I've just finished watching the Children in Need concert. Take That rocked the casbah, duetting with Lily Allen and Paul McCartney. Cheryl Cole also duetted with Snow Patrol, and was amazingly good. I really want to learn the dance she does to "Fight for this love" although I don't want to wear the harem pants....
I went to pilates this evening, and Paul said I am VERY GOOD. This makes me feel very smug. If I can get a waistline like his I'll be happy (it's like a 12 year old girl's......)
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Minor pitstop
At the weekend I seriously contemplated phoning in sick to work for the week. I got over that slump, but I have decided to take tomorrow off as flexi/mental health day.
I used to love my job so much, but a few things have happened recently which make it much less exciting. I feel a bit like someone who's pushed a big stone to the top of a big hill and is now asking "Why the bloody hell did I do that?"
I'm going to push on through to Christmas and then re-evaluate. Out of everything I did today, the thing I most enjoyed was asking awkward questions of senior people on disability discrimination. I'm a bit worried that I might want to become a social worker. And everyone knows how annoying they are.
I used to love my job so much, but a few things have happened recently which make it much less exciting. I feel a bit like someone who's pushed a big stone to the top of a big hill and is now asking "Why the bloody hell did I do that?"
I'm going to push on through to Christmas and then re-evaluate. Out of everything I did today, the thing I most enjoyed was asking awkward questions of senior people on disability discrimination. I'm a bit worried that I might want to become a social worker. And everyone knows how annoying they are.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Too subtle
Ok, here's the thing. All of my female friends, or at least, those whose opinion really matters to me, tell me that I am too judgemental, too picky, too hasty, with men. And I can see where they're coming from, but I honestly think that there is not one boy I've been out with and broken up with that they would have been happy to see me with in the long term.
So they'll probably give me shit for writing off L, who I met for a drink tonight. But here are my reasons:
1. I did not find him attractive.
2. He did not say anything even mildly amusing in the 2 hours I spent with him tonight.
If that means I'm too picky then quite frankly I'm happy to die along and by gnawed by alsatians.
But I must be too nice as L has already texted me and invited me out again. What part of me making excuses to go home at 9.45 did he not understand?
So they'll probably give me shit for writing off L, who I met for a drink tonight. But here are my reasons:
1. I did not find him attractive.
2. He did not say anything even mildly amusing in the 2 hours I spent with him tonight.
If that means I'm too picky then quite frankly I'm happy to die along and by gnawed by alsatians.
But I must be too nice as L has already texted me and invited me out again. What part of me making excuses to go home at 9.45 did he not understand?
Monday, 16 November 2009
Exercise is the answer
I dragged my sorry self to the gym yesterday and did 20 lengths, in the medium lane. Yes, I'm too swift for the slow lane anymore, oh yes! So I felt lots better after that. I also went swimming after work tonight, then cooked myself a lovely low fat curry with butternut squash brown rice. Yumster.
Boy update - Jay did finally reply to my text message, reiterating he's really busy at work but will call me later in the week. I'm not holding my breath. However, I do have another date with a different boy (L) tomorrow night, so I'm going to vamp it up in my very high boots and my very tight red dress. Well no point busting my ass at the gym if I can't show it off now and again.
I've been very surprised by the news that Belle De Jour is a woman and was actually a call girl. I was convinced it was written by a man, or at least by a woman writer with a very active imagination. Just goes to show, it is possible to be confounded in this cynical old world.
Boy update - Jay did finally reply to my text message, reiterating he's really busy at work but will call me later in the week. I'm not holding my breath. However, I do have another date with a different boy (L) tomorrow night, so I'm going to vamp it up in my very high boots and my very tight red dress. Well no point busting my ass at the gym if I can't show it off now and again.
I've been very surprised by the news that Belle De Jour is a woman and was actually a call girl. I was convinced it was written by a man, or at least by a woman writer with a very active imagination. Just goes to show, it is possible to be confounded in this cynical old world.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Doldrumville
Yesterday I stayed home all day and watched the entire series 1 of Dexter (I bought the box set.) I got really, really depressed, which is not entirely surprising, given that it's a show about an amoral serial killer. And I haven't left the house yet today (other than skulking to the shop for the Sunday papers in pyjamas and a coat).
I think I'm sad because I had my second date with Jay on Friday and it all went a bit Pete Tong. We had a drink before going to the cinema, and up to that point it was all good - holding hands in the cinema, and a bit of snogging at the end. But when we came out it was all a bit weird. After trying and failing to find a late night bar, it started to rain and he suggested that he walk me to the bus stop. And the walk was a bit awkward. I felt like I was being frogmarched. We did snog a bit at the bus stop, but then he gabbled something about work being busy this weekend and that maybe we could go out again next week or the week after. So I don't really know what's going on. And he hasn't texted me or anything since.
Also, Sundays when you're single are really, really crap. It's no fun doing things on your own.
Oh well, at least Doctor Who is on tonight. Rock. On.
I think I'm sad because I had my second date with Jay on Friday and it all went a bit Pete Tong. We had a drink before going to the cinema, and up to that point it was all good - holding hands in the cinema, and a bit of snogging at the end. But when we came out it was all a bit weird. After trying and failing to find a late night bar, it started to rain and he suggested that he walk me to the bus stop. And the walk was a bit awkward. I felt like I was being frogmarched. We did snog a bit at the bus stop, but then he gabbled something about work being busy this weekend and that maybe we could go out again next week or the week after. So I don't really know what's going on. And he hasn't texted me or anything since.
Also, Sundays when you're single are really, really crap. It's no fun doing things on your own.
Oh well, at least Doctor Who is on tonight. Rock. On.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Date update
Well, as Sod, Murphy or whoever you believe in would have it, tonight's date was a total triumph! He's a working class boy made good, attractive, funny AND fancies the arse off me. Result!! We're going out again on Friday (he made sure of it.) YAY!!!!
(And I do appreciate what Sparkling Choices says about not relying on other people to make you happy. But sometimes it's nice when someone else shows an interest. But I know that it's up to me to make myself a good life.)
(And I do appreciate what Sparkling Choices says about not relying on other people to make you happy. But sometimes it's nice when someone else shows an interest. But I know that it's up to me to make myself a good life.)
Monday, 9 November 2009
Hugging
I have never been a touchy-feely person, but I find myself giving hugs and getting hugs more and more these days. I hugged our admin worker the other day when she told me about her cats getting scared by the fireworks. I hugged my friend S when she was having a bad day at work the other day. And in some kind of hugging karma I got one back today, when a colleague at work (from a completely different part of the building) walked round to hug me after I'd sent an email to him venting about something or other. What a sweetie he is.
I have a date tomorrow off' tinternet. I'm completely not excited by it. If he turns out not to be a complete knobber then that will be a turn up for the books.
I accidently spent Friday night in the company of T (boy who said I was gorgeous the other week). Yes, he "turned up" again. And I did enjoy my evening, we talked random bollocks and got drunk together. And I hugged him goodbye and told him I'd had a really fun evening. BUT I'm not sure that I fancy him. And the spark has got to be there, hasn't it? Or maybe I should take Michelle Obama's advice:
"Cute's good. But cute only lasts for so long and then it's: "Who are you as a person?"
That's the advice I would give to women - don't look at the bankbook or the title. Look at the heart. Look at the soul. Look at how the guy treats his mother and what he says about women. How he acts with children he doesn't know. And, more important, how does he treat you? When you're dating a man, you should always feel good. You should never doubt yourself. You shouldn't be in a relationship with somebody who doesn't make you completely happy and make you feel whole."
I have a date tomorrow off' tinternet. I'm completely not excited by it. If he turns out not to be a complete knobber then that will be a turn up for the books.
I accidently spent Friday night in the company of T (boy who said I was gorgeous the other week). Yes, he "turned up" again. And I did enjoy my evening, we talked random bollocks and got drunk together. And I hugged him goodbye and told him I'd had a really fun evening. BUT I'm not sure that I fancy him. And the spark has got to be there, hasn't it? Or maybe I should take Michelle Obama's advice:
"Cute's good. But cute only lasts for so long and then it's: "Who are you as a person?"
That's the advice I would give to women - don't look at the bankbook or the title. Look at the heart. Look at the soul. Look at how the guy treats his mother and what he says about women. How he acts with children he doesn't know. And, more important, how does he treat you? When you're dating a man, you should always feel good. You should never doubt yourself. You shouldn't be in a relationship with somebody who doesn't make you completely happy and make you feel whole."
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