![]() · Proven Fact - Cocktail Goggles are Real! When intoxicated, men get better looking because we don’t notice the asymmetry of their face. The biological explanation: An symmetric guy is less likely to have genetic defects and makes a better mate. · That "Just wanted to make sure you got my last message" follow-up to an e-mail, text, and voicemail is something that will haunt you always. Just. Don’t. Send .It! · If your bloke breaks up with you out of the blue, the out-of-the-blue part is really only on your end. · No gal in a healthy long-term relationship has ever uttered the words, "Gee, I really wish I'd slept with my man sooner." · A man will subconsciously position his belly button toward the woman in the room he fancies the most — even if he’s speaking with someone else. (You can easily suss out your competition by checking out which women are pointing their belly’s at him, since the rule applies to us women too!) · When a guy repeatedly refers to his exes as "crazy" or" psycho – what is the common denominator with his exes? – HIM. You can be sure that he will use those same words against you one day. · When it comes to meeting men, it helps to have something specific to talk about. The next time you see a hot dude, look for a clue to his personality before starting a conversation. For example, if he’s wearing a Galartasary top, approach him with "I noticed your top. I take it you love football." It’s an opener that’s more natural than contrived. Plus, you’ll put him at ease because you’re talking about something he really likes. · A man that still lives at home with the parents when approaching 30 is just sad. A man at that age that still has his mother buy his clothes is even sadder. This guy is someone that will not commit and will not cut the umbilical cord. I suggest cut your ties while you can. · A guy who rates you or other girls as a number from 1 to 10 is a loser, even if he gives you a 10. You're a woman, not county fair livestock. · The 5/15 Rule - If a dude touches you 5 times in 15 minutes, you are totally in there. A man will find excuses to put his hands on you to see how you respond. He might touch your arm, tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, or play with your necklace. If you tighten up, he knows the score and he should take the hint. · You know that spot you’ve been obsessing over all day because it’s it resembles a second head? Chances are guys won’t even notice. What will they notice? If you happen to look like a jaundiced Oompa-Loompa because of overenthusiastic tanning. Happy Dating! xoxo
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![]() I have been riled out of my bloggers block tonight to return with something to say: Why does it scare the hell out people when they find out Im a single 31 year old gal living in Marmaris? I suppose I had better explain really hadn't I... Over the last few weeks, on 3 totally different occasions, I have been asked (though pity filled eyes) "so why is it that you dont have a boyfriend yet?". How in god's name does one explain that one then? It got to the stage tonight that instead of admitting to being single, I made up a Spanish boyfriend that lives in Istanbul. Why? Because I can not be bothered with trying to explain that I dont and wont settle for second best, that I will only go on a date with a fella that I have a 'click' with, and that yes, for the last sodding time, I have not just split up with someone... I have been single for nearly 4 years (well, on and off but thats a different story for a different blog). Its not as if I am an aging old spinster sitting in my house crying into my pint of vodka alone every night (well, not every night anyway)... I have been on quite a few dates, I have enjoyed myself, I have partied hard and I have not had to answer to anyone. Its safe to say that I frikkin love my freedom. Why shouldn't I love it, I have earnt it after all. I love my 'me' time. I love coming home to Gucci jumping up and down in sheer delight to see his Mam. So back to the main question, why is it that my social status seems to send panic through the mine field of couples? Its not as if Im going to try and steal their man, Im not like that unlike some I know. Dont get me wrong, Im happy that they have found their partner. I however, have not found mine yet and just because of that does not mean that Im a sad and lonely desperado. Hell no. Can I also please point out that I did not come to Turkey for a Man. I didnt have a boyfriend when I arrived. This seems like an alien thing to most here, but why should my single self upset anyone else into pitying me? I do not need pity. What I need is a good night out on the town, I need adventure, I need a girly gossip with my crew, I need my life dam it! If I wanted just any man, I live in Marmaris, so trust me when I say it wouldnt be hard to find. But, I dont just want any man. I believe that I deserve better than settling for some wanker in white socks thinking that being a break dancer is the way forward. Puuurrrllleeeaaasssseeee. Thats just not for me. Im a gal with standards, so please sodding well forgive me for wanting what I want. OK, so in the past I may have been a good time gal, but we all have a past, and thats what mine is: MY PAST. I dont care to judge someone by their past, only their present. I have been called some names on the grape vine that is Marmaris, and mostly by people that dont know me. But why the hell should my life be of such great topic for discussion when most of it is glamorous rumor anyway? OK so maybe I shouldnt have invented a boyfriend to get out of a crap question, but bugger me I feel tired of answering the same thing week in, week out. Give a single gal a break here people please! Its not as if I plan on dying alone for gods sake, its not as if I will remain single forever. Whilst I am though, please let me live my 'oh so upsetting' single life of partying and generally making a complete fool out of myself on the dance floor with moves like my Dads. Let me stay out until the wee small hours of the morning enjoying my single status. Let me get drunk, let me perv over a cute guy that I have no intention of doing anything with, let me be me and just get on with your own life. Please. Off course there are times when this single gal falls into the pit of wondering if my Mr Right is on his way. When this happens, I give myself a slap, pour a vodka, have a bit of a rant and rave, sound off a bit (usually on facebook) and then take a look at what I have got right now. And what I have got right now I quite enjoy. I totally know that there is more frog kissing that I have to endure, but hey, aint that part of the journey? So with that in mind dear 5 readers, if my single status insults you so, why dont you just piss right off or let me get on with it whilst dancing in the rain with my single gal stilettos. |
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