There's something about Fridays (apart from it being my favourite day of the week, so much so, that I always call it Happy Friday). It's a day when things happen. This Friday was no different. An email announced the imminent departure of N, our little Aussie ray of sunshine who is returning to Oz with her new husband.
I'm delighted for her of course, but I am really going to miss that smiley face and her totally rubbish jokes. She's one of those people who lights up a room and has the knack of making you feel like you are the most important person in it.
While I was just getting my head around this news, I learnt some great news from Kels. Her hubby who was made redundant 8 months ago, has just landed a consultancy role. What makes her hubby so special is his realness. He's an old style, stand up good guy, who values his life with Kels over everything else. When he couldn't get a job he wanted, he took whatever he could find to make sure the bills still got paid. In short he's the type of 'real deal' guy, who is increasingly rare.
In the process Kels has changed too. She's still a little princess (and a very amusing one at that- pretty, smart blonde, kind hearted and endearingly funny), but she appreciates things much more; her life and the relationship with her husband have been strengthened and seeing her so happy is a real joy.
It is nice to be reminded once in a while, that love doesn't always have to be one massive drama (my lovelife excluded of course in that summation), or complicated by life's obstacles, an entity that ebbs and flows and sometimes disappoints. Sometimes love can be as simple as being there for someone, sticking with them through the tough stuff and loving them all the more for it. Good to see I'm still such an optimistic cow right - Not! - Well not if I'm involved in that relationship anyway!
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Taking The Reins !
In the game of love, sometimes long-held rules need to be laid aside to move on. A classic example of this is in the first contact stage.
The wink online has become the easist way to say "Hi. Love the profile and can't quite believe the picture that goes along with it". But what happens when you find yourself duelling with a serial winker?
JWll has winked at me not once, not twice, 8 times. While your average diva might find this sort of e-worship diverting, yours truly is over it. Instead of winking, try talking you idiot I was tempted to reply.
The reason for my tough stance is historic. Every relationship I've ever had has been helped along by me being 'proactive'. It is a skill all women are capable of exhibiting; what can I say I'm an impatient diva, who likes to sprinkle a trail of bed crumbs to help any reluctant suitors on the way to the cookie jar.
With MS, after months of kitchen flirting, I asked him when exactly he was taking me for lunch. With N, I moved my bag off the seat next to me (who says travelling on the bus can't be romantic?) and ensured I looked totally foxy everytime he saw me. Finally, I bumped into him accidentially on purpose, asked his name and closed the deal with his phone number and a date.
After an break-up however, painless ( R I salute you for making me realise that breaking up isn't so hard to do all the time, you miserable dog!), a diva likes to adopt a fresh approach. Mine was to be all aloof and 'interesting'. To stand back and let the bees buzz around me. As this has proved an overriding failure, I have decided to revert to type to move things along.
Instead of me waiting like little Ms Gingham, waiting for that cute country boy to ask her to the barn dance, I am going back to doing the asking or 'helping' it to happen. Unladylike - maybe? Effective, most definitely!
The wink online has become the easist way to say "Hi. Love the profile and can't quite believe the picture that goes along with it". But what happens when you find yourself duelling with a serial winker?
JWll has winked at me not once, not twice, 8 times. While your average diva might find this sort of e-worship diverting, yours truly is over it. Instead of winking, try talking you idiot I was tempted to reply.
The reason for my tough stance is historic. Every relationship I've ever had has been helped along by me being 'proactive'. It is a skill all women are capable of exhibiting; what can I say I'm an impatient diva, who likes to sprinkle a trail of bed crumbs to help any reluctant suitors on the way to the cookie jar.
With MS, after months of kitchen flirting, I asked him when exactly he was taking me for lunch. With N, I moved my bag off the seat next to me (who says travelling on the bus can't be romantic?) and ensured I looked totally foxy everytime he saw me. Finally, I bumped into him accidentially on purpose, asked his name and closed the deal with his phone number and a date.
After an break-up however, painless ( R I salute you for making me realise that breaking up isn't so hard to do all the time, you miserable dog!), a diva likes to adopt a fresh approach. Mine was to be all aloof and 'interesting'. To stand back and let the bees buzz around me. As this has proved an overriding failure, I have decided to revert to type to move things along.
Instead of me waiting like little Ms Gingham, waiting for that cute country boy to ask her to the barn dance, I am going back to doing the asking or 'helping' it to happen. Unladylike - maybe? Effective, most definitely!
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Apologies and Questions
First big apologies to A. I was rather naughty yesterday and 'published' some irresistable (well I thought so anyway) snippets of a email loop online he was involved in. For this, I am truly sorry and have taken the offending material off the blog permanently. Sorry again A and for those of you who missed it - that will teach you not to read me more regularly!
A was as ever chilled about it, telling me I should be more careful which I will be in future and accepting that although I had asked permission to use the material, I should have let him check the context of the usage first. Fortunately, he accepted my apology and I promised him a diet coke as a peace offering (yes, he drinks girlie reduced calorie drinks!)
Just before we draw a veil over things though A, I still think it's weird that the person in question, couldn't simply talk to you face to face as opposed to emailing you about what was bugging them. Clearly they didn't appreciate what an open, straight-talking sometimes sensitive (only on holidays and Madonna's birthday!) guy you are.
Now that harmony has been restored, I have a question what does a diva do with a crate of wine, left by an ex at their home, before the inevitable "I don't think this is working" talk or in the case of R and I, just stop taking each other's calls - the easiest break-up I ever had ! Will have to put my thinking cap on!
A was as ever chilled about it, telling me I should be more careful which I will be in future and accepting that although I had asked permission to use the material, I should have let him check the context of the usage first. Fortunately, he accepted my apology and I promised him a diet coke as a peace offering (yes, he drinks girlie reduced calorie drinks!)
Just before we draw a veil over things though A, I still think it's weird that the person in question, couldn't simply talk to you face to face as opposed to emailing you about what was bugging them. Clearly they didn't appreciate what an open, straight-talking sometimes sensitive (only on holidays and Madonna's birthday!) guy you are.
Now that harmony has been restored, I have a question what does a diva do with a crate of wine, left by an ex at their home, before the inevitable "I don't think this is working" talk or in the case of R and I, just stop taking each other's calls - the easiest break-up I ever had ! Will have to put my thinking cap on!
Sunday, 23 August 2009
The Dating Coven
When you are writing a blog, not only do you become a great listener and observor of people, you also take note of all your competition.
Reading Stella's Single Girl About Town was like checking in with a bad girl, as she recounted going to a wedding, meeting a sort of ex and ending up drunk, snogging her sort of ex, who having 'finished' with her, asked why "You are attractive. You are fun. So why won't anyone go out with you". This after he'd just pulled her ! Men really can be arses sometimes!
In the Mail On Sunday just for once Liz Jones wasn't prattering on about her serial shagging, much younger ex-husband, or the millionaire who dated her once, and failed to recognise her the next time they bumped into each other, incidentially when he was on a date with a toy girl. Instead Liz told us all about the little puppy she had just brought.
My newspaper trawl was interrupted by a text from A who is spending the day kayaking with M. "I'm with little M. I think he's winning over Huge......" Can't wait for our latte moment tomorrow !
Reading Stella's Single Girl About Town was like checking in with a bad girl, as she recounted going to a wedding, meeting a sort of ex and ending up drunk, snogging her sort of ex, who having 'finished' with her, asked why "You are attractive. You are fun. So why won't anyone go out with you". This after he'd just pulled her ! Men really can be arses sometimes!
In the Mail On Sunday just for once Liz Jones wasn't prattering on about her serial shagging, much younger ex-husband, or the millionaire who dated her once, and failed to recognise her the next time they bumped into each other, incidentially when he was on a date with a toy girl. Instead Liz told us all about the little puppy she had just brought.
My newspaper trawl was interrupted by a text from A who is spending the day kayaking with M. "I'm with little M. I think he's winning over Huge......" Can't wait for our latte moment tomorrow !
Saturday, 22 August 2009
Syon Park
Sometimes you just have to pack up your rucksack and go. Forget about anything that's bothering you and just take off. One fast train took me to S and R, who drove me onto Syon Park. I walked around the beautiful house and gardens bathed in sunshine. Beyond the conservatory gates, was a mini-garden/courtyard protected by Eros who was 'floating' in the centre of a fountain.
I couldn't stop clicking my camera and I couldn't stop smiling either. The buzz of capturing images, taking time out sitting on the bench beside the fountain and talking nonsense with S and R was just what I needed. There really is more to life than just worrying about what's missing from it. This is something I need to remember more often.
I couldn't stop clicking my camera and I couldn't stop smiling either. The buzz of capturing images, taking time out sitting on the bench beside the fountain and talking nonsense with S and R was just what I needed. There really is more to life than just worrying about what's missing from it. This is something I need to remember more often.
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