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8/31/2006 Speed DatingI'm not going to ramble on now but I just have to say that I had THE best night out yesterday - speed dating for the first time! It was brilliant fun! And that's not just because I had several glasses of wine!! I'll talk more about it when I've time but just had to stay! Still smiling over the whole thing. Oh, and the host was hot too! Always a bonus! Haha!
www.slowdating.com - I'd totally recommend it! 8/21/2006 Conversation of the weekWhilst sitting on the sea wall waiting with hundreds of other people:
Dad: "Oooooo there are the Red Arrows!"
Me: "Er, no dad, they're seagulls"
But to be fair, they were flying in formation. 8/20/2006 Interesting things from the newspaperJust some interesting things in the paper today
* You pick up more germs from shaking hands than kissing
* Six firefighters raced to the rescue of Henry Sutton, three, who had a biscuit tin stuck on his head
* A student in London bid £210 on eBay to slap someone around the face with a fish
* The world is short ofshuttlecock feathers because of bird flu in China where most are made
* A woman from Sussex spent £78 on holiday in Spain telephoning home to three dogs
The People, Sunday 20th August 8/18/2006 But the site didn't answer my question....I'm just having a late lunch and was bored so thought it'd be interesting to see what the latest dating rules are supposed to be. Just for a giggle really because I tend to do the opposite of anything. Simply because I can!
So I had a look at http://www.topdatingtips.com/dating-rules-for-women.htm (I google searched...didn't actually know it, I'm not that sad. Well not yet anyway!) and the list is HUGE!! Some of the stuff is just silly. Ok. Take this for as an example:
"Ensure you are a good kisser. Men will walk away if you cannot kiss. Practise on a mirror if you have to"
Practice on a mirror?? That's the most ridiculous suggestion I've ever read! Because a mirror can do what back exactly? So you peer at yourself or something and realise you look stupid up close??
How about this rule:
"If his shoes or hygiene are a disgrace dump him"
If his hygiene is a disgrace then why would you be going on a date in the first place? But his shoes? I hope no guy looks at my shoes because they're not my best feature to be honest.
"Ensure you receive flowers, if he doesn't know what a florist is, dump him"
Since when do men bother to send flowers nowadays? That's a kind of outdated rule surely? But then again, flowers are great. When was the last time you sent or received flowers? The last time I got flowers was 2000! Although small gestures can be nicer. An ex-boyfriend made me a card from fimo for our three year anniversary. I was dead chuffed! The silly fool ruined it by saying his sister had 'helped'. With a bit more prodding it turned out she made it. "But I baked it!!" he said. No, the oven baked it. And he put the glitter on it (always a winner). But still, I was secretly pleased (although on the outside I had to give him a hard time because that's what girls do).
Another?
"You may well have all the bodily functions of a man, just try not to demonstrate them early on".
Oops... ehem.
Well this super insightful website has some online dating tips too. I'm guessing this rule is what fails me immediately:
"Make sure your login name is stunning and sexy as well as enigmatic".
So Smellymellyflipflop doesn't give the impression "Vixen" no?
And now some double standards:
"Always reply to emails at least 3 days after receipt"
and then:
"A man who doesn't reply to your email within 3 days should be ignored"
Erm. So as a woman you're allowed to have a life and go out and not reply to emails because you're "super busy" yet he can't? How is that fair exactly?
So reading these rules haven't helped in the slightest. So then I've gone and looked at http://www.topdatingtips.com/dating-etiquette.htm and had a good laugh. This guy basically tells men what they should and should not do on a date. Here are a few instructions:
* You will not be flash or extravagant. These are the domain of the classless rich who impress with their wealth. It shows no taste whatsoever to throw your credit card about and entertain with champagne unless you are simply after cheap thrills. (Woah now, hang on a minute! What's wrong with Champagne?)
* You will be courteous and complimentary. Your date has made an effort for you and your personal opinions are not welcome at this stage. (Ooooooooohhh so it's ok later on down the line to say "pluck your eyebrows girlf" or "yes, your bum does look big in that..."? Hmmmm I think not!)
* You will not be opinionated or arrogant on a date and you will try to avoid discussions on politics and religion in the early stages. You may be very opinionated on certain topics and maybe for good reason but that does not mean you are right. You will come across badly to your date of you act like this. Arrogance makes most people feel uncomfortable so avoid at all costs. (I quite like a good heated debate on politics or religion actually. Well. Maybe not religion. Or politics either. But...)
This dating site (www.topdatingtips.com) has some hilarious little guides anyway - I'm none the wiser but hey ho, it passed a lunchtime!! 8/17/2006 I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed!!!!I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As you can possibly tell... I'm very happy!
8/14/2006 AAT results due tomorrow....Tomorrow is results day..... ahhhhhh. I'm really nervous and finding the energy to do three things at once right now! I want to know if I've passed the exams...but then again I don't. In Feb they were emailed at about 1am. Do I stay up? And end up staying up all night just in case they arrive? Or do I go to bed and check in the morning? Will I sleep either way???? This is horrible. Someone I know (hello if you're reading this right now!) didn't even realise his exam results came out the other month until I'd wished him luck. He didn't think they were due until the following week. I kind of wish I didn't know mine were due tomorrow. This is horrible. One minute I want to have a cry about the fact that I might have failed. But then I start to think "well actually I might have passed".. but I don't want to think that in case I have failed either of them and then I will be even more upset. But then again I'm going to be gutted if I've failed any regardless of if I do some of that positive thinking stuff. Oh blimey. Hang on, my carrots are boiling over...
I know, I'll talk about something else. My sudden obsession with making soup. Today's speciality is Carrot and Orange Soup. The soup almost didn't happen because I got to the till at the supermarket and didn't have my debit card on me. Luckily I was with my friend and she really fabulously stepped in and saved my bacon. Or rather, saved my carrots. And crumpets, and milk, and single cream (for the carrot soup of course), and orange, and you catch my drift. Last week I made Green Soup. Consisting of runner beans, peas, potato and... the magic ingredient - brussel sprouts!!! Needless to say it stank the flat out. And I pretty much stank the office out the next day too! Haha!
No. I'm sorry. That isn't taking my mind off it at all. Arg. Arg Grrr Arg.
Now will Nicky in Silent Witness die tonight? Will the lovely Harry leave for the US? Will she die and he leaves because he can't bear to be without her? Or will she live and he stays because he realises his love for her is greater than his need to become a Prof? I'd quite like the second option please BBC. If he leaves I won't get my twice weekly fix of yummy him! So tonight that storyline will evolve - now I'm more nervous about that than my results.... Ok. So I lied. I'm not (I tried to fool my brain but failed miserably). Oh no. I hope I don't fail. Then I will be really miserable. Oh no no no no no. Ahhhhhh.
Got to go! The carrots are done! Woohoo!!!! (there is some joy there somewhere) 8/13/2006 No Moth Fly ZoneI haven't seen a moth in my flat since the other day. It would seem that the escaped moth has spread the word. Good job too. 8/8/2006 Moth UpdateBreathe a sigh of relief, the moth was alive! Yey! I released it back into the wild (i.e. chucked it out of the window) and it..erm..sort of flew away. Or was that just the wind blowing it? I'm not sure. But it WAS alive. Phew! The Moth and MeYou know in films when the lead (or whoever) spots a live grenade, takes a few seconds to consider and then reacts by leaping towards it and chucking it before it explodes? Consider this as I tell you what happened last night...I was sitting in bed minding my own business, scribbling in my diary, when I saw a moth flying around in my open doorway. I leapt out of bed with more energy than I knew I held at midnight and slammed the door shut. "HA! Got you! HA!" I said overloudly with body language which screamed "ta da! I'm fantastic!" (I might have even done a little dance too, but I digress). I crawled back to bed feeling overly smug and quite satisfied that I was the winner and, more importantly, Queen of my flat... only to look left and see the bloody moth on the wall right in front of my face. I swear if the moth could have sat in an armchair, dressed in a smoking jacket, puffing a way on a cigar with an "Oh I think not!" expression it would have. So then I spent the next 15 mins or so chasing around after it with a glass. I did catch it, though, I was victorious once again! Ah, actually, it is still in the glass on the side in the kitchen, quite possibly being cooked as I type. Oops. Ach. Now I feel bad. 8/7/2006 Happiness is a cooked sausageWell it's been so long since I last updated my space that it has all changed!!! Not sure I like it just yet but tough really isn't it?!! What have I been up to since I last rambled? Oh yes, I had a date with a nice man. A very buff nice man! What else? Hmmm, my mum and step-dad visited this weekend just gone. The best bit? The gift they gave me... a hand blender! Now I'm sorry but I'm actually really rather excited about this new addition to my kitchen. I tend to burn EVERYTHING. So soup might well be something I can manage? Hm. Maybe. So all of a sudden I have the biggest urge to make soup of everything I cook. "oooh can we blend it?" is the current question of choice right now! My mum, who knows me better than I'd like, wouldn't even trust me to cook pizza on Saturday. No, not because I would try and blend it (although I did silently consider it.. pizza soup?) but because she realises I am a crap cook. "Of course I can manage to cook pizza mum! Anyone can cook pizza" I said with more confidence than I felt. The pressure not to burn was immense. There was some minor charring but I blame the oven. You see it has a mind of its own my oven. Does whatever it wants. More like a furnace - I think the stat is stuffed. The cooker heat is so fierce that I have devised my own method of working out how to oven cook. If the thing (pie, pizza, potato waffles, whatever) requires 200 degrees C (well, actually, even if it doesn't require 200) then I turn the oven to 200, then put it back to, ooh, about 175 and then maybe shut my eyes and tweek in either direction depending on my mood. I then put said item in the oven until I can smell it, I check it, I then forget about it and when I can smell the faint whiff of charcoal it's done. Simple. No food poisoning in my flat I can tell you! This is the method I applied to cooking sausages on Sunday. I had to wait until mum was in the bathroom mind or else she'd have 'interfered' as only mothers-who-know-better do. The sausages were perfect I can tell you!! Ok, so the bacon and eggs were raw and the beans weren't heated yet but that's not the point! Best sausage I've had in months. |
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