Today is my 29th birthday. Yes that's correct readers, I only have 1 more year of stupidity before I have to start thinking about growing up.
I did a similar post on my birthday some time ago about things I wanted to achieve in the year, needless to say I haven't learnt to drive or lost the maximum amount of weight that I could ever lose without being classed as an ill person or any of the other things I was so keen on achieving.
This year I don't see the point in setting goals and not achieving them, that's not to say that having goals is a bad thing but I feel like I get pressured into thinking I should be achieving these things, when in actual fact, I just don't want to fucking do them.
Everyone keeps telling me I should learn to drive. I am the most annoyingly terrified passenger you will ever meet. Literally I grab hold of the door at the slightest twinge of a break pad. I am terrible at sitting in a car. So everyone keeps saying I should learn to drive one?! Me, the most uncoordinated person in history. I took a couple of lessons and I can honestly say I hated driving almost as much as I hate being driven. I'm sick of being told that I should learn, that there is no freedom like knowing you can just get in your car and drive away. Where will your freedom get you when you are being cut out of some tin can car after a lorry decides you've had your time in this world? Shove you freedom up your arse and I'll take the train!
So this year I guess my only goal should be to have a back bone and tell people that it is my life and they cannot keep telling me what I should be doing with it, that if "they were me" they could do what they want but they are not me, so they can back off.
On the dating front I met someone on a train two weeks ago, it turns out he lives in the same town as me and we ducked of the train and into a nearby pub for an impromptu date. It was massive amounts of fun, we even had a cheeky snog at the end of the night.
He is lovely looking and our flirty text banter is keeping me very well entertained. Just one snag, we haven't actually made it out on a second date yet. When Gal Single utters the words "well I am busy on Tuesday and Wednesday, oh and Thursday and Friday" you know she really is burning the candle at both ends.
He's made noises about going out on Saturday for a cinema date so I'll keep you updated and will detail the whole meeting if there is something to tell on Sunday.
Until next time
Love
SG
X
Tuesday 25 March 2014
Sunday 16 March 2014
for you
Angel of god my guardian dear
To whom gods love commits me here
Ever this day be at my side
To light and guard
To rule and guide
Sleep tight Hen x
Love
Me
X
To whom gods love commits me here
Ever this day be at my side
To light and guard
To rule and guide
Sleep tight Hen x
Love
Me
X
Saturday 8 March 2014
Sister singles dating disaster
My little sister has recently become single and has had a couple of promising dates, and one not so much!
Sister single met James in a bar on a girls night out, he was gorgeous and she was drunk.
They arranged to meet in the same bar the next day. Sister single wore jeans and a blazer (standard date outfit)
They settled down with a beer and a rosé and started chatting.
Talk soon turned to how log they had been single and past relationships and James, who worked on a farm, referred to himself in the third person, this is always a bad sign.
He then went on a rant about how he hates women who get drunk, why he took her to a bar I'll never know!
But the main problem with the date was the fact that he'd been sectioned, this in itself is not something you might necessarily think is a fair reason not to see someone after all mental health issues are very common. However this is something that you shouldn't necessarily go into detail about in a date.
The reason for his issues is that his alcoholic fiancé passed away, very sad but that is enough to make a girl run a mile! He should have left the details out for a while, it's a very delicate issue.
Sister single's face said it all and he knew he wouldn't see her again, but in a horrible way I am glad it's not just me that had bad dates!
Sister single and I are going to have a girls night out soon and see where the night takes us.
Until next time
Love
SG
X
Sister single met James in a bar on a girls night out, he was gorgeous and she was drunk.
They arranged to meet in the same bar the next day. Sister single wore jeans and a blazer (standard date outfit)
They settled down with a beer and a rosé and started chatting.
Talk soon turned to how log they had been single and past relationships and James, who worked on a farm, referred to himself in the third person, this is always a bad sign.
He then went on a rant about how he hates women who get drunk, why he took her to a bar I'll never know!
But the main problem with the date was the fact that he'd been sectioned, this in itself is not something you might necessarily think is a fair reason not to see someone after all mental health issues are very common. However this is something that you shouldn't necessarily go into detail about in a date.
The reason for his issues is that his alcoholic fiancé passed away, very sad but that is enough to make a girl run a mile! He should have left the details out for a while, it's a very delicate issue.
Sister single's face said it all and he knew he wouldn't see her again, but in a horrible way I am glad it's not just me that had bad dates!
Sister single and I are going to have a girls night out soon and see where the night takes us.
Until next time
Love
SG
X
Thursday 6 March 2014
Making friends and not influencing anyone
Last night I attended a networking event for work, it was very interesting and informative from a work front.
London, like most cities can be a lonely place, people don't seem to talk to each other unless the situation, such as this event, demands it.
I make conversation wherever I go, earlier this week I met a pre op transsexual who is a slave to a madam (I couldn't even make this stuff up)
Having said that despite how chatty I am, I'm actually quiet shy. It baffles me sometimes why people would want to be friends with me, I've never seen myself with much to offer in that regard.
But last night I met a lovely woman who apparently wants to be my friend.
We got chatting about the event and the topics surrounding it, gossiping about people we knew in the industry, talking about families.
She has exactly the same sense of humour as me and seems like she'd be a really good laugh.
When you meet someone and you click like that you just know don't you? It was ridiculous that at the age of 28 I still had the feeling that I desperately wanted this woman to like me and be my friend.
How needy is that?!
It was like wanting to sit with the popular girls at lunch and always feeling outside of that group, this woman is successful, funny and cool, why would she want to be friends with me?
At the end of the event she asked if I had a business card (I don't have cards I am definitely not important enough!) so she suggested I write my email address on one of hers so she could email me and arrange to meet up again.
I was elated! Someone wants to be my friend, someone liked me enough at the first meeting to want to get together socially, I was sitting with the popular girls!
It's quiet a pathetic side to my nature really, that I like this kind of validation, but hey, it got validated!
So as I get older and making new friends is as difficult as meeting dates, if not more so, every now and again someone comes along to remind you that sometimes life can be like sex in the city, so Miranda and I will go out for a cocktail in skyscraper heels to find Charlotte and Samantha :-)
Until next time
Love
SG
X
London, like most cities can be a lonely place, people don't seem to talk to each other unless the situation, such as this event, demands it.
I make conversation wherever I go, earlier this week I met a pre op transsexual who is a slave to a madam (I couldn't even make this stuff up)
Having said that despite how chatty I am, I'm actually quiet shy. It baffles me sometimes why people would want to be friends with me, I've never seen myself with much to offer in that regard.
But last night I met a lovely woman who apparently wants to be my friend.
We got chatting about the event and the topics surrounding it, gossiping about people we knew in the industry, talking about families.
She has exactly the same sense of humour as me and seems like she'd be a really good laugh.
When you meet someone and you click like that you just know don't you? It was ridiculous that at the age of 28 I still had the feeling that I desperately wanted this woman to like me and be my friend.
How needy is that?!
It was like wanting to sit with the popular girls at lunch and always feeling outside of that group, this woman is successful, funny and cool, why would she want to be friends with me?
At the end of the event she asked if I had a business card (I don't have cards I am definitely not important enough!) so she suggested I write my email address on one of hers so she could email me and arrange to meet up again.
I was elated! Someone wants to be my friend, someone liked me enough at the first meeting to want to get together socially, I was sitting with the popular girls!
It's quiet a pathetic side to my nature really, that I like this kind of validation, but hey, it got validated!
So as I get older and making new friends is as difficult as meeting dates, if not more so, every now and again someone comes along to remind you that sometimes life can be like sex in the city, so Miranda and I will go out for a cocktail in skyscraper heels to find Charlotte and Samantha :-)
Until next time
Love
SG
X
Wednesday 5 March 2014
Oh brother where art thou?
I haven't met someone for ages who has made me go "phwoar!" Having been single for some time now I had started to think it was going to take someone pretty special to get my knickers in a twist.
Southern comforts daughter turned one on valentines day this year and we had the party the day after.
I should explain that my raging hangover that day was not my fault, ok it was slightly my fault but due to the single ladies of my new workplace wanting to go out and my insistence that I was only going to a little while (an outright lie!) the next day I woke up feeling a little ropey.
But the most important thing was that I was there on time and ready to help, and I didn't break my promise, I put on an oscar winning performance and no one guessed that I could have thrown up an any moment. Particularly when on the bouncy castle, why do I do these things to myself?
Southern comfort has two brothers, one of which is married with two lovely children, this brother was the heartthrob of our school and everyone fancied him, he must of got sick of the attention from his younger sisters teenage friends!
The other brother was so quiet I don't even really remember him being at school if I am honest, we were all too busy looking at brother number one. Fast forward ten years or so and brother number two is (as I suddenly realised at the party) bloody gorgeous!
Now southern comfort is aware that I think her brother is a hottie so this won't come as a surprise to her, but it came as a surprise to me as I really didn't expect to be taken with someone I hardly know.
Not sure what to do about it as I am not convinced he could pick me out of a line up if asked but there you have it, it turns out I am not dead from the waist down.
But you know that feeling when you fancy someone and you think about them a bit more that you would care to admit? It's a nice feeling to have sometimes. It takes me back to being young and having crushes on people that you'd never spoken too.
Not sure I should encourage southern comforts match making though, she is a terror for it!
Until next time
Love
SG
X
Southern comforts daughter turned one on valentines day this year and we had the party the day after.
I should explain that my raging hangover that day was not my fault, ok it was slightly my fault but due to the single ladies of my new workplace wanting to go out and my insistence that I was only going to a little while (an outright lie!) the next day I woke up feeling a little ropey.
But the most important thing was that I was there on time and ready to help, and I didn't break my promise, I put on an oscar winning performance and no one guessed that I could have thrown up an any moment. Particularly when on the bouncy castle, why do I do these things to myself?
Southern comfort has two brothers, one of which is married with two lovely children, this brother was the heartthrob of our school and everyone fancied him, he must of got sick of the attention from his younger sisters teenage friends!
The other brother was so quiet I don't even really remember him being at school if I am honest, we were all too busy looking at brother number one. Fast forward ten years or so and brother number two is (as I suddenly realised at the party) bloody gorgeous!
Now southern comfort is aware that I think her brother is a hottie so this won't come as a surprise to her, but it came as a surprise to me as I really didn't expect to be taken with someone I hardly know.
Not sure what to do about it as I am not convinced he could pick me out of a line up if asked but there you have it, it turns out I am not dead from the waist down.
But you know that feeling when you fancy someone and you think about them a bit more that you would care to admit? It's a nice feeling to have sometimes. It takes me back to being young and having crushes on people that you'd never spoken too.
Not sure I should encourage southern comforts match making though, she is a terror for it!
Until next time
Love
SG
X
Monday 3 March 2014
Coming up for coffee
I realise I haven't filled you in on what happened with the drunky monkey date.
After I had out him on the train and he text to apologise/offer me sexual favours I had written this date off.
But I was swayed by a couple of people at work who said he may have been nervous and to give him a shot, after all we had loads in common at the start of the first date.
So I relented and he invited me for coffee close the my office, he would text me when he was near my workplace he said.
At ten to six I text him to see if we were still meeting, I don't finish till six but I hadn't heard from him since that morning. No reply.
So I took myself off to the station, my train leaves at half six and that was all the time I was going to give him. Half six came and went and I left on my train home. I was half expecting a text to say he had arrived but I figured in those circumstances I would just arrange it for another night, I hadn't taken him out of his way.
No text. Nothing, from that day to this I haven't heard from him. Part of me thinks he just wanted to see if he could get me out with him again and once this was confirmed he wasn't bothered about meeting up.
Perhaps the thought of sobriety that evening was just too much for him.
Whatever the reason it is incredibly rude and I am very happy I didn't waste time hanging around. I deleted his number quickly to avoid any circumstance where I might sent him a "you're a fucking shit bag" text (it's tempting)
A colleague of mine is single and has agreed to go speed dating with me, after some persuasion. She is an avid football (soccer) fan and said she didn't think it was be for her as that's all she'll have to talk about with the men. I'd say that makes her almost every mans dream woman!
Until next time
Love
SG
X
After I had out him on the train and he text to apologise/offer me sexual favours I had written this date off.
But I was swayed by a couple of people at work who said he may have been nervous and to give him a shot, after all we had loads in common at the start of the first date.
So I relented and he invited me for coffee close the my office, he would text me when he was near my workplace he said.
At ten to six I text him to see if we were still meeting, I don't finish till six but I hadn't heard from him since that morning. No reply.
So I took myself off to the station, my train leaves at half six and that was all the time I was going to give him. Half six came and went and I left on my train home. I was half expecting a text to say he had arrived but I figured in those circumstances I would just arrange it for another night, I hadn't taken him out of his way.
No text. Nothing, from that day to this I haven't heard from him. Part of me thinks he just wanted to see if he could get me out with him again and once this was confirmed he wasn't bothered about meeting up.
Perhaps the thought of sobriety that evening was just too much for him.
Whatever the reason it is incredibly rude and I am very happy I didn't waste time hanging around. I deleted his number quickly to avoid any circumstance where I might sent him a "you're a fucking shit bag" text (it's tempting)
A colleague of mine is single and has agreed to go speed dating with me, after some persuasion. She is an avid football (soccer) fan and said she didn't think it was be for her as that's all she'll have to talk about with the men. I'd say that makes her almost every mans dream woman!
Until next time
Love
SG
X
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