I’m feeling great! I’ve an AWESOME day. (I’m still laughing out loud.) And please do note that my ‘awesome’ day has nothing to do with the fact that I watched a grown man puke in his own hands, received a marriage proposal from from a hip/hop Indian gangsta, listened to the best driving tunes ever, bumped into three of my favourite people within seconds of them doing life, one after the other and let a toothless males, in a non matching tracksuit say ”ere, you’re beautiful you,’ then point at the chick behind me…say…’not you…’ and with a gummy smile revert back to me and say ‘yeah you.’ I’m such a gent magnet. I can’t even help it. Not to be pinickety or anything, but i do prefer men with teeth. I don’t know why? But I just do. AND it really does help, if you choose to wear a tracksuit, a chain and a baseball cap, that it all matches. That I can’t get passed. The absence of teeth…maybe.
I’ve had good banter today. Tony…my good guy friend. We get on like a house on fire. We both usually have rubbish love lives…his is not rubbish right now and it seems that he’s not even getting smacked in the face by every girl he meets, so there’s development there. What I enjoy about Tony is the simple fact that we chat about anything without judgment, he’s good fun, great company and a pretty decent guy, Not lame or wet with it. Just ace. (Even if he tries to diddle me out of money for a hot tub. Nice try.) He’s back from Ibiza and I assume that he’s loving life. I also like that his last name is ‘Fox.’ Don’t know why? I just like that. I’d like my last name to be ‘Fox,’ but kinda without having to marry him….ever. HAHAHA. Great guy. So funny. You can’t help but adore him.
Saying that, i’m feeling pretty chipper and all confident right now that I don’t reckon i’d ever get married again, Maybe it’s the Good Lord’s way of saying, ‘Hey, you’re just meant to be single in this lifetime and not take vows…EVER.’ I don’t mind that. I mean, I’m weeing myself about it now because I’m ever so *cringe,* but i remember when Keiran and I had separated and i was in that needy girl phase, where you don’t want to lose the guy, your husband, your entanglement, whatever situation you’re in and I had gone to the forest cabin with the babies. It was our wedding anniversary, my first one without having a husband and he showed up at the cabin. (This was years ago.) Anyway, we were in the hot tub…and I was doing the crying my eyes out thing, in the woods, in a flipping hot tub, seeing if we could patch it all up. *CRINGE.* He really didn’t want to deep down (poor sod) but tried to make me feel better, so went with it…HAHAH, And even though he agreed, we didn’t patch anything up. However, now time has passed, that moment is HILARIOUS to both of us. *CRINGE.* So I guess what i’m saying is that it’s amazing how time and how you’re feeling about yourself at a specific time…and how you develop from that time can change everything. We’re in a much better place now and co parent Junior like champions. Junior’s AMAZING, however, he is a genetic combination of Keiran and I…which makes him the most charming, most cheeky, most feisty when he’s aggravated three year old on the block. (But he’s totally a Mummy’s boy, which all us Mum’s ADORE!! Lol.) There’s a light hearted playfulness to Baby J and I adore it. Ruby on the other hand is sassy and fun, yet with a dash of seriousness. She too gets that from me…which i love…and again…together they make my entire tragic world complete. ME! ME! ME! Lol. Yet Ruby’s tougher emotionally than Junior because when i first began single mummying it, there was only Her & I…and the world. She went through it ALL and felt it. Junior THANKFULLY has had it emotionally cushier. You just don’t mess with Ruby. She’s so smart and so strong…and only five years old.
Posh pork scratching sticks from Marks and Sparks are pretty good. The Spanish Doctor is saving lives and getting on with his own. My chick friend suggested that I actually looked through my Facebook inbox to give people a chance at getting to know me? Eww! Lol. I smiled and nodded and then didn’t. I can’t be bothered. I only skim it and if i notice someone who is potentially ‘ooh laa’ i’ll read the message and see. But it never goes anywhere…and weirdly i’m smiling? I swear i’m a tool. My inbox puts me off…I mean for example, one guy every day sends me a love heart gif of some sort, saying that he misses me, or loves me. Expressive..that’s fine. I never respond. Yet followed by each one is a picture of him blowing me a kiss, being posey on a couch, or naked selfie taking…with his goolies blurred out? HAHAHAHA. It’s put me off guys. Lol. I wish i could show you, yet my sense of loveliness, would never do that to him. I’m literally weeing myself but I don’t find it funny because i’m making fun OF him. I just find it funny, because it’s hilarious. I’m gonna start doing that to guys, yet with frightening pics, of me in a wedding dress. It’s the equivalent. Lol. It’ll be wedding bells all over… My inbox would certainly slow down and be filled with fear.
I only want to get married in the future so i can have a hen do. 🙂 I think that’s a really good reason to enter marital bliss. Have a hen do, wear the dress…keep ya fingers crossed and hope that maybe’s he’s right?
Again, I believe the Good Lord is trying to teach me a lesson, by making me do it over and over again until i prove that I have learnt the lesson, the module, the whatever you want to call it on ‘forever lasting love.’ I’m obviously on page 1, and having to take resits, where as everyone else is on Page 98 and almost done.
I’m beaming today and i don’t know why? But it’s a good thing. Surely posh pork scratching and assorted mints haven’t made me THAT happy?
My good friend Rex, (Big Brother Rex) flew off to Poland today. he got really pissed with the guy that was meant to be going with him this morning. Yet, the guy in question got so blathered the evening before that no one could find him for his Poland flight? I have no clue if he made it, but…this is the THIRD planned holiday where in which Rex has had to go on his own. Lol. I need to holiday with him simply to make sure he has some sort of company.
I haven’t planned any holiday’s this year. I need to. Summer dating is always fun because the dates are all weekend sunny drinks, or ‘do you fancy going away for the weekend on holiday?’ Gives never commit in the Summer. There’s too much bikini selfie temptation. That’s why dating in LA is difficult for EVERYONE. Both genders. Lol. It’s always Winter time when people truly couple up. If you’re ‘Yorkshire,’ he’ll take you to the German Market. 🙂 If you’re ‘London,’ he’ll take you to Winter Wonderland. Lol. Yet it’s awful if you date me during the Winter months as it’s Christmas AND I have a December (week before Christmas) birthday. Great for me. 🙂 However, i have been made aware in the past that it is really rubbish for the guy, as it’s expensive and too much pressure. HAHAHA. I’m a really good gift ever. Super generous. Enjoy gift giving a lot. Yet i NEVER expect anything back. So it’s funny to know that it puts guys under pressure. It shouldn’t…technically if you are awesome, you should have it in the bag.
Anyway, i don’t have anything else to report, other than mojitos. I get asked all the time who I actually fancy and that’s ‘London Business Guy’ YET he doesn’t fully fancy me. Lol. He’s withdrawing… And ofcourse…that doesn’t make this too great on my side, does it? 🙂 🙂 Well done Me. 🙂