Well what can I say about my weekend without getting into rather large amounts of trouble? Here goes (without divulging too many secrets)... The weekend should have started with dinner with a friend, but dinner was skipped when my hair was laughing in my face and taking the piss right out of me. Talk about bad hair day! I consequently arrived 2 hours late for dinner, trilby in tow due to the horrific shock that my hair would have caused. Welcome vodka. After my fluid dinner of 2 rather large vodkas we hit bar street to catch some random Turkish singer that turned out to be quite good. Drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was buzzing and the night ended with me going to bed at 6am, alone again but with Gucci there to always keep me company. I could have pulled. Yes indeed I could have as a 'friend' called at 5am and that only signifies one thing. But me being me, I didnt take the bait. Well not this time anyway. In the midst of all this I would like to point out that Vodka makes you do things that you wouldn't normally think about doing whilst in a sober state... Or maybe it brings out what you really want to do but couldnt without the drunken push from within? No; I am sticking with the first one as it fits better for me personally, however it is always worthwhile questioning yourself from time to time. Questioning aside, its the first option. Definitely. What did the vodka make me do? Well, a girl has to have some secrets doesnt she? God help me if I ever blog whilst drunk. Travesty.com! Saturday came and went in yet another vodka blur. Thankfully I seem to have got out of my staying home on a Saturday night rut. My title will no longer be ripped away from me - All hail the ability of what vodka can do for a single socialite! I met up with a good friend that used to work here and we got good and drunk. Nothing odd about that right? Now that the weekend is over, my impending doom has once again set in. Firstly my date from last week is out of town but the chemistry wasnt really there as much as I was kidding myself that it could be, it just wasnt. And without chemistry, you got nothing right? I have however been asked out on a date by another young, virile, very good looking, snappy dressing suitor. He doesn't speak great English, however I am sure I can get around that as he is just so dam hot. Why the impeding doom? Let me explain. I actually fancied him when I first saw him back in April. I asked his friend about him, then forgot about him after obsessing over him for a while. Then all of a sudden he gets in touch and asks me out. Is it me or is that a bit odd? I mean 2 months have passed. What went on in these two months? Am I being overly skeptical due to my trust issues? I guess I will never know unless I go on Wednesday night, and I am hoping and praying that I dont talk myself out of going. Jeeze its only a date after all! Sometimes I need to give myself somewhat of a slap as I over dramatize dam near everything. I do this because here in Marmaris I have seen a lot of things go on that make you put the brick wall well and truly up and in turn this gives you ridiculously huge trust issues. Is the brick wall worth it at the age of 30 and still single? Dam right its worth it. Self preservation is the key to living here. Does Marmaris make you hard faced? Yes, it most certainly does. But I have not lost hope. If one day I was to loose everything but was left with hope, then thats good enough for me. So no more of this talking myself out of going on this date crap. I am going and yes there is going to be amazing chemistry. And if there isnt, well there is always vodka...
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