation. I am almost 3 years away from 30. I'm supposed to have a kid by then plus the great guy that I'm settled with.
 
Note to self: I need a man. (Amazing how men give us women a fat headache but we need them all the same)
  
 

Monday, July 19, 2004

Bums, Tums & Strops

I came unbelievably close to barely my bum to the guy i 'manage' today and it wasn't because I was trying to moon at him and be rude.
 
I was wearing one of my lovely above the knee skirts but since I've gained a a bit of weight I've found that it rises up at the back a little bit more than I would like. I think it's a mixture of bum being a little bigger and the skirt not hanging off my hips anymore and 'hugging' my waist. I found that when I was sitting at my desk that my skirt was barely covering my bum. I've always wanted a booty but I didn't realise what it can do a short skirt!
 
Anyway I was trying once again to pull the skirt under me on the seat whilst simultaneously trying to hold on to whatever I had been reading, and trying to hold a conversation, but I pulled the skirt in the opposite direction exposing bare thonged bum. I just about covered it in time........
 
I meant to go to the gym to sign up this evening but I was too tired. I really must go tomorrow....
 
It is amazing how I have turned into the woman I never thought I would become in a matter of weeks. I now say things like 'Does my bum look big in this?' and for the first time in almost 27 years something I owned did not fit. In fact, it so did not fit that it stretched very unflatteringly across the crotch. Yeuch! I nearly wept!
 
Now I must keep things in perspective. I am not a big woman by any standards but I am slightly out of my comfort zone. Until 8 weeks ago I weighed barely 7 (98lbs) stone and now I weigh 8 (112lbs). Whilst I still look very slim I have unfortunately taken most of those pounds around my tummy. Not very bloody good........
 
Just in case anybody thinks I'm eating for 2, I'm not. I started taking steroids for an autoimmune disorder that I've been diagnosed with called sarcoidosis. Long story that I don't want to go into now, but it's a pain my backside (not literally, figuratively). It means no getting drunk for a year and I have developed a fat appetite to go with my fat belly!
 
It's all in a good cause and hopefully this time next year I will be a lot better. I try to remain positive and don't let it bog me down otherwise I'd crack up and I haven't got time for that!
 
The guys at work think that my friend and I are 'prick teases' because we chatted and even danced with guys on Friday night but when they tried to kiss us, we refused. God the girls that they get with are a lot easier than us. Is this why my friends and I don't have boyfriends?
 
I don't think that we're 'prick teases'. Playing tonsil tennis with a man I've known for a matter of minutes is not something I find easy to do. When I was in my teens and early twenties it was a lot easier and we'd almost take pride in it, but to be truthful, I'm not cut out for that soulless carry on now. I almost wish I was.........
 
A lot of that activity is aided by alcohol and because of the tablets I take, I can't get drunk. It's difficult to do something that was caused by drunken stupidness if you can't get drunk in the first place!
 
It means that I am so much more sensitive and alert to dodgy chat up lines as well and I don't have beer goggles which are great for helping me justify my actions the day after.
 
Work was tiring and I desperately need the weekend again. My boss was annoying me this morning by being a smart alec and unnecessarily stroppy, so I ignored him for a few hours and lo and behold, he was trying to make up with me soon enough. Oh men can be so weak sometimes!



Sunday, July 18, 2004

Another one bites the dust......

I’m back from the hen weekend, which was fun but also an acknowledgement that I have lost yet another friend to married-dom. Don’t get me wrong. My friend is still the same person and one of my best friends, (I’m a bridesmaid – how exciting!), but last night I realised that not only are we ‘mature’ adults, but she’s in a whole other league now. This is a league where there are other women she knows that are engaged or that have done the deed.

She’s more chilled and sedate. The hen weekend consisted of archery, shooting and quad biking at an activity centre, followed by a champagne and gifts session, and the a jazz cabaret. There wasn’t a penis, L-plate, veil or anything remotely sexual in sight, and everybody was quite reserved. I realised then that we have all grown up or maybe she’s changed, or maybe I haven’t. My friend and I were wild in our early twenties, and whilst I’m not so keen on the tacky stuff like L-plates etc, if someone had asked me what her hen night would be like a few years ago, I would have definitely said lots of dancing, lots of booze, and lots of piss taking.

At one point during the champagne session my friend toasted all of the other brides to be and gave them a special mention and I realised that I was an outsider at an exclusive members club. I’ll only gain access when I put a diamond ring on the left hand and start planning a wedding. Until then, the door says ‘Members Only’ and I get sympatheric looks when I say that I’m single. (I know I’m not imagining it)

She looks fantastic though and she’d almost bring a tear to your eye with how radiant she is with happiness, so irregardless of how much either of us have changed, I am nothing but pleased for her. Her fiance is lovely and he’s got a fantastic bitchy streak like me which means that we have hilarious conversations, and the same things make us crack up laughing. More importantly, I feel safe in the knowledge that she’s met the right person and that he will treat her really well.

Still, another one bites the dust!

On my return to the flat, I scrubbed every trace of the no-aiming ex flat mate from the bathroom and it is very much a womans bathroom again. God knows who’s going to move in next, but with any luck it will at best be either a woman, or a very good looking man that’s potential husband material. If it was the latter, I think it might be possible to overlook any aiming trouble that he has with the toilet!

I have been back from NYC for one week and I have not been in a clothes shop. I’m very impressed with myself.

I can’t believe it’s the end of the weekend. I’ve barely had a moment to myself and it’s business as usual and back to work. I’ve got a friend staying with me from Thursday to Sunday which I’m really looking forward to, but it also means I need to grab some quality alone-time with myself before Thursday.

I think I might be going speed dating this week. Mind you, we’ve been talking about it for ages and it hasn’t happened yet, so I’ll believe it when I see it………


Saturday, July 17, 2004

Friday Night

I am so proud of my friend that was dumped by text. She is handling things so amazingly well and no matter how hurt she is by the episode she refuses to stay down. In situations like this you can either sink or swim, and she has chosen the latter. We chatted on the phone for almost 2 hours last night and we ended up laughing at times, and talking and bitching about men was very therapeutic and entertaining!
 
I spent the earlier part of the evening with another close friend in a bar near work. We had thought that on a Friday night there would be lots of potential mates out, but the place was overrun by women! Again it seems that it really is true that there are 50,000 more women than men in the twenties age group in London! It was frightening!
 
The even scarier thing is that there were hardly any men that we would have been attracted to. None of them seemed to elicit even the slightest feeling of attraction. Nobody made us drool nevermind raise an eyebrow! Normally at least one guy will come over and start chatting but even that didn't happen! At first.
 
We decided that this was because we were sitting in thr wrong part of the bar so we headed upstairs and still nothing. We were however, entertained by a woman that was no more than 30 bumping and grinding with a man that was at least 70. It was a sight to behold particularly when he got a little to energetic and gangsta to 50 Cents 'P.I.M.P'! Hilarious! The 70 year old was completely oblivious to all of the stares.
 
After an hour we went back downstairs and had a far better reception! Within seconds several guys started flirting and making passes. We found ourselves a little spot close to the action and within moments a guy with shoulder length hair started trying to chat me up. He was sweet but obviously drunk, and also difficult to understand. Two cocky guys standing closeby thought it was ridiculous and one came bounding over saying that he needed to 'rescue me'. Nice chat up line.......
 
They completely took the piss out of the poor guys long hair and intimidated the guy away. Naturally we felt sorry for the guy because that's what women do, but by the end of the night he was becoming a bit stalker-ish so my sympathy vanished!
 
The two cocky guys did end up sticking around for an hour and they were very funny and charming. Somehow we ended up parting with our numbers, so who knows, we may have dates!
 
We were all too aware though that by chatting to the cocky guys that we were possibly missing out on other potentials but after they left it was clear that there was nothing else to see!
 
It was far from being a late one and we were both home before 11pm.
 
I'm going to a hen night in a bit so no doubt I will have some tales to tell tomorrow!
 
Almost forgot! I think that my no-aiming flatmate has moved out! All of his stuff is gone from the kitchen and bathroom! It must have been sudden although admittedly I haven't seen him since before I went to NYC.
 
The first thing I did was clean the toilet............
 
I've been doing my sit-ups each day and I am going to check out a gym on Monday.
 
 

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Text Alert

Today I found out that one of my best friends was dumped by text message last night. I was so appauled that for once I didn’t know what to say……briefly.
 
What a despicable act. How cowardly. How pathetic.
 
There was very little to prepare her for this ending. His actions are an example of when a man take things that little bit too literally.
 
Apparently there has been a story in the tabloids about a footballers wife that was dumped by text message. My friend had wise cracked to the coward of a boyfriend a few days ago, that that’s how she would like to be dumped, not face to face, and this was how she would dump somebody. She was very clearly joking and they definitely had a witty, sarcastic type of banter in their relationship that could support a comment of this type.
 
The idiot has taken it literally.
 
He has previously said that he has found it difficult to date a woman for more than 2 months but kept telling my friend how special she was and how they would be long term. Oh, is that why he has literally dumped her 2 months to the day?
 
I thought that it was women that remembered dates and anniversarys, not men? It seems that that there are exceptions.
 
My friend is gutted and hurt. His actions are cruel and crass, and have stripped my friend of the opportunity to end the relationship in a dignified manner with closure. He obviously realises how unpleasant his actions are because he is ensuring that they have never have contact again and has suggested that she throw away anything that is linked to him. Evidently he is not keen on being confronted or having to explain his actions.
 
I would be foolish to say that all men are like this man, but this is an example of the kind of behaviour that has been infuriating women around the world for eternity. It hasn’t been a text message through the ages, but it is the selfish, self-serving motivations behind men that leave women screaming stuff like, ‘All men are bastards’. Women are so much more emotional, so we have less of a propensity to do cold, cruel, nasty actions such as dumping by text message. We think with a combination of our mind and hearts, whereas men think we’ve their penises. This means that when he’s not feeling so ‘sensitive’ down there, he won’t be too sensitive and nice to a womans needs no matter how unwarranted.
 
I think that part of his behaviour is driven by the fact that my friend didn’t fawn around him and act needy enough. She really liked and cared about him and enjoyed his company and the relationship, but unlike all of his previous girlfriends she didn’t have a crazy neediness, and the sun didn’t rise and set on him. She was honest and straight talking about any reservedness on her part and she actively worked at opening herself up to him.
 
Many men despite moaning about it, like a woman to be needy. For this type of man the more they cry and show emotion is the better their ego feels, even if they don’t actually like this behaviour or it is detrimental to the relatonship. My friends relationship with him was healthier than his previous ones, but he was in more of a comfort zone with the emotional craziness than the more reserved nature of my friend.
 
 
Don’t get me wrong. This man does not have to stay with my friend and he is entitled to end it, but I don’t think that he needed to dump her by text. There is nothing that she has said or done that could justify his behaviour.
 
What is even sadder is that this was the first man that she had dated in 3 years following a painful break-up. This ‘text dickhead’ was more than aware of this and it seems that he is hell bent on destroying her faith in the male species. I am determined that he won’t. I am a firm believer that allowing past experiences to wreck your present and future is a path of destruction that we should all try to avoid. It’s a fact of life that we get hurt, but we can learn from our experiences, and we can control to a large extent how things aftect us.
 
I would rather die than allow any of my exes and their behaviour have an impact on my present or future.
 
So how was my day?
 
I spent a lot of it yawning. Maybe I’m still jetlagged or maybe it’s just being at work!
 
Today my skirt blew up at the tube station both on the way to and from work, I’ve knocked over a whiteboard that was resting against a desk, fallen off the pavement and stubbed my ankle on the kerb, and tripped over my handbag when it was on the floor beside my desk.
 
I think I have PMS or something because I’m so scatty. I also have those horrible ovulating pains. It is actually hard to be a woman. There are no men at home bemoaning their ovulating pains, PMS, PMT, periods, pregnancy, and there never will be. 
  
Those flies in my office are still lurking. I've never seen so many people visiting our department!  
  
  
 


Like Flies On......

This is a flying visit. I've spent the evening with my colleagues at the karaoke and I feel seriously jaded. My eyes are closing over!

Tonight I have seen what is meant by the saying 'Like flies on sh*t'. We have some new women (girls circa 21 years of age) that have started, and men that wouldn't normally grace our department night out, suddenly found their way to our night out.

Everybody thought that their behaviour was quite pathetic. We don't think these girls even noticed though because they seemed flattered by the attention. Lesson of note ladies: They're not trying to be your friend. They're trying to get into your pants.

Some may think I'm a cow, and I am to a certain extent (!!!), but I also know that what I say is true. Most of my male friends have behaved in exactly the same way, and some of the guys that were out tonight were quick to recognise the 'flies' behaviour for what it was. It's a shame that the girls haven't, but they'll learn.........

I wonder if it will be before or after they've been foolish enough to get into bed with one of them?

Thank God that guys don't try any of that rubbish with me, but I think I radiate cynism and a dislike for BS.

Could this be why I am single?

Apparently I had a group of males age 23 that were interested in me, but they were only in London until tomorrow when they'll be heading back to NYC. One was quite cute despite his slightly too big hair and the rest were ok. (Before I get slated, I am not so fussy that big hair is a problem! I'm just making an observation!)

Must go. Oh sh*t. I've got to do my situps!

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Fear & Loving in London

Until yesterday, despite my moans and groans about the male species, I had a casual, non-urgent desire for a man in my life. Ideally this man will be kind, generous, professional, want children, hopefully alright looking, trustworthy, and with any luck his wonderful aim will prevent him from peeing on the toilet seat.

Until yesterday life was very much how I'd like it. Great family with various close knit groups of friends, quite happy with myself, job I love most of the time, nice flat, my home comforts in terms of material items certainly aren't lacking, very good social life, and I felt fairly safe in the knowledge that in time I would meet the man that I could settle down with and do the whole babies, marriage, game of life thing.

I was happy being single and after a string of disastrous relationships, it certainly didn't do me any harm to spend time with me, myself and I.

Now that I know that there is a shortage of men in my age-group (50,000 short to be precise!), I want one! Badly! It really is a case of you don't know what you haven't got till there's a distinct possibility that you really won't get it!

I'm having a rare moment when I feel very bloody scared. Not scared like I get sometimes with a horror movie or when there's blood and gore, or even a weirdo walking a little too close for my liking at night. I have the type of fear that makes me wonder if I'll always be an 'aunty', godmother, bridesmaid, or horror of horrors, the one who could've been married but let the fiance (no matter how bad he was) get away.

Is it possible, that if I don't marry a man in his 30s or much older (potential sugar daddy scenario), or a man younger than me (serious potential cradle snatcher scenario because he'd have to be in his late teens!!!)that I could be a...spinster? I think I just shuddered.......

The sane and normal side of me is saying 'Don't panic. Everything is fine. You will meet that special man.' The irrational side of me, the one most men seem to think a woman operates on most of the time anyway, is screaming, 'Panic. Get off your ass and don't rest until you get a man! Find any man that you can lock down!'

Hearing the irrational side is enough to stop me in my tracks though. I don't think I have the capacity to settle for less. I've certainly had the capacity to go out with it for a while and even be engaged to it, but my track record and the explosive exits indicate that I don't have an ability to settle for less in the long term.

I'm much calmer now.... More worried or perturbed, rather than afraid or petrified.

This case of the fear experience has made me realise that it would be nice to have a boyfriend though. Not for purposes of settling down, although that would be a nice outcome, but for the companionship, the romance, that whole building a relationship and sharing things stage. My friends, family, job, and even my wonderful collection of shoes and clothes can't give me any of those things!

It seems that I do need a man, even if men tire my brain out half the time!

I think I'm a bit jet lagged still because I feel quite wrecked. I couldn't sleep for a while last night as well, so I'm not operating on my full batteries.

It was sunnier today so I got to wear a skirt, but despite holding it at the back as I descended into the tube station on the escalator, it blew up at the front. I just managed to catch it before it revealed my knickers.

I've started my situps, and yesterday I did 60 in total (20 morning, 40 evening), and I will do the same today. My stomach is hurting a bit so that must be good! I've become the woman I thought I would never become. One who worries about weight. Well it did take almost 27 years before it happened!



Monday, July 12, 2004

I'm L.O.S.T. - Apparently

Well it seems that there is a method to my madness. There really aren’t many single men in London.

According to todays Evening Standard newspaper, the twenty something age-group in London has 50,000 more women than men! Bloody hell! That’s a pretty debilitating figure!

I now fit into yet another demographic with an acronym. L.O.S.T. – In London on their Own, Single and Twenty Something.

So it’s official. There’s a drought, and I may not be getting my crop watered for quite a while! I am not imagining how hard it is to meet a man, and I’m certainly not imagining the abundance of women. This is like handbags at dawn now. All the single ladies will be getting their gloves off because there is 1 man for every 12 women! Quite frankly, that is some scary sh*t!

Maybe it is time for me to not be quite so choosy because there isn’t very much for me to be choosy over. One womans trash in a situation like this is another womans treasure.

I daren’t tell my mother what I’ve read today because she’ll tell me I need to move! At this rate though, I may have to, or I may have to adjust my criteria to include men that are more than 5 years older than me, because the numbers are far better in that age group.

I wonder if single London men in their 20’s realise their position of power now. Surely if a man in this age group reads this article, he must be rubbing his hands together in glee thinking that he can pretty much do whatever he likes. There are at least 11 other women ready to fill a womans shoes if she doesn’t want to put up with his behaviour.

I was out with a male friend this evening and he could barely disguise his excitement. He thinks that with numbers like this it’s like he’s hit the jackpot.

As usual women have struck a bum deal and the men are laughing all the way to the sexual bank. Because women come to the capital to pursue their career and are earning more than they ever have, we’re paying the price somewhere else. Settling down, possible eventual marriage and babies seem to be moving further into the distance.

So what will I do? God knows, but I need to get my thinking cap on and get a plan like the A-Team. Pronto!

It seems that the belief that looking for a man isn’t a way to find one and that one will come along when you least expect it, isn’t something that should apply to the ‘L.O.S.T.’ women. We’ll have to be Looking for Opportunities to Snare & Tame the elusive single man!

My first day back at work was very busy although I can admit with good grace that the guy I ‘manage’ actually coped quite well in my absence. See, I’m not a total bitch. I do give credit, where credit is due! Still, he can’t multi-task like I can. I think he came close to weeping on some occasions during my absence!

I enjoyed being in my new clothes although the bloody shoes hurt a bit. Well, no pain, no……well, never mind, I’m prepared to suffer a little!

The weather is quite frankly, crap. It’s July but as far as I’m concerned it could be bloody March. I wore trousers because the weather was so rubbish!

Naturally a day couldn’t go by without me doing something clumsy or exposing myself. I’m wearing a wrap around top that ties at the side with ribbon, but the ribbon loosened this morning and I didn’t notice until I was revealing a little too much of my bra. Luckily there wasn’t anybody of importance around and I was sitting at my desk, but I think I had walked around with it like that for a few minutes…

A new guy has started in my department but he’s about 5 years younger, and you can tell. He’s okay looking but I don’t fancy him at all and he’s far too young. Mind you after todays shocking statistics, the saying ‘Beggars can’t be choosers’ springs to mind……….

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Stop the Noise!

It seems that men making noise is de rigeur this weekend. After yesterdays outburst on the subway with the boy and the squeaky toy, I have just had an encounter in my local chinese.

After an afternoon of ‘show and tell’ with my new clothes and one of my best mates, we decided to finish up what had been a great afternoon with some nice food and some girlie chat.

Imagine my surprise when the lovely atmosphere was interrupted by 3 people singing ‘Doe, a deer, a female deer………’ for a good couple of minutes or so. That’s 3 fully grown adults - 1 man, and 2 women with their tits hanging out, completely oblivious to the fact that other people were eating and chilling out. I actually thought that I was delerious, that I had fallen into a jet lag sleep and that I was at home! My friend face was set to stunned.

They eventually stopped and we continued eating our meal and sort of pretended that we had dreamt about that moment - until the man started playing the spoons for almost 20 minutes! Loudly. What I couldn’t see, but my friend could, was that the one that had the particularly enormous breasts was doing her best to give him a right eyeful as she cackled her way through his spoon playing. She even did a half lap dance and bounced around in his lap like an over excitable puppy! I was moments away from chucking pennys at her!

He then proceeded to balance the spoon on the end of his nose, because that’s great fun………

We were just signing for the bill when the one with the enormous breasts got up, went behind the other seated woman and draped herself over her and started caressing her belly while showing her long, flat bum for all to see. (I am bitch!)

At that point my friend and I dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, while the man with the spoon still hanging off the end of his nose stared at us. We quickly made a run for it because whilst we would have given it our best shot taking them on, those women looked like they pound the sh*t out of us with their breasts alone!

This encounter is an example of why I don’t have a boyfriend. I found his behaviour and attitude repulsive, whereas the other women were so excited by it, they were practically throwing their breasts in his face! It seems that I must have very high standards………

I have unpacked everything and done the first load of washing. I felt a bit sad putting everything away. The weather is looking a bit iffy as well so I don’t know whether I get to wear my summer uniform of skirt and a top, with my unbelievably beautiful new shoes.

I was admiring the beautiful underwear I’ve bought back and whilst touching the ribbons, lace, and soft sexy material, I thought, ‘I’m probably going to be the only person who sees this for a while!’

I didn’t join the gym today. I’ll do it tomorrow as I need to check and see if I can get a discount through my work. I will be starting my sit-ups again in the morning. 20 to start….

Did I mention that I got half of my bum caught in a weird, spikey, revolving door in a subway station? I was beyond embarassed! I The ones in the subways aren’t normal and I couldn’t understand how to go in without getting trapped. Somebody else was coming in the other direction and somehow half my bum got wedged as I paniced and tried bolt back out. This man actually screamed at me to stop and guided me through the bloody thing. It was the last time I used it as it was all a little unnerving! My bum is fine though, thank goodness!

Oh, and I broke a bottle of red wine in my bag at the off licence on Friday. I thought if I broke out the charm and played up the English accent that they would give me a replacement bottle, but they were having none of it. I was disappointed!




I'm Home

Well it’s been a brilliant week away but it’s all over. I don’t feel gutted at the moment, but trust me, when I’m sitting at my desk tomorrow morning, I will probably be feeling a little bit blue. Still, I get to wear all my new clothes and go on and on about my holiday!

The last couple of days were exhausting. I think I wrecked my back from walking in those bloody high heels of mine on Thursday, because I spent most of Friday walking like John Wayne.

I finally did something cultural on Friday and went to the Metropolitan Museum with my friend. We checked out a few of the exhibits and I got a spectacular view of New York from the roof. This was a great opportunity for me to put the underused camera to use! Well, what was I going to take pictures of? Me handing my card over to pay for something else?!

My friend was not keen on shopping and I think she is genuinely shocked at the amount of energy I have for it. She went home after a few hours and I continued to walk around, although with my dodgy back I was starting to feel my own limitations!

I had dinner in quite a posh French restaurant on my last night and ate what was definitely in my top 3 steak dinners. I was actually the first to finish out of 8 people and felt slightly embarassed! I’m NEVER the first to finish! It seems I’ve become one greedy bastard over the past month or so!

One of the men I dined with had a southern accent and I was completely mesmerised. I could have listened to him talk all evening. I didn’t fancy him at all as he was considerably older than me, not to mention the wife, who also had a delightful accent! For one evening, I behaved how most people in America behave when they hear my accent!

I’m convinced my hearing is going because when men approached me and tried to chat me up, I had to get them to repeat themselves a few times to understand what they were saying. It was irriatating to do this because they were just random guys that I didn’t want to be in a conversation with in the first place!

One random guy kept trying to make eye contact with me on the subway. I get really embarassed when guys do this as I don’t know where to look and don’t want to encourage them or give the wrong impression. Situations like this cause mee to busy myself by rummaging around in my handbag and I end up pulling out a tampax or something equally ridiculous!

This particular ‘random’ also got off at Times Square to change and said something to me which I had to get him to repeat about 4 times, and it turned out that he wanted to know if I was going to get the ‘shuttle’ with him – whatever that is! I think I looked at him pretty blankly as he very quickly got the message, but why the hell was he asking me that anyway? There are about 20 different trains that go out of that station!

Male shop assistants are very flirty in NYC and after almost 5 days, I still didn’t figure out if it was just so that I would buy something or because they were trying to get with me. It is a great way to shop though, if not slightly distracting for a hardcore shopper like myself.

I still don’t know how to handle the men that say hi to you as you’re walking down the street as this is not something that English men do, and when they do, it tends to be builders with their trousers baring most of their bum crack….

I often found myself walking with a smile frozen on my face as they just seem to keep calling out to me.

I wonder if this is because:

a) I radiate tourist
b) I tended to be wearing skirts above the knee, (but not too short I swear!)
c) I did look a bit busty at times although I wasn’t showing much cleavage (I also swear!)
d) All of the above

I have also learned to be careful how I sit when I’m on the subway, as some very naughty men barely disguise the fact that they are trying to look up it!

On Saturday, I was tired of a boy. My friend and I accidentally ended up on a subway headed out to Brooklyn and unfortunately we were stuck in the carriage where this boy of about 8 years old was entertaining his younger sibling with a squeaky toy. 15 minutes of listening to varying ‘melodies’ of the bloody toy, and most of the carriage were wincing. When he started doing bursts of high pitched squeaks, I heard myself scream at him, ‘Stop! Please! I’m begging you! I can’t take anymore!’

It came out before I even thought about it…. The boy had the good grace to look embarassed and apologetic, the passengers looked relieved and some burst out laughing, and I was just mortified! I felt like the wicked witch! But at least he stopped using the bloody toy!

I have probably stopped him from turning into a man who doesn’t know when to quit while he’s ahead!

I didn’t meet the man of my dreams on my holiday but I shopped like a muther and had a brilliant time with my friends, and loved my own company. It’s back to reality now and whilst it’s always a bit depressing when a holiday is over, it’s nice to be home and I’m dying to catch up on all of the gossip, parade my new clothes and have a few nights out.

I think that my housemate has heeded my words of warning as there wasn’t a drop of pee on the rim. Men do listen after all………sometimes.



Friday, July 09, 2004

Madness

I'm just about alive after a very strenuous day. I have seriously shopped like a muther and I am wrecked beyond belief. I was shopping from 10am till 8pm AND I've been out and hobbled most of the way home in my very high heels.

I spent most of the day around Soho and the outlet stores and had some rather odd encounters en route.

I had paused outside a shop to get my barings when this man bent down and asked me if I had a birthmark on my leg. As usual I was in my summer uniform of a skirt and top and felt he was being a bit invasive, so I cheekily told him that if he moved his head a fraction of an inch more he'd be seeing my beaver and to get lost! I think he was very suprised but I didn't care and stalked off into the shop! That man was not normal!

I found a new mecca in Barney's Co-Op which had some really good sale stuff, but of course none of it fit as it seems that sale stuff is made for bigger people than me. I found the most beautiful Marc Jacob jacket and the bloody thing was too big.

I was trying on the sexiest work shoes, which I eventually bought, when I had my next strange encounter with a guy who was applying for a job. He just starts talking sh*t to me and asking me to walk about in the shoes. I felt a bit embarassed as I don't do that whole hooker on parade thing, so I just tried to carry on as normal and politely chit chat. Next thing I know he's saying that he's going to personally bring me to the shoe district and talking about staying with me in London! These guys are fast bloody movers! I had said absolutely nothing to give him the impression that he could come and visit me. When I went for the interview, I quickly went and paid for my shoes and legged it................

But not before having a lovely chat with the gorgeous guy behind the till. I'm sure he models in his spare time as he had very chiseled looks and I had a good look at his very pert arse when he turned to get my bag.

I was out with the toy boy again this evening but I've gone off him. He is, well, a boy. I need a man.

We spent the evening in the Stone Rose bar which is high up in the new tower at Columbus Circle. It's supposed to be quite a trendy place to go, with a fabulous view of central park, and the upper east side. It was full of 'businessmen', and dirty old men on the pull, so I found myself being entertained by all the pre-sexual activity that was going on in the bar.

Some of those guys were just scary and pathetic! All of them should have been in bed tucked up with their cocoa, not out perving!

I have seen a serious amount of silicone breasts this evening....

It was so cold from the air conditioning, I thought my nipples were going to be able to fire bullets through the windows.......

I also saw a man playing with a womans g-string down the back of her dress and trying to put his finger up her bum! She was loving every moment of it! That is so rank!

I still haven't figured out if I'm supposed to have a conversation with every guy that says, 'Hi. How are you?' or variations of it. I can't though, as I would never get any shopping done!

I actually hobbled in my heels from Columbus Circle which is 57th Street to about 79th, where we popped into a couple of horrible bars that my friend used to frequent. The music was some head banging music and it was disgustingly loud, and it was at the moment that I realised that I may be getting a bit past it!

I am joining the gym as soon as I get back. I swear..........

Going to go to a museum and see a few sights tomorrow, and then it's more shopping.

Today I brought 2 pairs of shoes, a dress, 2 thongs, another dishscruber, and icecube tray, a fabulous pair of Calvin Klein jeans, and a bag. That's hardly anything...............

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Men Everywhere

Today I have almost been run down 5 times, fallen off the very large kerbs 4 times, twisted my ankle once, lost on the streets twice, and lost on the subway for 1 hour and 40 minutes!

Do you know what the funny thing is? Men were involved in each incident!

It was a man behind the wheel of every car (bastards), it was a man who came to my rescue each time I came off the kerb too heavily and when I tripped on a stupid grid thing and nearly came crashing down (sweethearts)! And it was a man who sent me in the wrong direction for a subway and started the whole sorry chain of events which caused me to end up in Queens when I wanted to be at 92nd St. Nonetheless it was a great day in my world!

The bargains are unbelievable. I've got some seriously blinged out sunglasses, loads of tops, rings, and I even brought a very cool dish scrubber (that nesting thing again.....)

The guys that work in stores seem to hit on me and I don't know if it's just because they want me to buy something, or because they genuinely fancy me, a mixture of the 2, or just something to pass the time.

There are some very good looking men in this town though! Handy tip-I must keep my mouth shut and tongue in, when a good looking male is spotted! I do find it difficult to tell if they are gay or straight though. Still, I'm only observing!

One of the guys I was out with this evening was very good looking with one of those mega-watt all-american smiles. I found myself grinning like a cheshire cat and speaking with an accentuated English accent as I know that the guys love it. I actually got to speak to him for a good chunk of the evening. At 23 he is almost 4 years younger than me, but hey, I was just talking, and ok, maybe flirting a little. Oh ok, I was flirting a lot! But it was fun and harmless! I am on holiday after all!

One of the guys we were out with is a brief ex of my friend and he came out with his girlfriend of 18 months. What became clear very quickly is that the girlfriend had no idea my friend was an ex and my friend had no idea that he has had a girlfriend or that they are living together until tonight! They have kept in touch and remained quite good friends yet he has neglected to mention her.

This is the type of male behaviour that just bewilders me. You don't just forget that you have a girlfriend. You can't omit somebody that important from your conversation. I suspect that he is getting his ear seriously bent by the girlfriend right now. What a way to make a woman feel insecure! If I was her he would be in some serious doo doo with me!

I am going to crawl to bed now as I have a date with a lot of shops tomorrow plus another evening of flirting.

I love this town.....

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

NYC

Got to NYC this afternoon, and even though I haven't been here for 6 years, I still know my way around, and I'm still bowled over.

I got chatted up by a man at least double my age on the flight from Washington to La Guardia. He had tried to start a conversation with me at the start of the flight but I closed my eyes. By the end of the flight though he managed to weedle his way into a conversation and I felt obliged to be nice.

I did give him the benefit of the doubt for the majority of the conversation and decided to think that he was being friendly. That benefit ended when he said that I looked like I was about 16 or 17, and when I corrected him and told him that I was almost 27, he was almost choking and then asked me what my plans were in the city! Not missing an opportunity to be cheeky I told him I was meeting my big, beefy boyfriend who was waiting at the airport! Suddenly he was eager to talk about the Japanese wife that he had married a couple of months ago.......

One of the great things about being foreign in the U.S. is that I'm finding that men are being very kind to me. I've had Mr Customs Officer help me out in JFK, Mr Security Guard in Georgetown let me use the fancy bathrooms after using a bit of eyelash batting, and two men on different occasions have given me change for a payphone and refused to take the dollar that I have offered them!

Sometimes men are great! And no it's not because they gave me money but because they did something without expecting anything in return! Well, to be fair now, what can you expect for 50 cents?

I have brought some more foxy underwear today. Am I trying to tell myself something? Or maybe I'm feeling hopeful! Well if there is a man that is going to be seeing my new underwear (Don't worry mum if you're reading this! It definitely won't be this week!), he's going to be very lucky man. I was in Filenes Basement (an outlet store) and they had these great see-throughey thongs with ribbons that tie on the side. I just had to have them!

I have a lot of people to meet and my friend has a lot of guys that seem to be meeting us. I am staying in my friends parents amazing brownstone on the upper west side. They have some serious design pieces, some Andy Warhols (originals), and I think I spotted a Ming vase, and I am petrified of breaking something!

I am the same woman who is constantly flashing her arse and being clumsy! This should be interesting!

Monday, July 05, 2004

Land of Nod

I think that I am finally on the timezone here, but it was at the expense of going out last night!

I went to a BBQ at my friends brothers place in the late afternoon to celebrate independence day. There were lots of kids there making my materenal strings tug, although I must admit to being relieved to see the back of them! Kids are hard work!

One of the guys was really flirty with me so I entertained it, even though I definitely didn't fancy him. Guys here are really upfront! My friend asked him if he would get her a roasted corn on the cob and he didn't move. As soon as I asked him to get me one he was straight out of the seat. Naturally my friend asked him why he'd had a change of heart and he said because she's he's friend and that there's possibility that I could sleep with him!

You have to admire his front!........

I quiped that it would take a lot more than a corn on the cob for that to happen, and he said he'd bring back 2, to which I said he'd better include his wallet aswell!

The banter continued throughout the BBQ and he made some noises about us all meeting up tonight (I'm not sure if that's happening!), but it was good to flirt. All of the men were very charming although I wasn't flirting with them all as there were wives and girlfriends which are a major deterrant!

I decided to lie down when we got back so that I could be on top form for our night out and I was woken dazed and confused by my friend at 11.30pm. I think I had even been drooling!

Turns out there was a little gathering on my friends porch and that I had slept through fireworks and lots of laughter! I lasted 1.5 hours and stumbled delerious back to my bed. I think I slept for about 11 hours in total, and I refuse to nap today!

I'm off to go shopping and hopefully on to a bar. I had a manicure and pedicure earlier which seems to be a requirement here! I normally don't bother with such things and just do them myself, but maybe that;s why I don't have a man! Unlikely though......

True to form, I bared a little too much when I bent over to pick up something in the salon. It must be my bum that causes this to happen.......or maybe it's my carelessness!

Oh, almost forget. I parted with some money at Victoria's Secret yesterday. Some foxy thongs and some scented goods. I like nice underwear and I think that every woman should have it, man or no man! Dress from the inside out! It makes me feel good!

Must run! The shops await!

Sunday, July 04, 2004

Welcome to America!

I'm so jetlagged and confused, I don't even know my arse from my elbow. My friend seems to have an aversion to setting the time correctly so I'm trying to avoid eye contact with the many clocks that she has.

Most of Saturday was spent traveling so today will be when all of the fun starts!
It seems that my porky tummy may partly be attributed to my period, which arrived 4 days early just as I was about to leave for the airport. I was wearing white tracksuit bottoms – What is it with me and my craving to wear white when I'm due my period? I didn't bother to get changed but I did spend the flight crabby, cramped and paranoid.

Air India is definitely not my favourite airline. I'll admit that I am one of these people that worships Virgin Atlantic (I also love their trains) because they are the most comfortable and enjoyable airline even when you fly economy, and they have lots of little extras – holiday bag of goodies such as toothbrush, relaxing balm, socks etc. The food and the entertainment have not been matched by another airline, and I've flown on a lot!

It was chicken curry for lunch, which as I explained a few days ago, I don't really eat. Nonetheless, I decided to attack it with gusto, but I was more than a bit peeved to be confronted with semi-cooked rice......

The seats were covered in this green material, which hadn't seen a cleaning detergent for a very long time. The back of the seat in front of me looked like a man had shot his load all over it! Yeuch!

I also found myself scrubbing my table because it was dirty with drink stains on it – not mine. I think I'm becoming a touch obsessed with cleaning…………

I slept and read for the majority of the flight. I tried to play Sim City 4 on my laptop but you need to be fully alert, so I decided to watch series one of The Office and I was asleep before the end of the first episode! I woke up and the battery was totally dead which was a right pain! I know I'm not the only person to ask this, but why is that when I put a DVD on, it's an instant sleeping pill?!

There were no good looking men on the flight. Most were far too old for me or with a woman!

I very foolishly forgot to write down the address of where I am staying, and after queueing for immigration, I was told I'd have to wait for an airline rep to take me to baggage reclaim to locate my address. After 30 minutes and watching all the other people piss off the airline staff, I decided to go over and speak with the guy really nicely, and he said that he would radio a guy from customs for me and not to worry.

When the customs guy came over and he got besieged by the crazy tourist brigade, I called him Mr Customs Officer and looked a bit helpless! He burst out laughing, asked me what I needed and brought me out to baggage reclaim with the other guy who had helped me. I was out of the airport less than 10 minutes later! 'Mr Customs Officer' told me that he could hardly refuse me when I use that name, and that I was a lovely lady! Hee hee! Charming a man has it's uses! I know that this will upset some men out there!

I got the airport shuttle to La Guardia to get my connecting flight and the driver almost crashed the thing 4 TIMES within the first 10 minutes of the journey! I made my flight to Washington with plenty of time to spare though, and the contents of my stomach were just about intact after my bumpy journey.

I've had a great time with my friend already and even though I haven't seen her for 6 years, it's like we've never been apart. We went for a Chinese and caught up on each others lives. I had the 'pleasure' of telling the whole sorry tale about my ex-fiance. I'm sure that today's conversation will cover the other dickheads I've gone out with and all of hers too! It's July 4th so we'll have plenty of things to do today and we'll be out on the town tonight. Watch out men!

By the way, the men here seem really blatant about eyeing you up! They don't even try and hide it!

Other than miscellaneous stuff like tampax, magazines and snacls, I have only bought a 3-pack of Lancome Juicy Tubes. My lips look real juicy and I can't wait to wear it out tonight! I'm definitely going to be out in a skirt tonight!

Dude, where's my enery? Part 2

I must respond to the 'Anonymous' commenter from my Friday post, 'Dude, where's my energy?'. After 4 weeks I have finally received my first 'nasty' comment. Whilst I am delighted that I elicit response whether it be positive or negative, I do feel obliged to correct this guy on a few points………………..

1. Who are you calling a 'Fat Bitch'? If you had bothered to read the post correctly you'll notice that I said that I weighed just over 7 stone until a few weeks ago. I weigh no more than 7.5 stone now. If I was 5 years old and weighed this much I could understand your comment! I said that I had got a bit porky around the stomach, I didn't say that I needed to be rolled out the door! Are you illiterate? Do you not know your math? Did you by any chance go the same school as President Bush?! Maybe you could have reading lessons together!?

2. My boss and I have a fantastic relationship and he says I'm his favourite! Again, if you had read some of previous posts, you might have discovered this…………..

3. Are you President Bush? (By the way, if you are, I'd be very impressed that you are reading my blog, but you are an example of the type of man I am tired of!) Or do you work for his administration? You're so defensive about me reading anything by Michael Moore, I feel suspicious!

You've said that only a moron would believe anything that Michael Moore writes and that I am 'dumb as shit'. Hmmm. There must be a lot of morons out there. His films and books are based on facts. Whilst it is driven by his enthusiasm and his perspective, there is no hiding from the facts within his work. Do you really think that he could say half of those things if they weren't true? I do have my own brain and an ability to cut through the fluff. Do you?

Michael Moore wants people to wake up and take notice and take action. Like blog writers he wants to elicit response, emotion, anything! If you don’t like it, challenge it and find out your own truths. Don't sit on your soap box dissing me because I choose to read and expand my knowledge.

4. I don't watch infomercials. I'm a hardcore shopper that hits the streets and don't you forget it! The cheek of you! And crotch trimmer? What kind of bush do you think I have? It's obviously the woman in your life that you are thinking of! Vibrating childrens toy? Are you sick? Is that what's up your ass making you feel cranky?

5. I have been with some frogs in my time so I'll give you that one, however, I will get my 'prince'. You say I don't have to worry about men anymore. I didn't in the first place. I comment on them because I enjoy it. Whilst I am tired of men, I also love men, and remain positive and optimistic that I will end up with a decent man.

6. You've asked me to act like a woman should and be quiet and cook someone dinner. Quiet is something I'll never be and I have no problem cooking anybody dinner. I am not one of these women who thinks that they are above doing things around the house and when I do get a man he will be well fed!

Be a man. You are entitled to comment anonymously but you obviously didn't want me to challenge you directly, or be challenged full stop. I could say something crass like, act like a man and be loud, obnoxious and wait for a woman to cook your dinner while you jerk off in front of the TV with a beer in the other hand, but I don't think that it's how all men are or how men should be............

I do suggest however, that you join a literacy programme or even donate to a literacy organisation. I hear that Laura Bush spearheads a really big one.........Another 'fact' I garnered from Michael Moore.

Failing that, I suggest you jerk off and get out your obvious frustrations! Now that IS something that works for a hell of a lot of men!

Friday, July 02, 2004

Dude, where's my energy?

What a week! I didn’t leave work until 8.35pm this evening. I am truly horrified at myself! I have discovered that I am more conscientious than I think. I really hate the thought that somebody will be in difficulty because I have failed to do something. I think I’m becoming a bit anal in my old age! There are people I’ve worked with that when they go on break, they break!!!, and they don’t give two figs what goes down in their absence. My boss is a great one for threatening all sorts when people do this, and then welcoming them back with open arms and not a word said! I hope he doesn’t say anything about me when I’m gone!

Still feeling a bit porky today. I’m hoping that it’s a bad case of water retention because I only noticed it yesterday. It hasn’t stopped me from packing away the food though! For all of my bitching and whining, because I’ve been so busy at work combined with my hormones, I had a banana and one of thise biotic yoghurt things for breakfast (good start!), and then it rapidly went downhill when I then had my favourite giant choc chip cookie, and an hour later a chocolate bar, followed by some fruit pastilles. I wouldn’t have eaten the last 2, but they were a gift. I weighed just over 7 stone about 5 weeks ago and I’m glad that I don’t own a scales.

Nonetheless, I refuse to turn into one of those women who obsess about weight. I could certainly have stood to gain a few pounds, and I do look healthier and filled out, plus the legs are still slim (for now). But post holiday, I will be toning up. There is no point in watching what I eat whilst I’m on holiday. Let the good times roll. I intend to have philly cheese steaks, and lots of big dinners. Mind you, jet lag and the heat puts me off my food, so I may well end up skinnying down in a matter of days!

I packed about 3 weeks worth of clothes and had an attack of conscience. I’ve now repacked and I must say that I’m very impressed with myself. I just need to sort out handbags, shoes and cosmetics. I will go easy. Only 2 bags, and I’m still undecided on the shoes.

I intend to talk to lots of men. I’ve been ordered to by my friends anyway, but what is a woman that writes about men if she doesn’t go away and flirt for England? Watch out America!

I have a number of books to take with me. I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I think I have read every day or most days since I was about 3. If I’m not having a hectic week, I can normally read 2 books a week, more if I have time on my hands. I started on Dude, Where’s My Country? this morning by Michael Moore , and about 20 pages in, I am a bit shell-shocked. I was like this with Stupid White Men, and didn’t sleep very easily after Bowling for Columbine. Anything by Michael Moore should be watched or read. He tells it like it is, and boldly asks and talks about the things that we all don’t seem to ask or talk about.

I have one contemporary fiction/trash book to read, and another on what our food is really made of. It should all make for an interesting week………….

I am off now to iron the last of my stuff for my holiday, watch these fools on Big Brother , and one of my all time favourites, Bo Selecta .

Yes I know it’s not great single woman behaviour to be in on a Friday night, but I am wrecked, and I think that I can take my chances that my prince is not waiting out there for me in whichever bar, club etc that I would end up in. Sure, I’m always being told that I won’t find a man in a bar or a club, and that I shouldn’t look, and it will turn up when I’m ready. Well this woman will be tucked up in bed with a bottle of Sprite, and a packet of choc chip cookies. (PS – I am thinking about nipping out to the shop for some pistachio nuts. Healthier!)

Unless I get a burst of energy in the morning, the next time you here from me I’ll be in the U.S. Oh, and pray for me that I’m not being served curry on my flight. I’ve never been a curry fan, and I’m not about to become one now.

Porky

Thursdays seem to be a bit of a blowout for updating this blog because I always seem to get waylaid! With it being my last day at work before I go off on my holidays, this will be a brief visit.

I spent most of yesterday in a state of paranoia, as I decided after I got dressed yesterday morning that I’m getting a bit chubby around the tummy area. Unfortunately I discovered this shortly before I had to leave for work so I didn’t have time to change. Why can’t I be one of those people where the food goes straight to my arse? Why do I have to get a belly?

Now it’s not enormous, but I’m definitely ‘feeling’ it!

There are 3 possible reasons for my sudden weight gain:

1) I am retaining water during my PMT (or is it PMS)? – Please let it be this one!
2) I had to start taking steroids for a weird disorder that I was diagnosed with (I will expand another time), and I may appetite has increased dramatically.
3) I’ve had an immaculate conception – just joking!

Went to a leaving do last night and there were a few cute men out. Had a few conversations and one is threatening to call. I will be nice if he does though!

I must run as my boss is shooting me filthy looks wondering what I am doing!