Every girl knows that somewhere out there in the big wide world their perfect man is waiting for them. According to legend this will happen when we least expect it and when we are definitely not looking for it!
He will elegantly leap off his well endowed horse (size also matters in the animal kingdom I’m sure) sweep us off our feet and whisk us off into the sunset to live in total bliss forever.
But what if he gets his foot caught in the stirrup, drops us mid-sweep, forgets to bring his TomTom and you end up a little north of Stoke?
Are we just meant to accept that this is the one, be content with our catch and capitalise the word smitten?
At the age of 22 I have been on many dates, met many men and yet I am still left wondering if this whole Prince Charming thing really is a fairy tale. Not one of these men has ever ticked all the boxes or made me think twice, one man actually bit my shoulder. Needless to say that was the first and LAST date we went on.
This is what got me thinking- not as a result of the biting incident, my shoulder has fully recovered now- how do you successfully bag a man?
The fact that there are women out there who are in relationships and who use the word love to describe their men that makes me think there must be ways to finding a man. If only they shared the information.
Why doesn’t someone write a book on the art of bagging a man? The complete works that contains a step-by-step guide on how to successfully find the one, how to spot one, how to keep one and how to continue the Prince Charming legend.
Obviously the novel would need a vast amount of research, numerous male interviews, numerous dates (just to ensure the male participants were being legitimate) and if necessary physical contact (in case the novel needed a chapter on what a Prince was like in bed. Harry is still single right?).
I think that would be a best seller and would bring a whole new spin to the classic ‘How to…’ column. Actually come to think of it I’ve always wanted to write a book…
Tuesday 24 May 2011
Thursday 19 May 2011
The Romantics
I have a really stranger urge to write something romantic. However, seeing as I know little about romance and have experienced very little of it there seems very limited scope I can write about.
I think romance can come in many forms, unexpected flowers (that would be lovely), random little notes (that would be lovely too) or simply a good night kiss.
Obviously there's chocolates, candle lit dinners and roses, but they are all so cliché and I'd expect my man to have a little more imagination. Far be it from me to ever date a boring man, so lack of imagination should never be an issue!
I ended up catching the end of 'Dear John' tonight and I would love to know how Nicholas Sparks has the talent to reduce me to tears every time I read or watch an adaptation of his novels. It is now bordering on embarrassing and every time I end up thinking (from underneath a pile of tear coated tissues) why can't that be me?
Why can't I be that girl who has fallen hook, line and sinker for this wonderful man? Or the girl who took one look at a man and instantly knew he was the one she had spent her whole life waiting for. I mean do things like that really happen?
I've always thought that in order for people to write a truly great love story the author must have experienced truly great love. Or some where along the line an old married couple must have told their story and evoked such inspiration that a novel was written to tell the world.
The most romantic thing that I've experienced is...well, I don't know actually. I'm still waiting to be swept off my feet and transformed into a giddy teenage girl again.
LOVE is patient and kind, but I wonder if he will be carrying yellow roses, wearing armour and straddling a horse. I doubt it!
I think romance can come in many forms, unexpected flowers (that would be lovely), random little notes (that would be lovely too) or simply a good night kiss.
Obviously there's chocolates, candle lit dinners and roses, but they are all so cliché and I'd expect my man to have a little more imagination. Far be it from me to ever date a boring man, so lack of imagination should never be an issue!
I ended up catching the end of 'Dear John' tonight and I would love to know how Nicholas Sparks has the talent to reduce me to tears every time I read or watch an adaptation of his novels. It is now bordering on embarrassing and every time I end up thinking (from underneath a pile of tear coated tissues) why can't that be me?
Why can't I be that girl who has fallen hook, line and sinker for this wonderful man? Or the girl who took one look at a man and instantly knew he was the one she had spent her whole life waiting for. I mean do things like that really happen?
I've always thought that in order for people to write a truly great love story the author must have experienced truly great love. Or some where along the line an old married couple must have told their story and evoked such inspiration that a novel was written to tell the world.
The most romantic thing that I've experienced is...well, I don't know actually. I'm still waiting to be swept off my feet and transformed into a giddy teenage girl again.
LOVE is patient and kind, but I wonder if he will be carrying yellow roses, wearing armour and straddling a horse. I doubt it!
Wednesday 18 May 2011
Gibberish and Husbands
Ahhh Mr. Blogspot.
Firstly I would like to apologise for being so utterly rubbish with you lately. I know I should write more and I know I have very little excuse as to why you have been neglected.
Secondly I would like to introduce you to your nemesis and your biggest reason to fear for your written content...my notebook.
As a result of my laptop being rubbish and failing to smash into smithereens after a sudden flight of stairs sprang out of no where, I have taken to writing things down in a notebook. This note book is a permanent resident of my bag and accompanies me everywhere I go. It would make Austen very proud!
So this is why blogstop is a tad empty, because my notebook (which is named 'The book of general gibberish') is rapidly filling up with contents that should be blogged.
However, now that my diary (which is names 'A note to my husband') is competed/ finished/ full, I will be using you a lot more. I promise!
Sadly the husband is still yet to reveal himself or make an appearance of any sort, so I will need to start another diary soon. I hate the thought of him not being able to share my life- even the bits he wasn't around for.
So there you have it. Literary done and literally need to start some more literature.
Stickier than sticky the stick insect stuck on a sticky bun!:)
P.s Yes, I did just put a smiley face at the end of that sentence. And yes, I am aware that 12 year-olds do that. Bite me- but not too hard please.
Firstly I would like to apologise for being so utterly rubbish with you lately. I know I should write more and I know I have very little excuse as to why you have been neglected.
Secondly I would like to introduce you to your nemesis and your biggest reason to fear for your written content...my notebook.
As a result of my laptop being rubbish and failing to smash into smithereens after a sudden flight of stairs sprang out of no where, I have taken to writing things down in a notebook. This note book is a permanent resident of my bag and accompanies me everywhere I go. It would make Austen very proud!
So this is why blogstop is a tad empty, because my notebook (which is named 'The book of general gibberish') is rapidly filling up with contents that should be blogged.
However, now that my diary (which is names 'A note to my husband') is competed/ finished/ full, I will be using you a lot more. I promise!
Sadly the husband is still yet to reveal himself or make an appearance of any sort, so I will need to start another diary soon. I hate the thought of him not being able to share my life- even the bits he wasn't around for.
So there you have it. Literary done and literally need to start some more literature.
Stickier than sticky the stick insect stuck on a sticky bun!:)
P.s Yes, I did just put a smiley face at the end of that sentence. And yes, I am aware that 12 year-olds do that. Bite me- but not too hard please.
Saturday 7 May 2011
Instant blogging for Kate and her filming
*Doodling for Kate's filming*
Well that could have gone slightly better. Ok, so I accidentally drowned him in wine, called him my ex's name and then came out of the toilet with my dress tucked into my knickers, but hey. I thought it went according to plan!
At least he showed up.
So imagine the shock when he doesn't call back, text back or even text at all. That was about as productive as, well something very productive. I was so hoping this was going to be husband material too. Oh well, plenty more fish in the sea right? I'll just have to cast the net wider .
He had a beautiful chest and all. Ahh men. Who needs them
Friday 6 May 2011
Blogging for camera
It wasn't through choice or through lack of trying that's for sure, it was more likely as a result of trying far too hard, having far too many expectations and being about as successful in love a new vegetarian in a butchers with a serious urge for a large piece meat. Add on top of this the recent departure of prince William from the bachelor list and well it is officially getting tougher by the day. Thank god we sill have Harry the hardcore!
Maybe I should start rethinking my attractions to men, clearly i'm going for the wrong sort and well unless they're all gay (I would sacrifice the knowledge that its them and not me that is the problem) but there has to be something going fundamentally wrong. So what are my options?
Firstly I could go for the other type of man, the nice, sweet, gentile man that wont mess me around, will produce the bouquet of roses and ride me off in to the sunset on his white stallion and that will be that, eternal love and romantic yukiness.
But why would any girl want to trade in her dirty, up against the wall, rude-mouthered alpha male for the above? Clearly neither type are boyfriend material and neither are prince perfect.
So that leaves me me with the second option for bagging my prince. Online dating. I wonder if there is a website for potential royal rampings? Hmmm, maybe i should just stick to E harmony?
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