![]() This week has been somewhat slower than last (thank god screams my liver!) and even though I haven't really done to much, I needed the break. Seriously I wonder how I ever was able to party so much without ending up in hospital. I guess thats age for you, its a creeping Jesus and before you know it your a 70 year old spinster with 2 hip replacements (due to excessive partying), a liver transplant (again down to the partying) and a penchant for dogs because you thought being single was the best bet at the time. So my question of the week is this: When is it time to box up your stilettos and start wearing flats in the hopes of landing a Man? I will come back to that one later if I dare... So what has this aging socialite been up to this week? More than I thought actually, so let me begin: Monday: The vampire sunbathes! This was a first, seriously. As Im more of a night kinda gal it was an interesting experience to take the bull by the horns and head down to Greenhouse Beach with Nathan to catch some rays. I refused to take my t.shirt off as I deem it really unfair to the population to get my tummy out in public. The shock would have killed people so best to keep the beast nicely covered. Quite right too! Nathan didnt seem to be suffering from the same affliction as me whilst flaunting his rounder figure all over the beach whilst eyeing up the ladies doing his best 'Joey' impression. God loves a trier. Nothing really exciting happened during our beach day apart from the ordering of a sodding expensive sandwich. I also stupidly told the Yanki that we were now just going to be friends. Why did I do it? Well I cant be bothered with drama anymore and when he text me about the date thing that he had with someone else, my nose was pushed out of joint. Yanki's apparently date lots of people at the same time where us stiff Brits tend not to do that. So yes you could say I was a bit annoyed and with my newly found positivity I dont want to get annoyed, so the best way to not get annoyed was to stop anything that was going to happen and nip it in the bud. Wise decision as he is not here for long anyway and I do so hate getting attached to something that aint never going to be anyway. God I am such a tit sometimes. Tuesday: Doctors for Kastro. I finally decided to to get my arse in gear and take Kastro the car to get a new exhaust. I managed to convince Nathan to come with me by saying that it would only take 20 mins. I lied. Kastro took nearly 2 hours and Nathan was shooting me looks of venom for the entire duration. You see, getting anything done to you car in Marmaris is a bit different from dropping it off at the garage in the UK. Here you simply have to grin and bear the pain of watching the mechanics chat instead of work as its a bit far to walk into town and back again. Anyway, deadly looks an all, Kastro is finally purring like a kitten again. We were going to hit the town however decided a night in with DVDs would be a wiser idea seeing as though my poor body cant take the pain of two day hangovers anymore. And the ex suitor called at 2am. You remember, the one that asked for a key after a week of dating. What did he want? Well Im sure you can imagine, however he never got the chance to ask as I was not and will not answer the phone to that issue ridden fool. Wednesday: Twice in one week? You guessed it, I happened to sunbath again, this time at the Grand Azur. It is nice having friends in high places that let you use their hotels :) I say sunbath, but it was more of a play on the slide day whist Nathan eyed up every bird in sight. Poor bugger had no luck again whilst I thoroughly enjoyed playing on the slide like the big kid that I am. And yes, the t.shirt was still firmly in place. Thursday: Goodbye Nathan, hello random traveler. Nathans time had come to an end but I wasnt allowed to chill out just yet as I had booked my spare room out to a traveling man on business for two nights. I was questioning myself as to whether I had made the right choice booking my room out, but as it turned out, the man was no problem at all and I got paid on time too, so it worked out quite well. I had to go host the karaoke and what a fool did I make of myself this time by singing a song that was just horrific and I should have left well alone. At least I know for next time. The Yanki came to keep me company. What I hear you ask considering he went on a date on Sunday night and I turned into a jealous Brit? Although I didnt play the game of giving him an excuse to leave the date last week and then stupidly told him that it was a friends only option, I am allowed to see my friends, right? Some would disagree, however I did spit all over the poor bloke so I guess I kind of deserved it. Not! Anyway, in true socialite style I got good and drunk and me and the Yanki seemed to be doing OK, and I managed to keep my beer in my mouth for a change. Proud times. Friday: Bored.com Yes a boring day all round really however a plan was made to go ice skating with the Yanki on Saturday. Ice Skating, really? Yes and why not? I dont have much else to say about Friday other than I was hungover and I had a random man in my house sitting in the lounge so I banished myself to the kitchen. Saturday: To skate or not to skate, that is the question. The Yanki came to collect me at 7. As we were going for food first it had to be early. Food was eaten and desert turned into beers while ice skating turned into cocktails. Silly idea thinking that we would make it skating when beer was involved! But if ice skating tastes like mojito's then I really should do it more often. I found myself being slightly bitchy on more than one occasion. Maybe it bothered me more than I thought that he went on a date, all be it a bad one. Sunday: The edge of darkness. Today I woke up with a raging hangover and feeling rather sorry for myself as I had no one to keep me entertained. If I had a boyfriend that would be different wouldnt it? So this leads me back to the question of the week, the time may have arrived to box up the stilettos but I so dont want to have to start wearing flats in the hopes of landing a man. I mean I can curb my partying yes, but where am I going to meet a half decent bloke if I dont go out and party? Its just a vicious circle isnt it? Some may say that the half decent ones dont hang out in the party atmosphere, but that kind of bloke holds no appeal to me at all. I seriously need to change my breed of bloke if I want a nice one. Or maybe its me that needs to change? Yes I must admit that I am a bit of a handful, headstrong and occasionally bitchy, but isnt everyone? So if anyone has any ideas of where I can meet men that can handle the likes of me, then do let me know as I dont seem to be doing very well on my own and Im starting to get a bit bored of it now. P.S If the Yanki were staying, none of the above would be applicable.
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mum
7/24/2011 04:40:25 am
Whether you wear Stilettos or not, that is not going to bring you more blokes then when you wear a lovely pair of flat shoes. I should have done it 40 years ago.
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Anonymous
7/24/2011 10:23:54 pm
İm here if you can dind ur hiking boots dear ;p yankees are gross havent you seen hang over 2 yet? Lol
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