The reason why...

Yes, I know... I haven't posted in months and months. But, my dear friends, there is a reason!

You see, I just didn't feel right posting on my own blog about singality, because my life of singledom is over...

That's right, the massive love-cynic has allowed a man into her life once again.

If you remember, my last post was a video of me just before I went on a date, well, said date has swept me off my feet. So, my dear followers, I am now (and have been for a while, admittedly) in a relationship with a lovely person.

P.S: We DON'T use pet names, just for those who were wondering. No 'babe' in our relationship. Thank. God.

Quick Decision:

I will see if you, my favourite blog readers, still want to keep updated with my un-single life. If not, I shall wait until I am single to post again (because knowing me and relationships, it's bound to be soon!)

I'm Alive...

Take a deep breath, and release. I know you were worried that I'd died and that's why I hadn't posted in so long. But, fear not minions! I am alive and well.

I was going to write a blog today, but I realised I was running late, so I thought I'd quickly record a video explaining things. Enjoy.

The not so lovely day of Valentines...

Ahh, the wonderful day of love is yet again upon us. Roses, chocolates and the reminder that I am not going to be given any of these things today. Albeit, I did get a few text messages from my other single friends... Us singles have to stick together on such apparently lonely days.

So, today I was stuck at work all day, as usual... But, waking up it felt like any other day. When I walked into work that's when things went downhill. I think a total of 15 people thought they felt the need to point out the fact that I'm single... Most of the conversations went like this:

Conversation One:
Me: Oh, Happy Valentines Day!
Workmate: You too! Me and my partner... Blah, blah blah FUCKING blah. *Insert ramblings revolving around corny, stupid 'romantic' gestures*
Me: Aww, sounds adorable.
Workmate: Oh yeah, you're single aren't you. You must feel so lonely on days like today. I don't know how you put on a smile and get through. If I were you I'd kill myself right now.

Conversation Two:
Workmate: Aww, these flowers just arrived for me!
Me: That's so sweet!
Workmate: Yeah, it is. Did you get flowers? *Insert awkward pause* Oh yeah, you're single aren't you. You must feel so lonely on days like today. I don't know how you put on a smile and get through. If I were you I'd kill myself right now.

Conversation Three:
Me: I'm heading out for a coffee, do you want one?
Workmate: Oh, no thanks. I'm going home early to prepare dinner for my girlfriend BLAH BLAH BLAH
Me: Aw, you're a sweet guy!
Workmate: Yeah, I bet your boyfriend is sweet too. *Insert awkward silence* Oh yeah, you're single aren't you. You must feel so lonely on days like today. I don't know how you put on a smile and get through. If I were you I'd kill myself right now.

(Note, this is not exactly how the conversations went... But they had pretty much the same feel.) 

And so it went on. So, I just have a few little things to say to all of those happy couples that are looking down on us single people right now.

• I am probably happier out of a relationship than I have ever been whilst in one.
• I am also probably having better sex than you will. Not to mention I can have sex whenever I want, with whoever I want.
• I am free to do what I want without a significant other looking over my shoulder.
• I am NOT depressed to be alone on Valentines Day.
• I think Valentines Day is a commercialised joke.
• Oh, and did I mention that I'm having better sex than you?

So, thanks society for making a day that lets couples think that they're better than us singletons. I am now going out to get drunk and celebrate my singledom.

Quick Decision:
Will post this as a tribute to how I feel about Valentines Day... Will also exclude couples from my galavanting tonight. Just to pay them back :)

If I were a guy, I'd be hard right now...

Now, I'm a girl who very much enjoys a good roll in the hay...

When I want to have sex, I generally get what I want... Well, last night this all changed. It blew my mind! First things first, a guy I know was sick the last few days so I baked some cupcakes (I'm pretty much the nicest person ever) and took them over to his house. I got there, gave him the cupcakes and we just chilled out... That's when things started.

He started playing with my hair, softly stroking my legs and hands and general sweet stuff. Now, I've wanted to do bad, bad things with this guy for a few weeks now and I'm pretty sure you could cut through the sexual tension with a knife. It's pretty bad... So, when he starts stroking higher and higher up my leg, what do I think is going to happen? Well, you guessed it.

But, guess what DIDN'T happen? Well, you guessed it... Again.

Ridiculous, right? I mean, you can't stroke a girls leg and then NOT DO ANYTHING. Sure, we made out a little etc. etc. But, c'mon. We're both adults here, lets move past the teenage making-out stage... Then, that's when his MUM turned up... Two words... Mood killer.

We went through the pleasantries, I put on my "Nice to meet you, I'm a lovely girl" act... When inside, all I could think was:

"If I was a guy, I would be so hard right now... Can you please leave so I can screw the brains out of your lovely baby boy?"

So, I ended up leaving after dinner with him and his lovely (if not vagina blocking) mother and went home to bed... Only to wake up after plenty of dreams about what it would have been like if his mum hadn't turned up.

Pretty sure, right now I have the female equivalent of blue balls.

Quick Decision:
Will find a way to have sex with above-mentioned man THIS weekend. I will not rest until my goal is complete.

Marriage, Curves and Us...

While eating dinner last night my brother said something that really shocked me... He said:

"I'm never going to get married... Because once you get married your partner gets fat and you can't do anything about it."

Coming from a 21-year-old male, I thought... Wow, is this really how everyone thinks? If it is... I'm screwed! It got me thinking, not about marriage but about body issues. Being a healthy 70-something kg's I'm not exactly what you would class as stick thin.

Here's a few facts about me:

• I jiggle when I run
• I have boobs
• I have thighs that sometimes rub together
• I love to eat
• I have curves

Does that class me as unmarriageable? I think not. It classes me as beautiful, unique and sexy.

I sometimes resent the fact that I am a part of society that worships the size 0 models and the fashions that cause eating disorders. Why couldn't I have been born back in the day where the fatter you were the sexier you were... Because, God knows, I'd be one sexy lady. Being curvy impacts my life everyday, even if I don't realise it.

Dating in this world is harder than ever, but put a few kilos on and dating is hell. I'm a healthy young woman, but I know there are some other women out there that don't see the positives of being curvacious.

So, to all of those women out there who have lucious curves:
You don't need a man to tell you you're beautiful.

You are stunning. Just the way you are.

Pet-names + Dating = Death...

Now, I know that when people get to the pet-name stage in their friendship or relationship its usually a good sign. Call me weird and bitter, but I despise most common pet names...

Let me provide examples:

BABE, BABES, BABY
When I get called 'babe' 'babes' 'baby' it makes my skin crawl. It reminds me of some seedy sexual predator that wants to get in my pants. "Come on babe, lets just do it..." Ergh. No thank-you. Also, my dad calls my baby... I don't want any guy that I'm prospectively going to be having sexual relations with to remind me of my dad AT ALL. My ex had a similar name as my dad, that was weird enough!

HONEY
Seriously? You're going to call me honey?! You're going to call me something that is gooey, sweet and goes well on bread? C'mon, you're not going to get laid like that.

POOKIE
If we're being completely honest, I have never been called this. But, one of my friends calls her boyfriend this... And, if I was that guy I would have run for the hills the first time the syllable "Poo" came out of her mouth.

But, the list goes on. Just now, I found a site that apparently gives you the perfect pet-name. So, in goes my name to this little generator and out comes:

Lovey Red Hot-Sweet Cheeks
Call me that if you have a death wish. 'Nuff said.

Now, I'm not all bitter and twisted, there are some exceptions to the otherwise definite hatred of pet-names rule. If a name has come from a personal experience or is personal to you then it is fine. Don't judge me, but I used to get called "Jellyfish" and I was fine with it, it was actually kinda cute. *Cue painful reminiscing of ex-boyfriend*

So, what brings on the discussion of pet-names. From the guy that I went on a date with last Friday comes the pet-name 'babes'. Please refer to the very first example for how I feel about that.

I'm grateful that he has used a pet-name, because it means that he must like me... But, in my world:
Pet-names + Dating = Death.

Quick Decision:
Will pretend that I never heard him call me 'babes' that way I will still be able to look him in the eye. If he calls me it again I will call him 'pookie' just to even the score (everyone's gotta hate that right?).

The day-after protocol...?

Last night I went on a date. Yes, that's right... I went on a date. It wasn't just any date either, it was a GOOD date.

Now, going on a date is all well and good. But, what I'm concerned about is what comes AFTER the date. What is the protocol for who calls who first? 


I guess I should at least explain a bit more about my date, so you can get a feel for my dilemma...

Well, we went to the movies and saw a nice little rom-com, he offered to pay for my ticket and for anything from the candy bar. Chivalrous, right? And, so we go straight up into the movie, no time for mucking around. Anyways, after the movie we went for a walk around and we got along GREAT. I'm not just saying the conversation kept flowing, I'm saying that we were joking, laughing AND actually talking. We went and got some ice-cream (because I have a definite soft-spot for ice-cream!) and we shared our cones. Which was sweet. Anyways, long story short, the date was definitely on my list of top-5 dates.

Which, then brings me to my dilemma... It is now Saturday morning (the morning after) and I am wondering who talks to who first? Do I text him and tell him I had a great night or do I wait for him to text to see if he's still interested? What am I meant to do?!

I don't want to text him straight away because then I might seem desperate...? But, what if he never texts/calls me?! I really want a second date with this guy, and I don't want to scare him off. ADVICE!?


Quick Decision:
Will wait to see if he has called or anything by tonight. If not, I will send him a nonchalant text along the lines of: "Thanks for last night. I had fun :)".

Online Dating and Truckers...

Ahh, being an avid user of the world wide interwebs it was only a matter of time before I fell into the trap that is 'online dating'.

Feeling melancholy, remembering all the good times with my ex, I decided that I needed something to keep my mind off him. (I had my phone in my hand, just about to hit the call button... That would have resulted in a very interesting/depressing story to tell.) Laying in bed playing around with my iPod Touch, I realised that there was an application on there called "Are You Interested?". Apparently I made a profile aeons ago, and had not remembered. I thought, for shits and giggles, I'd see if I had any people interested in me. Much to my shock, people were interested.

With the happiness that people were interested still lingering in my mind a guy by the name of "LebeR" decided to chat with me.  Now, instead of sticking with the general salutation of hello, hey, hi or even bonjour, he opened the conversation with:

"Lets fuck, baby" 


I'm not a prude, and I am quite partial to a good round of intercourse (lets be honest, who isn't...) but, this one line just struck a nerve with me. I got angry... Screenshots will demonstrate:

Note: To read the conversation, it starts at the bottom of each screenshot and goes up.

 Screenshot 1: The initiation of conversation.

Screenshot 2: Me starting to get annoyed.


















Screenshot 3: Him finally realising I'm annoyed.

















It was only after I had finally got him to stop talking that I looked at his profile... He was a 40-something year old trucker who looked very, very scary. If any of you have seen the movie RoadKill, you will know that truckers are definitely something to be scared of...

Quick Decision:
Will keep my profile in the hope of actually finding a nice guy. Will have to put up with the creep show that is: Online Dating.