![]() Its Monday night and Im in a rather good mood. As this is a foreign feeling for a Monday, I thought I should make the most of it by blogging. In my last diary entry I had just been dumped (ha, fool!), so I thought why the hell not start my week like I mean to go on, in a bloody good mood and blogging about it. Being dumped by the Yanki was possibly the best thing that could have happened to me last week as it made way for bigger and better. Bigger being the most suitable word of choice in this circumstance (and I dont mean in the way that you think I do, being the good girl that I am). Yes it is quite sufficient to say that I have had a rather large weekend with a rather large dude. In the case of sounding far too Carrie Bradshaw-esk, I would have named this puppy Mr.Big, but alas, that name is already taken. So nothing else for it but to name him 'the huge dude'. I dont wish to be rude about the Yanki as he was OK. But OK is not what Im looking for, so I must say this; thanks Yanki, you did me a huge favor. America is not the best at everything like you would have everyone believe, its Football not Soccer, the countries in Great Britain are not states, and you still owe me a coffee flask. I am like an elephant, I never forget. Actually thats debatable, I do forget lots of things, but choose to remember whats truly important and that happens to be my god dam coffee flask. If someone asked me what I remembered most about dating a Yanki, my answer would be that he lost my coffee flask. Fond memories? Yes, but of my coffee flask. Anyway, back to my weekend. Yes I have enjoyed it and yes I consumed rather a lot of alcohol. We had to start somewhere and Joanne the mingers hotel seemed to be as good a place as any. As the vodka is cheap and the talk was good, it made a good start to the night. From there we hit Cheers and then onto VIP. Who knew that there was a dark dingy nightclub under the beach front exterior! You would have thought that I should have known this being the fact that I have lived here since 97, but hey ho, I only venture into certain bars usually. After all the alcohol was consumed, (and I do mean all the alcohol in Marmaris) it was time to head home, but not to bed like any normal person would have done at 6.30am. Ohhhh no. Firstly let me point out that I completed my first mission of not undertaking in any drunk stalking which is always good, but I managed to miss my Saturday morning Eastenders omnibus session which is always bad. However the reason for missing it brings us back to good again as me and the huge dude were still awake and chatting until 11.30am. If I could remember what on earth we chatted about till 11.30am I would blog about it, however being nearly 31, my nearly 31 year old mind has chosen to forget those details. It couldnt have been the alcohol. Yes friends, Friday was a good one. After 2 hours sleep and waking up still rather intoxicated, the only thing for it was to go out an top up with a shandy or 2 over a late lunch. And then came Saturday night. As I only had to top up on alcohol levels, it wasnt long before that tipsy feeling crept over me once again. This time we hit bar street in style. Joanne the minger was dressed to kill and the vodka was once again flowing. Another good night had by all. When I say all, I mean me, I cant say if the huge dude thought the same after I left him in town as I had done a vanishing act, but all hail his memory for finding his way back to mine via taxi. Good thing I was up and listening to tunes or he would have found himself sitting in the doorway all night. He wouldnt have been the first! If you ask me what my type is, I dont seem to have one. The huge dude is somewhat different to the Yanki in almost every way known to man. Firstly there is the appearance - this huge dude is what I describe as a real man. Secondly he is older than me (and I do generally prefer it that way) and thirdly, he is British which in all honesty works out much better for me. Yes Yanki spoke the same language as me however, in the grand scheme of things, it turned out that he didnt really... Does the huge dude speak my language? Time will only tell, but so far so good. But what the hell is it with me picking up blokes that live no where near me? There is the gorgeous French dude living in France, Mr.Attitude living in Istanbul (still too close for my liking), the Yanki living on the ocean and now the huge dude living in Rhodes... Is my sub conscious self trying to tell me something? Well it doesnt matter anyway as the huge dude has invited me and Joanne the minger over for a weeks worth of an all inclusive holiday in Rhodes. Did I forget to mention that he is a manager of a holiday company and can get us in wicked hotels for free? My bad. October will now be renamed as the holiday month. A week in Rhodes and then 2 weeks in Spain. Ahh the life of a jet setting single socialite... Just before I sign off for the evening I would like to send a message to the horrifically boring person that reads my blog and feels the necessity to send me messages telling me that my grammar is incorrect in a nasty old way. If you dont like it, dont read it you sad pathetic looser. I have a feeling that you say these things (under the sudo name 'anon') because you are somewhat secretly filled with jealousy and you just cant live your life the way you wish to. What a shame you feel the need to read every one of my blog entries about my super life. Have a blog of your own do you? And with that (grammar in toe), I bid you goodnight.
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