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Honey

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Hello.

I’m back. I need to be back.

Oh sorry to disappoint you, you thought you were rid of me right?

I’m trying to sort my life out now.

I’ve done a few changes in the last 2 weeks. The main ones being finishing mr married man and cutting communication, telling my family and friends about the depression, seeing my family two weeks in a row (normally only at Christmas) and speaking to my bosses about time off for counselling.

I also went to the hen party which I was adamant I wasn’t going to go to. But I think that needs a post of its own ;)

Now to get my social life back. Damn, whats a social life?

I’m going clubbing Friday night and have a date Saturday night. Remember when I got a little bit too drunk?It’s with that guy ;) so I’m not going to get my hopes up here! I need to do something Sunday, or I’ll mope. I need to keep busy.

Other than that, I don’t know where to go from there. Any ideas?

Single

There. I did it.

I told him I couldn’t cope with dating him anymore.

Of course, he started ranting again throwing insults in there and so on. I ignored it. I deleted his number. I deleted him on foursquare.

Single. All alone.

So you’d think after all these mistakes I’d have a good idea of what I was looking for. So here we go.

1. Single. you’d have thought I would have understood that before right?

2. No criminal record.

3. No children.

4. No dealing.

5. No lying.

6. Not living with parents.

7. Employment.

8. Great personality.

9. Supportive.

10. Attractive.

Do men like this exist?

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Plenty More Fish

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You know that old saying, there are plenty more fish in the sea, well, I thought I’d take this literally.

I have a friend who’s on the dating website, so I thought I’d see what its like.

I do not like it.

Some of the questions on the ‘quiz’ were hilarious though.

Answer strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree.

White lies, like faking orgasm, are perfectly normal in maintaining a relationship

Strongly disagree, definitely. In the case of faking orgasm anyway.

So I had just signed up, filled in the litte writing about me section and within 5 minutes, I had 5 messages. Five. I didn’t even have a photo up at this point!

After about half an hour I added a photo, then the messages kept coming. I was actually getting annoyed with the amount of emails. And the lack of wit from the men.

One, aged 53, asked if I wanted to be a ‘sugar babe’. Maybe I should add sugar daddies need not apply.

I’ve had ‘oioi’, usual copy and paste rants about themselves, a few ‘wow you’re stunning blah blah’ that must be sent to every girl and even a cheesy joke. Literally. I went to the shop the other day and a man started to throw cheese at me… I thought how mature!

I’ve been on social sites before, met people from the internet since 14 and I’m pretty used to it. But this, it’s just a whole different kettle of fish.

I’ll go back to drowning my sorrows with the rest I think.

Sunshine

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Waheyyyy, the suns back!

I put a dress on yesterday, the sun vanished. I jinxed it obviously. Today I’m so far in underwear. If I dare put a dress on I fear a storm will suddenly appear!

I love that it’s sunny, as it means I won’t fecking freeze to death later.

Last year I was still going out in a thick winter coat well into the summer. It’s cold at night, right? It wasn’t until my mate threatened me that I finally stopped wearing it.

I’m looking forward to going out. Gonna wear my shortest dress. It’s a no brainer right.
Last time I went out I wore a nice dress, it wasn’t exactly amazing though. I need something to get me noticed. To get me back out there. Which is hard, with hundreds of other pretty girls all in tight short dresses and high heels.

Unfortunately the clubs changed to the one where I took Mr MM. And the dress I want to wear is the one I wore that night. I’m not exactly helping myself.

But hey, if I can pull a married man in this dress, single men must be easy ;)

It’s not about pulling though, it’s about me. I’m allowed to be vain and shallow for a while, it’s confidence building. What do you mean no? It is. I said so.
I just want to be able to have fun, and have a laugh. I’m not on antibiotics this time either, so getting drunk is an option. Although when drinks are upwards of £10 each, it’s a bit depressing of a challenge.

My male friend keeps trying to set us challenges. Although he thinks every challenge is unfair as I have an advantage as a female. So go on, set us a challenge? Just for fun ;)

Strong

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I’d love to say I’m a strong person, but I’m not. I’m pretty weak.

Camden is out of my comfort zone, but I thought I’d give it a try.

We went to Shaka Zulu which is an incredible club, with escalators instead of stairs which is just amazing, and Kimberly from Pussycat Dolls was on the table next to us.

I just felt so out of it, like I didn’t want to be there.

There weren’t many men, so I stuck with my friends. I tried to encourage them to go talk to the ladies, but they ‘play the game’… which is a wimps way of saying they’re too shy ;)

One guy approached me who had previously been banned for being too pervy. He was the sort that I knew wouldn’t leave me alone if I started talking to him.

Why aren’t you dancing? Do you think all men are sleazes?
Yes
What? Even me?
Yes
*he said something but I turned away*

He approached one of my friends
Keep away from her, she’s a slag.

I know I was a bit harsh, but seriously. A slag? Not quite.

I looked around at all the beautiful girls and I just didn’t belong here. I stood behind a pillar before I had some alcohol in me, I just wanted to hide away.

I danced, my friend commented your dancing has improved. Erm, what an insult! But he also said I looked beautiful as ever, so I’ll let him off. Just.

Another friend tried to dance with me one and one, like holding me close. The problems with this are he’s smaller than me in heels, I felt extremely uncomfortable, and the height made it hard to balance. Que awkward dancing!

Maybe I’m not ready for hitting the town just yet. My confidence could do with some work.

Man hunt on hold!

Dancing Shoes

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Tonight I am going to put on my short sluty best dress, and get back out there.
I shall dance the night away Or sit in the corner crying all night

In the summer, I had great confidence. I would even be first up on the dance floor. Someone has to be first right?

My heels shall see daylight night lights once more, and kill my feet of course in the process.

My friend is picking me up, which I feel is slightly cheating my independence, but Camden is a bit tricky to get to. I told him I would of course give him petrol money. His reply ‘and the rest of it’. Erm…

I love going out with the guys, the girls are all a bit older than me and would rather sit and chat, but the guys are much better at clubbing. Plus, when guys I’m not interested won’t leave me alone I pretend to be engaged to my mate ;)

The only problem is the antibiotics.. you’re not meant to drink right?

Hurt or Heal just informed me though that I won’t die, just get really drunk really quickly.

As a bit of a lightweight, I do that anyway!

We shall see how the evening goes, if I ever manage to chose an outfit.

I will apologise now for any drunked tweeting later ;)

Let the man hunt begin!