You read the books like He's Just Not That Into You or Textbook Romance and they tell you the man enjoys the chase. Don't call him. Don't say too much. Don't breathe in fact and maybe you can hold on to a man.
Maybe the people who write these books need to remember that this is the real world, and its not like a sex and city episode or mills and boons book.
Maybe its time to tell these men to get some balls and learn that its the 21st century and the world doesn't centre around them. That maybe life doesn't go according to plan.
I put this question to men, why do women have to wait for you to call them? Why do you say at the end of the date 'I'll call you' but have no intention to do so? Just say 'see ya' and be on your way.
If you give all the signs that you're interested... emailing instantly after I reply to your last email, calling me nearly every second day to talk for up to an hour each time, and then bug me all day long on the day of the date just to chat. THEN we go on date, you seem to be interested, and then there is no follow up phone call. Nothing. Its like you died in a fairy floss accident, never to be heard again. Just don't say at the end of the date, 'I'll call you!' because that total bullshit.
I don't say hey stud come home with me tonight and then change my mind half way through and say no thanks! I say no, and I mean no, and I say, when I mean yes. Pretty simple boys.
See women don't give mixed messages.
They say what they mean and when it comes out of their mouth it means exactly that.
But you boys like the chase, the games, and the non existent hints that your interested. Don't tell me that he is just not that interested. The man was. He just has no balls. To put it plainly. So for him, there is no text, its next! Maybe he will learn one day – if he ever does – that maybe the game playing is boring and we are 10 years old and like to be chased around the playground.
I grew out of my crimped pig tails, he obviously didn't grow out of his pre-pubescent behaviour.
Its definitely upwards and onwards for me.
I had light bulb moment today and deleted my ex boyfriend from my life.
Its ok I didn't do anything to him, I deleted him as a friend on facebook. It was one small step to saying goodbye to my past and hello to the future.
I have said goodbye to him and no can finally leave him where he belongs... hitching up with girls with STD's. LOL. Just kidding.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Real women? Please!
What is all this bullshit about women wearing no make up in photographs and how they are real? Please!!!
The term 'curvy' to explain apparent big women? Since when is a size 10 curvy? I am a size 12 to 14 and I am curvy. What curves are on a size 10 woman? Besides the usual bumps (boobs, ass and a nose)? I am a healthy sized woman.
With curves that have been complemented in the past by women and, yes of course, men but this isn't want matters. What matters is that when I look in the mirror, I like what I see. I might feel some days that being five kilos lighter would smooth some things out but hey, what are you going to do! I take care of myself, I eat well (yes I eat chocolate) and I am curvy. Rah! I am just tired of seeing these women (with no curves) being described as curvy woman. WTF! Please. Stop bullshitting me.
I am getting a bit annoyed at the term curvy or real woman used in the media! What the hell do they know! They project an image (which is fake) and then tell me its real. I know its real, that's why I buy magazines. I don't real. I look in the mirror, walk down the street, go into my office and see real women.
Magazines and media are about fake. Fake writing, fake pictures, fake everything!
You can't read a magazine and not see another mediocre journalist quoting 'sources say' when its made up! Its bullshit! I know that though. Unfortunately some women and men don't. This is what scares me because most of them will be under 18 years, prone to criticism and bullying and still trying to find their place in the world.
Who the hell wants to see Joanna Griggs, Rikki Coulter-blah and the Sea Patrol blondie talk about how they were uplifted by not wearing make up, and feel they can connect with audience. I am being sarcastic and rolling my eyes at the same time.
There are some days I don't wear make up. Am I making inroads for women around the world? Why thank you. That's flattening but bullshit. Women do it every day. What makes these women, in the magazines, so special? Because what, they are 'famous'? I hardly think the women featured in this magazine can be described as women making inroads in the magazine world.
So why do we allow these magazines – tabloid at best – to tell me that these women are empowering? Walk out onto the street and see women who are empowering.
These are women who take care of their children, women who care for someone who is sick, has a disability or in need or women who say no to sitting by and doing, and doing something in the community. These are women who are empowering. Not women without make up!
Magazines, movies, television etc are fake. That's why we looked to them. We know what is happening in the world. We want an escape. Not reality. Not supposed real women! I can see that every day.
What I want is for those mediums to stop trying to be something that they are not, and just accept what they are... tomorrow's fish and chip paper.
The term 'curvy' to explain apparent big women? Since when is a size 10 curvy? I am a size 12 to 14 and I am curvy. What curves are on a size 10 woman? Besides the usual bumps (boobs, ass and a nose)? I am a healthy sized woman.
With curves that have been complemented in the past by women and, yes of course, men but this isn't want matters. What matters is that when I look in the mirror, I like what I see. I might feel some days that being five kilos lighter would smooth some things out but hey, what are you going to do! I take care of myself, I eat well (yes I eat chocolate) and I am curvy. Rah! I am just tired of seeing these women (with no curves) being described as curvy woman. WTF! Please. Stop bullshitting me.
I am getting a bit annoyed at the term curvy or real woman used in the media! What the hell do they know! They project an image (which is fake) and then tell me its real. I know its real, that's why I buy magazines. I don't real. I look in the mirror, walk down the street, go into my office and see real women.
Magazines and media are about fake. Fake writing, fake pictures, fake everything!
You can't read a magazine and not see another mediocre journalist quoting 'sources say' when its made up! Its bullshit! I know that though. Unfortunately some women and men don't. This is what scares me because most of them will be under 18 years, prone to criticism and bullying and still trying to find their place in the world.
Who the hell wants to see Joanna Griggs, Rikki Coulter-blah and the Sea Patrol blondie talk about how they were uplifted by not wearing make up, and feel they can connect with audience. I am being sarcastic and rolling my eyes at the same time.
There are some days I don't wear make up. Am I making inroads for women around the world? Why thank you. That's flattening but bullshit. Women do it every day. What makes these women, in the magazines, so special? Because what, they are 'famous'? I hardly think the women featured in this magazine can be described as women making inroads in the magazine world.
So why do we allow these magazines – tabloid at best – to tell me that these women are empowering? Walk out onto the street and see women who are empowering.
These are women who take care of their children, women who care for someone who is sick, has a disability or in need or women who say no to sitting by and doing, and doing something in the community. These are women who are empowering. Not women without make up!
Magazines, movies, television etc are fake. That's why we looked to them. We know what is happening in the world. We want an escape. Not reality. Not supposed real women! I can see that every day.
What I want is for those mediums to stop trying to be something that they are not, and just accept what they are... tomorrow's fish and chip paper.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Men and the games they play?
No its not a misprint.
Men are the ones that play games. Not women. Ok maybe I am generalising here but I believe men play the games, hold all the cards, hide everything up their sleeve.
I don't play games.
I have no patience or need to play games.
The only problem is I assume that the man I spend my spare time with (and these days we are quite limited on how much free time we actually have) would not be a gamer player. I make this reasoning because I believe I am a good judge of character and can spot a liar when I see one. After all that's part of my job.
As I get back on the dating scene I am starting to think I might have the wool over my eyes... or someone is putting it over my eyes.
Men say the right things, act the way you want them to act but are they really what they seem?
I don't mean to cast assertions but the past few months I have gone on several dates and every single man has played a game.
That game could be 'oh I love reading books' (truth, 'is a newspaper a book?), 'I love travelling' (truth 'I spent a year in London and never went travelling because no one would come with me'), or 'I love a good drink' (truth, 'jeez are you a bit sad for not getting pissed').
This happened. I kid you not.
The last one was from the mouth of an idiot... I'm sorry a boy – in the army – who felt that the fact I didn't get drunk every weekend was a reflection of my apparent sad life. He truly was an idiot and only emphasised the stupidity that is recruited in to the army. I pray the woman who ends up with that potential alcoholic. Although if she does she choose him as her partner in life and possibly the father of her children then her character should also be judged.
The other man, whom I had two dates with, seemed independent at first until he said he spent a year in London but never actually crossed the Channel to see Europe because he didn't want to travel on his own. Nor would he buy a house on his own as he didn't want to do that on his own either. This screams two things – one he is completely and wholeheartedly dependent on other people, or his a mummy's boy. Two things that not attractive whatsoever.
So when I sat there contemplating how I would avoid a third date, he sent a text message expressing that there was no chemistry between us and that he would like to be friends. Phew!!!
I am not even going to mention the first one.
Without giving too much away – I write for a living – so when a man says is a newspaper a book I am inclined to hit him with something hard. I sat there for less than fifteen minutes (it was as long as I could stand) before making an excuse about a deadline and then making a run for it, literally.
They all said the same thing. Oh I am really interested, you seem so interesting, blah de blah blah! I stopped listening.
As I said, I don't have any patience for idiots. With that, I am willing and wanting to meet men and broaden my knowledge, experience and horizon but when you are dealt with loser, after loser, after loser... you get disheartened.
I am just tired of games.
And if you don't play, what hope is there for a match?
What if all men play games? Oh dear god that thought is something I do not wish to think about as I don't see it not fun, a sport, or anything in between.
Not too worry... I am sure there is a man out there who can, and will, challenge me in all aspects.
I just have to get past all the game players first!
FYI - Just to let you know, the policeman emailed me a week ago to apologise for his tardiness and then wrote about the weather and how it had been lovely on the weekend. Boring! Why bother emailing me about the bloody weather! What do I care.
Two words... Game player!!!
Men are the ones that play games. Not women. Ok maybe I am generalising here but I believe men play the games, hold all the cards, hide everything up their sleeve.
I don't play games.
I have no patience or need to play games.
The only problem is I assume that the man I spend my spare time with (and these days we are quite limited on how much free time we actually have) would not be a gamer player. I make this reasoning because I believe I am a good judge of character and can spot a liar when I see one. After all that's part of my job.
As I get back on the dating scene I am starting to think I might have the wool over my eyes... or someone is putting it over my eyes.
Men say the right things, act the way you want them to act but are they really what they seem?
I don't mean to cast assertions but the past few months I have gone on several dates and every single man has played a game.
That game could be 'oh I love reading books' (truth, 'is a newspaper a book?), 'I love travelling' (truth 'I spent a year in London and never went travelling because no one would come with me'), or 'I love a good drink' (truth, 'jeez are you a bit sad for not getting pissed').
This happened. I kid you not.
The last one was from the mouth of an idiot... I'm sorry a boy – in the army – who felt that the fact I didn't get drunk every weekend was a reflection of my apparent sad life. He truly was an idiot and only emphasised the stupidity that is recruited in to the army. I pray the woman who ends up with that potential alcoholic. Although if she does she choose him as her partner in life and possibly the father of her children then her character should also be judged.
The other man, whom I had two dates with, seemed independent at first until he said he spent a year in London but never actually crossed the Channel to see Europe because he didn't want to travel on his own. Nor would he buy a house on his own as he didn't want to do that on his own either. This screams two things – one he is completely and wholeheartedly dependent on other people, or his a mummy's boy. Two things that not attractive whatsoever.
So when I sat there contemplating how I would avoid a third date, he sent a text message expressing that there was no chemistry between us and that he would like to be friends. Phew!!!
I am not even going to mention the first one.
Without giving too much away – I write for a living – so when a man says is a newspaper a book I am inclined to hit him with something hard. I sat there for less than fifteen minutes (it was as long as I could stand) before making an excuse about a deadline and then making a run for it, literally.
They all said the same thing. Oh I am really interested, you seem so interesting, blah de blah blah! I stopped listening.
As I said, I don't have any patience for idiots. With that, I am willing and wanting to meet men and broaden my knowledge, experience and horizon but when you are dealt with loser, after loser, after loser... you get disheartened.
I am just tired of games.
And if you don't play, what hope is there for a match?
What if all men play games? Oh dear god that thought is something I do not wish to think about as I don't see it not fun, a sport, or anything in between.
Not too worry... I am sure there is a man out there who can, and will, challenge me in all aspects.
I just have to get past all the game players first!
FYI - Just to let you know, the policeman emailed me a week ago to apologise for his tardiness and then wrote about the weather and how it had been lovely on the weekend. Boring! Why bother emailing me about the bloody weather! What do I care.
Two words... Game player!!!
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