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.