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Media circus.....

It seems its starting again, but this time I feel strangely nervous, possibly because of the criticism last time, maybe because I know what I'm letting myself in for, and maybe because this is now a serious, and large, part of my life and not a frivolous, light hearted chat with a journalist. Its interesting to some degree, fun and distracting, but equally damaging and I have seen a few friends fall by the wayside, and two very special men freaked out by the circus. I think that's the hardest thing to deal with, because they never know the real me when they are caught up in the melee. I know its only a matter of time before it calms down, and hopefully then I can get back to some form of normality, and by then maybe I will be distracted by other special men, but I will always be disappointed about what the consequences of this life have been. This is a brief blog today, there will be much more to come, rushing off for photos, hair and makeup, and no doubt being styled to look
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Friends without Faces.....

We sit and we type, we stare at our screens We all have to wonder what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the sites in a maze Looking for someone as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name We want recognition but it's always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships but why we don’t know Some of these friendships will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen we can be so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share the thought in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter' and those we can trust. Even though it is crazy the truth still
Sorry for not blogging much for the past couple of days, been mid crisis with a friend but unfortunately not much can be blogged about that. I was planning a very funny blog about going to the doctors but I've decided to hold off telling it until another day. After hearing about Jades death today, somehow an oddly humorous story about a gynaecologist visit didn't seem appropriate. Anyway, for this particular short blog, I'm going to say to anyone who is ill at the moment, who has just lost someone or who is facing a very difficult time ahead, my thoughts are with you. It makes me realise that whatever any of us are doing on the IE site, on here or any other site, whether married, attached or single, we should take the opportunity to grab life with both hands and kiss it, in fact, do anything you want to it, because if anyones death (Jade, Natasha Richardson, Wendy Richard to name just 3 in the past couple of weeks) teaches us anything it should be 'Life is too sh

George Michael.........

No, don't worry, this post isn't specifically about George Michael, I'm not some strange obsessed fan :) Following my interesting encounter yesterday, not exactly the 'normal' date that I am used to, I began to wonder if I need (or others on here and the IE site need) George Michael sex to make me tingle. Let me explain. I am sure most married/attached people get incredibly bored with mundane, missionary position sex. Admittedly it gets that way over time with a partner, and most relationships end up boring in the bedroom, but what is my excuse for needing something more 'exciting, risque or kinky'? George Michael has admitted that normal sex doesn't turn him on anymore. He needs to do things in strange places, or with strangers, to be aroused sufficiently to get the 'buzz'. I realised that I don't really like normal anymore, but I'm not in a long relationship where the sex could possibly have got boring. After my latest encounter

Change.....

Men marry a woman and hope she never changes, and she does. Women marry a man and hope he will change, and he doesn't. *********************************************************** I read the article by Simon Jones in the Times yesterday and part of me felt incredibly sorry for his wife, but another part agreed with him, and he was echoing what I'd already said a few weeks ago. http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/relationships/article5881689.ece Admittedly I was talking generally, and not about a specific person in my life, so for that reason my heart goes out to her, but, apart from sounding a little pompous, selfish and arrogant, he has a fair point. I hear it so often from men - 'my wife doesn't understand me', 'my wife went off sex when she had the baby', 'my wife stopped paying attention to me years ago', 'I just miss the cuddles' 'she's not the woman she was' etc etc, and that got me thinking, if she hadn&#

Sunday morning.....

In the words of Lionel Richie, I'm easy like Sunday morning :) No, that doesn't refer to my sexual habits, its refers to my perfect Sunday mornings, week after week :) As a single girl I take it for granted that Sundays are my own, they are peaceful, I stay in bed as long as I want, I eat what I like for breakfast or meet friends for a Sunday lunch in the pub and a catch up. I wear what I like if I'm not going out :) The housework only gets done if I want to but that's usually Saturdays job. I 'potter' and read books, and usually have Sunday afternoon watching old movies like I did when I was a kid. 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' is lined up for today, along with the rugby of course. I sneak off to my local farm shop for a piece of their perfect cheesecake and do some writing, inspired by the surroundings, the peace and tranquility, but whatever I choose to do if just that, my choice. I suppose my ramblings this morning are about the fact that I feel so

Lost innocence .......

I'm not sure if its a shame or a blessing that my innocent view on life has deserted me. Admittedly it did so many moons ago, but it made me smile the past couple of days. Not sure why recently, I suppose it does it often, but yesterday I saw a man parked at the side of the road, innocently no doubt, on the phone. Out in the middle of nowhere, well off the road, engrossed in a call, I immediately assumed he was talking his lover! No chance that it could be business or the Mrs , it had to be his lover, that call he makes before the phone gets turned off and hidden for the night :) Even sitting in the pub at lunchtime, having a very lovely illicit encounter of my own, I looked around and wondered how many other couples were in the same position. You could tell from the flowing conversation across tables, and very close body language, that the majority weren't married :) But it has spread further than 'are they having an affair' curiosity. I now look at total stran

I'm writing.......

Finally I can sit and do some work tonight :) Tonights work is going to involve finding out more about what constitutes a bad date? Is it something as trivial as simply no attraction, or a date eating with their mouth open? or can it be something hideous, like watching said date lick their plate in a restaurant, or strop off if a suggested 'grope' is turned down? I've had some corkers in my time, and I always assumed it was just me, but apparently not. In the process of writing the book I've chatted to friends, family and strangers, about their hideous dating experiences. It has been hilarious, and very depressing in some cases, to hear that I don't have the monopoly on the 'bad date'. From the man who sent me a photograph of his much younger and much better looking brother, to the man who forced his way into my house, my dates have been 'interesting' to say the least. I've walked away laughing, and I've run away screaming (literally) b

Bad day at the office.....

The short fat bald one appeared :( And can't fix my 'problem' until later in the week! I guess I'll have to be visiting friends, towel in hand, for the next couple of days! How incredibly frustrating, and not even some eye candy to help the medicine go down! lol. So, I'm grumpy now, and need cheering up :) Any suggestions?

British Workmen......

Unfortunately I'm stuck in the house, with the age old problem of 'waiting for a workman to turn up'. We've all been there, we've all wasted hours of our lives doing it, but hey, these things are sent to try us, and it means I can work on my blog ;) Anyway, this isn't a moan about British workmen, its actually about the attractiveness of certain jobs. My plumber, who I'm hoping will be coming today, and not sending his short fat bald assistant :) is stunning. He could easily be a model and has a body to die for, but obviously, because he's here to do a job I couldn't possibly cross that line, but it doesn't stop me dressing well and making sure my hair is nice lol. But how many of us would cross that line? Are there particular jobs that are more attractive, as opposed to the person? I know girls appreciate a nice fireman, policeman, or professional man in suit, but what do guys like? Is it the predictable nurse, policewoman and headmistre

Beauty ....

I'm watching Katie Price on TV and its made me ask the question what makes a woman beautiful. We are surrounded by media telling us we have to be size 4, skinny, big boobs, tall, long hair, long nails, perfect makeup, just the right clothes, but is that what makes us beautiful? As Jordan she was a sex symbol, driving men wild up and down the country, and as Katie Price, although the image has changed dramatically, she is still very attractive to many, but as many?? Who knows. Has she attracted a new breed of 'follower' by being a yummy mummy? Cheryl Cole, a stunning woman, amazing figure, hair, face, exterior but it wasn't enough for her to keep her man faithful. Her husband has wandered, you would think because she's traditionally beautiful he wouldn't need to. Liz Hurley, also a stunning woman, amazing figure, hair, face, exterior but it wasn't enough for Hugh Grant to stay faithful, ending up with a hooker, who quite frankly was not a classic beauty. Is i

Different types .......

I'm looking into the wide variety of men who choose to have an affair, an illicit encounter, a fling, a one night stand, and their reasons for doing so. Its impossible to pigeon-hole people, but in my experience it seems they all (in some shape or form) fall into one of three categories. I wonder which you are :) Mr Womaniser - the man who has been doing this for years, he's had countless affairs, flings, one night stands, call them what you like, while he was 'courting' his wife, and since the wedding. Its a natural thing for him. He adamantly believes that monogamy is an unnatural state and men are meant to spread their seed. His wife is oblivious because the lifestyle he has created for her has blinded her rationality. He is usually debonair, charming, attractive, smart, intelligent and witty. He knows what he has and knows how to use it and has been using it, over and over, since the day he hit puberty. No one on the earth would ever stop him doing what he does best

Another one bites the dust......

I suppose its a side effect of being a serial mistress, and dating more than one guy, that eventually one or two will fall by the wayside and quickly be replaced. Is it natural selection, survival of the fittest, or stupidity on their part? lol. Another one has recently bitten the dust, surprisingly (or not, however you view my recent 'activities') because of the media attention. He assumed (but was never told) that he was the only one. He goes home to his wife every night, and has another girlfriend he sees occasionally, but was 'beside himself' when he realised I had more than one suitor. He felt seeing me once a fortnight was enough for any girl (ahhh the delusions of a man with an over inflated ego lol), and thought I couldn't possibly need any other attention because three text messages and one call a day sufficed! :) Anyway, the dummy has been tossed from the pram, along with the teddy and a small ball, which is still bouncing around my living room :)