Life right now though!!! EEek!

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Happy Friday! I hope you’ve jiggled your feeling into place! I obviously have a lot going on right now, but i’m dandy. I might have accumulated a stress rash, (ooh delicious..) but let’s face it, right now, life could be worse.

My inbox is rammed. I had THE SINGLE MOST AMAZING PHONE CALL this morning. You know when you’re just a massive fan of people and they call you. That’s what happened to me, this morning!

It’s Insane!

My life is surreal right now and it almost feels like it hasn’t even started?

I’m about to shimmie into the ‘First Dates’ restaurant, to have a flirt with our Fred. I’m so grateful to be given a shot at love.

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My date with Jonny, is already being called one of ‘First Dates’ most SEXUALLY CHARGED DATES, in FIRST DATES’ HISTORY. 

Haha.

( I enjoy that i’ve managed to tinker onto the most romantic show and ruin it., by being sexually charged. Lol)

Mum: ‘Ugh, you haven’t gone and ruined my favourite show have you! Lol’

I lived the date, but haven’t watched the date, and I certainly enjoyed a tipple or two hundred…Hurrah!

I dread to think what I’ve said or done!

Yet, i’m so happy. I’m so excited. I’m busy as hell. I’ve just signed to new management.

(They represent Idris Elba, the ‘Sexiest Man Alive.’ I know!!!!)

There’s been tons of Wunna Land support and I can’t wait to just kick back and tune in…I’ll be tuning in like the rest f you,…

I have family time tomorrow with Ruby & Junior. Then I shoot off to Manchester on Sunday.

MONDAY MORNING, I’m on CAPITAL YORKSHIRE!!!

I KNOW!!!

AS ‘ACTUAL’ IF!!!

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Smear me in Nandos ‘Peri Peri’ gravy! 

I’m talking all things ‘First Dates’ with Adam & Jo Jo...and it’s CRAZY, because I live for their show!!!! stalk them. I copy them. I want to be them!! Haha

I literally tune in every morning and wee myself a little with Northern delight!

I can’t actually believe that I’m on their show!!!

I hear Monday night’s First Dates, is said to be a ‘tricky one,‘ as a bombshell is dropped…There’s a revelation.

Y’know what…I’m just enjoying my time…

I HAVE A LOT TO TELL YOU…

SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED, SINCE!!

However, it’s Friday and I need wine…So follow all my ‘socials’ and stay tuned for the Wunna ‘Magic’ on First DatesMonday, 10pm, Channel 4.

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Next Time On First Dates….

Afternoony, my little trickles of glistening, tinsel torn, kitty wrap. (I don’t know what that means either? Just go with it.)  How are you? I’m great. But knackered. Family airport runs, kicked me in the ‘girl parts.’ I can’t open my eyes. At least if I had ‘goolies,’ it would cushion the blow. Infact, if I had ‘goolies,’ I wouldn’t WANT to open my eyes. I’m too awkward for ‘goolies.’

I love calling balls, ‘goolies…’ like the ‘Juicy’ velour joggers…I want to bring it back! 

I’m currently blogging from Ackworth Garden, by Baby Jesus and the 3 Wisemen. Hopefully some of their wisdom *rubs* off on me, (it’s usually other things that dudes try to rub off on me.)  But i’m feeling lucky!

I’m not too bothered about Baby Jesus, though? He’s been strapped down, by a beautiful chica named ‘Leoni’ who bakes reindeer buns and he now looks a little ‘bondage.’ If I glued studs onto him, he’d be winning at life.

Why am I trying to ruin Baby Jesus? He’s done nothing wrong? Can I get into trouble for that? I reckon i’ve done pretty well to not have already BURST INTO FLAMES, simply by being near ‘Godly’ looking characters.

UGH! I’m so tired!!

(And I’m already getting trolled by keyboard warriors. It’s only 17 minutes past noon. Gimme a break.) 

Okay. I’m gonna cut the crap.

*Slurps Americano.*

Last night, I stayed up to watch ‘First Dates,’ on Channel 4, because next MONDAY, 10pm, I’m on it and they always do the..

‘Next time on First Dates…’ thing, don’t they!

I actually love, that bit….Of course as well as the show! (It’s a great show because it combines, raw and real, surprise moments, with positive banter, dates and love.)

However, when it’s YOU, on the ‘Next time on First Dates…’ bit, it’s kinda surreal????

I haven’t been on telly, on a big show… in a really long time. In fact, it was almost 10 years. Time has flown!! As if it has been nearly 10 ENTIRE years, since I tried to be Paris Hiltons Bestie?? I must’ve got so old, without realizing.

They say that happens….

BUT, luckily,  i’ve managed to fit  a lot into that time. I’ve wiggled out two babies, had a marriage, a divorce, created a sex toy range, been on numerous dates, had a rubix cube of career changes, started a business and done everything in between.

It may not seem like it, but i’ve done alright. But more importantly, i’ve enjoyed it and also met so many wonderful people along the way.

I’ve  also ‘diaried’ it all out. ‘ALMOST’ every day. 😉 I’ve been hungover, busy, tired, scared or lazy, on the days that I skipped.

At least i’m still cocktailing….

You can’t win’em all…

But yeah, I’m much older. (37.) I’m much wiser. (NOT.) Yet, still just as annoying on the telly!! How can this BE!!!! At 20 something, I didn’t realize how annoying I was!!!??!!!  I thought I was ACE!?! Now, i’m like ‘WT *ACTUAL* F!!’

I’m going to take a ‘troll festival’ of online battering….

I usually never ever watch myself back, because like most people, I find myself SO CRINGE. I look different. I sound different But only to me and no one else?? Haha.

However, I can tell you this time, I couldn’t be more giddy, to watch life in the First Dates restaurant, as I strut in and try my hand at love, next Monday.

There’s just something about that place, that fills your heart with ‘ooh laa.’

There’s a magic in the air and it’s filled with goodness, life excitement and hope.

UGH! I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU, BUT I CAN’T!!!

Here’s the clip I saw, last night…

Me: ‘Why have you not told me that I have an annoying voice!?!’

Firmonnell (Chick Bestie) : ‘It’s not annoying. I love it. No one will be surprised by your voice, but YOU! Haha.’

Brett: ‘Your laugh definitely needs a bit of work..Lol…BUT your voice is just YOU!’

Sal: ‘She doesn’t have t tell you….Everyone else will have their cyber go at telling you…Lol’ 

Me: ‘No wonder men thing i’m weird!!!’

Firmonnell: ‘It’s not your voice…’

Me: ‘Can we blame my voice please…K’thanx..’

You need bits of banter to survive it…

(Your friends will have ya back, always! They’ll give you a good roasting, yet won’t let anyone else talk shit about you! Hahaha. The masses who might give ‘trolling’ a go, didn’t go through the what I did, what I have…Some of them, won’t ever have the opportunity to treasure such a moment…and a moment only has to last a second. That’s why it’s important to celebrate all that you are and all that you do…regardless!)

Anyway…

…even though i’m dashed with the ‘oh my goodness…’ reliving the moment will be nothing short of an absolute joy.

I mean that with all of my heart…

I’m the luckiest girl. ..and I love moments like this because you also get to actually SEE part of my life journey, in real life…instead of just in written word.

I mean, I talk about love, dating and all sorts, on a daily. You ask me questions about love, dating and all sorts on a daily, on my Insta Story.

That’s why it’s great to let you BE THERE AND SEE for yourselves, this time. Y’know, hear (Lord help you) and feel with me….It’s almost like letting a ‘book’ come alive! Letting words dance off a page…

If you follow this blog, you’ll get it. You will know how much LOVE means to me. It makes my heart flutter, my eyes glisten and my world go around in a ‘swirl.’

I’m never scared of hearing my heart break, because it’s broken and crunched so many times before, that it’s a trooper…It didn’t matter if I was here in the UK or in West Hollywood, my heart filled with glee and ‘ouchied,’ just as many times. 

But i’m still here smiling! I’ve always given love a go, whenever my heart tells me to, because I know how important it is. 

‘A life without love, is like a song without melody…’

What I’ve learnt about love, over the years is to take chances and that no matter what, your heart will always heal. Even if it takes years! It will always glue it’s pretty self back together and help you feel magic once more, BUT ONLY IF YOU LET IT. ONLY if you also LEARN from the bad times and stick at it. 

When i’m in love, I’m alive.  We all are….Even when we pretend we’re not! Even when we pretend we don’t need it. Sometimes, we fool ourselves….

(Wait! I just need to check to see how Baby Jesus is doing?)

I wish I had more sleep?

I wish I could tell you everything, now! But no can do! I have weeks of blog stories!!!

Why do I look like I rolled around in a pig sty of bronzer, whenever i’m on the telly… ? I look like an Asian Miss.Piggy! But I weirdly love it! It’s me. I’m me. I mean, fuck it, i’ve done it now, haven’t I!

Anyway,

My Inbox is now FULL of guys, asking me out on Dates?  It’s mental. It’s like a spaghetti junction of lost penis.

One guy’s sent me this…

‘Let me take you on a date next week…Lunch and then a random activity.x’

Random Activity?? Hahaha. I’m terrified!  Isn’t that just the same as ‘Netflix and Chill?’ 😉

Code for:

‘Hey Baby, let me give you snacks, then bone you…’

I will tell you that my friends are filled with utter glee, by the simple fact that i’ve actually gone this far to find love….Hahaha..

‘I can’t believe you’re actually on it!!!’

‘I cannot believe you’re doing a First Dates!!’

‘I feel so sorry for your date!! Haha.’

‘I am so excited, because there is no actual way, that you don’t make a dick of yourself! Haha!!’

‘As if, you went on a blind fucking date on the telly! Lol!!’

‘I love this!!!’

‘Can’t wait for this! So low key of you! Haha’

‘Your annoying voice, has just filled my living room.’

‘There’s no way, he’s asked for a girl like you.. Haha.’

So yeah….

Monday, 10 pm, Channel 4….You get to watch me, strut into the ‘First Dates’ restaurant in hope to find true love…..

Wish me luck…

Chrissie, x

ps/ A guy has just sent me this message…

‘So, what ya saying babe…3 pics of ya tits, 2 of ya ass and i’ll transfer £400 to you…’

THEN sent me a screenshot of a bank transfer to a girl who had said ‘yes’ and agreed..

Where have all the good men gone?? 

 

Tiki Bars, Exes, Massage Chairs & Anal Thumping…

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I keep having this recurring dream, where i’m in a Tiki bar (lol..ofcourse,) with the same faces, that I don’t know in REAL life, but know like best friends in ‘dream land.’ (Hahah. Don’t ask!) In this Tiki Bar, there are really exotically, lavish looking cocktails. The one I always see in my dream, is the one that comes in a ceramic,sort of zombie, hula dancer’talldrinky cup…and it ‘moonwalks‘ backwards, around the rim of peoples wooden Tiki tables, as they *wink* at strangers and I watch on.

That’s all normal.

(In my world.)

But last night, I dreamt that Mike, my first husband was there (in this Tiki Bar..He’d hate that) and we were falling back in love, but sexily. (I don’t love him, don’t worry. My dream just wanted me to.) We kept feeling it each other up lovingly and cuddling all the time? It was almost as if he was the ‘key’ to all my life happiness.

Then we went back to a dark hotel and had ‘dream land’ sex. But it felt like we were in New York, high in the sky. I remember looking out of a window that looked over the city. 

I got zapped out of that! I *blinked* and everything had disappeared. 

Then…

…all of a sudden ‘Boyband Jonny,’ who I used to date years ago, straight after the Hilton Show, *popped* up in my dream. He’s Gay now. In fact, he was Gay, all along. He just didn’t realize it, at the time, when he dated me. He mixed up fancying me, for simply finding me fabulous. I’m probably the only girl, he’s ever had ‘half sex’ with. He said, I broke his heart. I didn’t though. I was simply ‘key’ to him discovering himself.

I like Jonny, he’s cool. He was actually a great boyfriend. He wrote me a love letter, when I left in a taxi. I am extremely happy, that HE is happy now, he’s found himself and utter true love. 

I don’t mind an unfortunate bit of ‘heart break,’ if it’s helpful. 

HOWEVER…

I do hate it when my exes hijack my dreams!!! Especially,when i’m at a Tiki Bar, (do they not have dream land’ manners.) A Tiki bar, by the way, is my favourite kind of bar in the whole wide world. (If i could own one, I would. Yet, not for profit, just for kicks.)

I want to be able to have my heart broken, storm into my Tiki, BE pissed off, put on my hula skirt, and sip rum out of a flaming fired coconut, with a cocktail umbrella in my hair, as I  pull faces and cry.

I’d have to own it, simply because I wouldn’t want to get my ‘sorry, hula, ass’ up and pay my tab , whilst crying. I’d need Tiki minions for that.

It’d make ‘hearkbreak’ much easier.

I just can’t get away from being haunted by my exes. Why??

STUPID CUPID, you’re A REAL MEAN, guy.

I’m even getting tattoos shortly, to both celebrate and at the same time REMIND ME of things that happened to me this year…

AGAIN, I’ve had a big year of change and I need to remember it. I want to remember it. So I’m going to Tattoo it.

Ofcourse…Lol

(I haven’t had a tattoo in a million years.)

I was telling Ruby, in bed, last night…and even SHE *paused,* laughed and said..

‘Oh my GOD! Don’t get THAT ONE!!!’

She’s SEVEN! Hahaha. She looked at me like I was ‘whacked.’

Hurrah! Flaming Coconut Drinks for everyone!

Yesterday, I was doing bits of Christmas shopping, at The Frenchgate Centre, in Doncaster, and I decided to go on the ‘Put £1 in it’ massage chairs.

I love a massage.

I love a moment, where you can just hit *pause* and relax for a second, during the bustle. That’s why I used to love Prosecco Pit Stop. (Which no longer exists.)

Woe is me….

BUT, OH MY GOODNESS!

I haven’t actually been on a massage chair in YEARS. Let me tell you. They HAVE IMPROVED!!

I’m sat there, slightly awkward, slightly in public, slightly okay with it though. I’m used to winging an awkward situation and making it look glam. (Hilton taught me well.)

The money goes in the slot and HOLY SHIT, that CHAIR, MADE LOVE TO ME.

It caressed and moaned and rubbed and loved. It oozed. It cared. It romanced and it danced.

THEN…OUT OF NOWHERE…

THE massage chair STARTS ******* BATTERING ME. It starts PUNCHING MY BACK with glee. Then BASHING MY HEAD, FROM SIDE TO SIDE. (Haha.) It starts SQUEEZING THE LIFE, out of my little Asian ribs …and WORST OF ALLEMBEDDED IN THE CHAIR, MUST HAVE BEEN AN ANAL THUMPER…

HAHAHA…

SOMETHING KEPT RISING UP, IN THE CHAIR AND THUMPING ME UP THE BUM, BUM….

..REPEATEDLY!!!!!

HAHAHA.

I couldn’t make it stop and I kept having to pretend, everything was lovely, because I was in public and my daughter was stood next to me. LOL

Do I just have this affect on everything!?! Nothing can just LOVE ME FOREVER, without aggressively Anal thumping me? It started so ‘steadily.’ It loved me. IT DID!!! Then just went MAD and started being hateful or horny????

THEN, when the abused had finished, the chair went on to *SQUEEZE* by legs to death (and my legs are pathetic like Bambi…But luckily, it all suddenly *stopped.*

BUT my legs had got TRAPPED!!! (Hahaha)

WHAT THE ******* IS MY LIFE!!!

I thought the deal was that I only had to ‘suffer’ through the LOVE part of my existence…NOT the ACTUAL other bits of actual LIFE TOO!

ANAL THUMPING!

I put FIFTY SHADES TO SHAME.

Who needs, a RED ROOM? In fact, who needs a fucking husband!?!

I want another go!!!

Ruby was there trying to free my legs, but laughing so hard, she was in tears. MY MUM KNEW, bad stuff was going to happen to me, so instead of protecting me, she decided to FILM the horror.

I’m sure she’s secretly like, ‘I paid shit loads of money to put you through school, you WILL become a STAR, even if I have to FORCE IT, film it and get the insta likes FOR YOU!!’

Then I get home, needing 72 wines, a bit of calm and a spot of telly and all that’s on is a ‘Come Dine With Me’ episode with a Farmer, who has made everyone horny with BEETROOT, by fireworks and an ex body building Geordie, in a purple towel, who’s baked a pie?

I LOVE ‘COME DINE WITH ME.’ (I once got asked to go on the show, but didn’t go on it, because I didn’t want to cook for everyone…which obviously is the whole point. Haha.)

I don’t even cook for my own children, let alone strangers. (Ruby at 7, could probably be a fine dining, food critic, she’s eaten out THAT much.)

Bottom line, I was passing time before ‘X Factor,’ followed by a dose of ‘I’m a Celeb.’

After the massage chair, I wasn’t in the mood for watching pies being made…I either needed a documentary on GOD, TO heal my broken soul, like a prayer. OR just go the other way and find something on the lines of ‘Debbie Does Dallas.’

This time next week, I’m on FIRST DATES!!! 

I’M ON FIRST DATES, NEXT MONDAY!!!

I actually can’t wait to watch tonight’s episode. It’s almost like a starter, for my ‘next week’ main! 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fights, Sulking & True Love…

I had such a stressy night. All was well. All was wonderful. The Babies and I were a delight. All was sound, as we gathered in our *comfies* and watched telly, by the Christmas tree, with snacks.

Junior got the ‘Special Mention’ at school, so was filled with happiness. Ruby was overjoyed that it was finally the weekend, so she could relax. They had survived their consecutive day, ‘School Accident Form’ doo/dah and life was simply BLISS. (Junior was cute because when passing, he heard teachers talking about Ruby in the office. She had just had a fall. He stopped and asked if he could go see her in her classroom. Once granted, he went in and hugged her, to make sure she was okay. Aww! Lol)

Bliss! Delight! Let’s Call Disney & Tell Them To Make A Movie!

THEN…

…my Mum pops around, we have a massive fight, and everything turns to shit. We’re both really strong headed, so it’s annoying, when we bicker. The thing about my Mum is that, she’s about to go on Holiday for 2 weeks. Even though she loves a holiday, (don’t we all,) every single INCH of HER worries about the babies and I, during her absence. She a proper family woman. A great mum. But she’s nuts.

After the sharp bicker, that played almost like a swift, yet verbal knife throw, I got so bored of sitting there awkwardly, (y’know when you just sit there, being silent and pulling faces, so everyone in the room KNOWS your mad, Lol) that I did the only thing I knew how to do, as a daughter.

That was stand up, storm out of the room, perform a giant, angry hair toss, fling my glitter shoes at a wall and strut upstairs, stomping on every step. Haha. I then wet wiped all my face OFF, took off all my clothes OFF and with a *HUFF* went OFF to bed!!

All. Lights.Out.

The art of ‘SULKING’ is exhausting. I hate it. I tossed and turned all night.

I’m such a Sasserilla, when I think i’m right, that my opponent has NO CHANCE.

Then I had this dream that I was high in the sky, amongst the clouds , but falling out of a plane, tied to Talique from ‘I’m a Celebrity.’ I’m not sure if it was a ‘losing control’ kinda dream or a sexy one? I can’t quite decide? Haha. But yes, I’ve woken up fine, but stressed…even though everything’s kinda gone back to normal. It’s made me feel unbalanced.

We do this, The Wunna’s….We have these ‘Blow Outs’ and then everything goes back to normal, straight away…and mainly because if not, I WILL SULK FOREVER. 😉 I’m a proper grudge holder, until I hear a sincere apology.

Honestly, I’m awful for a ‘sulk sesh.’ I’m not really good at it, but I FULLY COMMIT to it. I’m loyal and brimming with pride. I’m also vain, so I like to look good when I sulk. Haha. It’s great when you’re sulking, after a fight with a guy who’s attracted to you, because their willies kick into action and you always win the war.

I think there’s a problem with me because there’s no grey area. There’s no fuzzy, static channel. It’s all swift flying emotion, or nothing at all. That’s with BOTH happiness & despair. I’d sort it, if I could be bothered.  But there’s cocktails to sip and I kinda like who I am.

Anyway…

(I currently have ‘Thanku, Next’ playing in the background. How is Ariana Grande’s voice so beautiful? She literally sounds like a dream. She can take any song and swirl it with a sound of smooth, angelic empowerment. I wish I could sing. I wish I could ice skate.)

So, I got this strange Snapchat message, yesterday evening. No. It wasn’t strange. It was actually lovely. Really lovely. The kind of message that I adore.

‘You’re so beautiful. X’

I’m classing it as ‘strange’ simply because I didn’t expect it to pop up, (I had to double take) and then I couldn’t decide if it was friendly, suggestive, by accident, all of the above, or even correct of him? I already know the guy closely. I just didn’t expect it, because he’s not in the correct ‘relationship status’ box.

That’s not cool.

However, I understand what he’ll be going through right now, because i’m going through the exact same thing…So he could’ve just had a couple of gins and let a mixture of his memories, his heart and his ‘really big’ willy take the lead.

I saved the conversation on purpose to terrify him…Boys sometimes need to feel terrified. They can’t have their cake and eat it. Even if they think they can…

I’m fine with the message though. I’ve done the ‘ginned up’ message numerous times, through life. So, I get it. My messages are always tragic though, because I don’t have a willy. (I might grow one, for kicks though.)

I wish I could just *blink* and be having fun in a Leeds cocktail bar right now.

Why am I so grumpy today???

I’m missing ‘The Swirl.’

 

 

Mums Night, Pink Gin & Trainer’s named ‘Oral?’

You have my greatest apologies for the lateness of this blog. Life is deliciously manic right now. It’s mad. Yet the word i’m gonna focus on is ‘delicious.‘ Anytime I have, where Wunna Land turns ‘lickety lips, Mmmm yeah,’ we’re still okay right? I’m still okay, right?

I’m excited.

(My eyes are sore as hell today, though. I fell asleep on the sofa by the Christmas tree and shocked myself up by a Tiger Beer, with only one eyelash on. Don’t you dare try and tell me i’m not a superstar! Haha.) 

I’m currently over the moon. I’m feeling lucky. I’m feeling grateful. But before I *shimmie* my way to all that, good stuff….Thursday night was  School Mums night.

A night that I weirdly treasure….

It’s actually taken me ages to write this blog because I couldn’t decide which bits were real, which bits i’ve made up in my head and which bits I actually wanted to tell you about?

I’ve had writers block. No. That’s a lie, i’ve had a muddly head over it all…because I can’t tell you everything, the way I want to to tell you it. 🙂

Oh LORD! Haha.

In the end (which is now,) I just went with… ‘blog it out anyway.’ I’ve got so much going on with First Dates episode airing soon etc…I just need to get back on my Unicorn and frisbee this blog out. Y’know, ‘move the road work signs‘ myself, instead of fucking around, like a noodle. (Do noodles fuck around? Haha)

So here goes….

Thursday night. I had two events that I could’ve gone to, or a film premier if I fancied. I turned them ALL down to go on School Mums night. It was my first choice of action, because I adore the mums and why not hang out with a bunch of people I DO know, instead of walking a red carpet with a bunch of people I don’t really know, right?

Events are work and I get that I have a tv appearance about to air. I understand that, I should be concentrating on the ‘being seen part of life, right now.

Yet at 37, i’m not so arsed about the ‘show’ of it all and utterly happy with the fact that I get to keep it simple and just ‘diary’ life out.

Some call it ‘dumb.’ Some call it ‘smart.’ I call it real. 

However, I AM GOOD, at ‘the show’ of it all… 😉 I just prioritize differently….now that i’m a grown up.

Anyway, School Mums Night.

( School Mums night doesn’t happen often. Yet, these ladies are all ladies who I respect and if i’m being honest, I really enjoy being around them. It’s the real life engagements that matter to me, always. That’s why I adore the 30 year old version of myself, because the 20 year old ‘Hollywood’ version of me….would’ve chose differently.)

I’m rambling…Let’s get to it…

(Why am I fucking rambling??? POUR ME A COCKTAIL!!)

Thursday night, I’m with the Mums at Ego, in Ackworth. We all have kids who go to a nearby Private school and since our children are doing this journey together, we try to be close. We try to make the effort to stay close and be acquainted, via the fine art of Whatsapp groups, kindness and all sorts.

These ladies are GREAT WOMEN. Successful women. Y’know, the powerful kind and you can see each of their stories when you look into their eyes.

I scanned the table and read each one’s life, in a second….I always do that, but I tend to wiggle it off with banter and bimbo-isms. 😉 

Their souls are alive, dominant and strong. They’re busy women, or home makers. Yet there’s a warmth to them, even though they seem like they’re the Queen of their own worlds.

I find it ravishing.

We’re all different from one another. But we’re ALL WONDERFUL. 😉 We each possess our own superpower. I couldn’t have celebrated Thursday night… with a better set of Ladies.

THANKFULLY, it was OVER WINE… 🙂 Haha.

We were actually meant to go to Wakefield, to do tapas at Jose’s. Yet at the last minute we ended up at Ego in Ackworth, simply because it was easier. Some were fine. Others were distracted by traffic, by Christmas tree lighting’s, hard times and Dr. Ranj.

I personally didn’t actually care where we went, (I didn’t want to see Dr.Ranj though. Haha. I’d already seen him gyrating merrily at the Diversity in Media Awards on the dance floor, in a beautiful suit and he was ace. I’ve already ticked that off my bucket list. Just give me a strong cocktail.) 

ANYWAY…

‘Shall we make it Ego?’

(Miss.Murphy is always great because she’ll catch a vibe and solve a problem immediately. She’s sexy. I’ll catch a vibe but do nothing about it. Haha. She’s good at directing. She’s good at Sheep herding. She can cut through the muddle, the mist. She heard dithering and she whopped it’s ‘baby powered’ ass, with ‘ooh laa.’)

Me: ‘Honestly, it could be in Paris and I’d fly there…’

(I’d like a Mums dinner in Paris. I need to tug at their inner adventure… 🙂  Saying that.. Miss.Muprhy & I couldn’t even remember to show up at the right time for school pick up yesterday….Maybe Paris is a bit of a lofty goal…? )

Miss.Murphy: ‘I forgot it was ******* Christmas Bauble Painting. I’m sat in my car waiting..’

Me: ‘ME TOO! I’ve had to go to ******* Ego..’

(You’re allowed to go to the bar, when you do things wrong. Don’t judge me. Plus, I get away with it because I’m the wild one…)

I’m certainly the most annoying School Mum. But I just like a good time. Then I like to dash my ‘good time’ with uncensored banter and with a wine glass in my hand.

I reckon I’m an alcoholic…Not even a functioning one…

Everything got sorted…(Not by me. Lol.) I just went with ‘whatever,’ because at the end of the day..fuck it. I need wine and I don’t like spaces between my wine drinking. 😉

Booyah!

I arrive at Ego first because I had a meeting there previous for a Cosmopolitan feature. Lil’ Miss Childs joined me, but tried to scare me with the old ‘cold hands’ trick.

(My arms do ‘Karate Chops’ if you try and scare me. I don’t know why or how? They just burst into ‘Karate’ mode and I think it’s bevause I’m Asian?)

Lil’ Miss Childs: ‘I tried to scare you…’

Me: ‘You can’t scare me when i’m sat in front of a giant mirror that can SEE YOU, you idiot. I told Miss. Murphy, that i’d punch you if you didn’t get drunk tonight.’

Lil’ Miss.Childs: ‘ Hahah. I’m getting a drink..’

I love Lil’Miss.Childs. She’s fun and puts up with my bullshit.

Everyone starts arriving one by one and getting a drink at the bar. The pleasantries are made. It’s always polite and head noddy at first…Until it kicks in. Then my squinty little eyes saw a new Mum venture to the bar and bring back an entire bottle of red as her first drink…Lol…So, I figured, dinner was either going to go REALLY well, or really badly. 😉

YIPPEEE!!!

We’re all seated at a really long table at Ego…and our dinner out commences…

I could’ve sat at the table and just drank all night. I’m really not an eater, on a night out. I’m awful for it. But I got the linguine and swirled it into my belly for substance.

Drinks, dinner and all sorts were served over banter…and even though some of us are closer than others, we kinda got to know a little bit more about the person sitting next to us…..via the fine art of polite ‘drilling.’ 😉

I’m a shit, so i’ll just talk, without censor. It is literally ‘The Real Housewives of Yorkshire.’

(I’m still not over the fact that School Mum Lori turned ‘Real Housewives of Marbella’ down. Lol. I love Lori madly…Especially now that I know she can ice skate backwards!! I love anyone who can ice skate because I think it’s so beautifully impossible!!)

Then she said this…

‘I just wanted to smash that bottle of wine over her head.’

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Her daughter had the most brilliant ‘Greatest Showman’ themed party, and some really forgetful lady, who owned the party venue forgot to show up, open up and let Lori in to set up. (She apparently showed up sometime later…with a bottle of wine. Haha.)

More drinks were poured. More table banter was exchanged. New Mum ‘Alice’ had arrived.  I like Alice because I bumped into her the next day and she was alarmed at how little everyone drank…

Alice: ‘I was planning to get a taxi home and roll in late. But no-one seemed to be drinking, so I just had a gin & tonic?!’

Me: ‘You we’re just sat at the wrong end of the table! 🤣🤣’

(I’m sure I woke up still pissed?)

Anyway, after linguine we get talking about working out…

Lori: ‘You need to do a class..’

Me: ‘I think I need a trainer.’

Miss.Murphy: ‘You need MY trainer. His name is ‘Oral!’

HOLD UP! What!?! As if she has the joy of being stretched out and trained by a burly ‘chunka hunka’ who’s name is pronounced ‘ORAL!’

I want her life! I want ‘ORAL.’ If she doesn’t share him, I’m going to poke her in the eye…She can’t run well with ONE GOOD eye, can she? Then he’ll be ALL MINE!!! (Saying that, she’s raising some kind of sports champion..)

Miss.Murphy: ‘His name’s pronounced *ORAL.* I can walk into work and say *i’ve just had 30 minutes Oral and i’m aching…* They love it!’

Whoever he is! I need him. Does PT-ing work the same here, as it does in LA? 😉🤣 I swear all my guy friends took jobs as personal trainers, when we were young, simply to ‘bone’ as many Beverly Hills Mums, as possible. Now, that I AM a Mum…I’m kinda in!

Then we talked work, PR, Uni, Goldsmiths, Professional Present Wrappers…

Me: ‘Who the fuck can wrap like that!’

Lil’ Miss Childs: ‘I CAN, Chrissie!’

Then we went onto life, partners, money and it came to paying the bill….

So…

USUALLY…we don’t care who’s had what, we’ll just split it, right?

Normal protocol…

But for some reason, it all got really complicated…and I don’t enjoy complications. I’m lazy like that….I like things to be easy….and…I kinda like things to be socially correct. Lol.

I went with it anyway, because I felt too awkward. Haha.

The night ended merrily…

With text messages like..

‘Your carriage awaits..’

Followed by…

‘I’m on my way…’

Everyone ventured home and I stood outside, to have a farewell banter with Miss.Murphy & Lil’Miss.Childs…

Farewell turned into…

‘Let’s have more drinks…’

‘Where?’

’There’s tons of pubs up here…!’

‘COME ON!’

‘No, I’m being sensible..’

‘We’re going for drinks…’

And before you know it, Lil’ Miss.Childs and I were strutting up to the next pub, at around 11pm, talking love…

Miss.Childs: ‘You should be with Pete! I like him. I’ve been with Dylan since I was 15!’

Me: ‘Nooooo… I’m not being with Pete. We just co-parent well! Everyone loves PETE! Haha.’

Just like that, I blinked and found us sat in a cosy village pub, all warm and merry, with giant pink gins as our companions.

We laughed the rest of the night away, loudly, merrily and without a care in the world…WITHOUT censor.

Then i’m sure she tried to convince me that she wanted to be a ‘Wrapper.’ But everytime she said it, she must’ve looked into my mind because she kept pissing herself and saying…

‘I keep saying WRAPPER, but it’s sounding like I mean RAPPER. Lol’

I couldn’t take her seriously after pink gin!

I was literally in stitches because every second she said ‘wrapper’ I imagined her desperately wanting to be a gangsta!

What a great way to end the night!

Me: ‘Should we have another…?’

Lil’Miss.Childs: ‘Chrissie! They’re shut now!!’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Naked Sprinkling & Christmas Merriment!

Morning!! I hope you’ve had the most amazing Christmas time! I spent it with my family…ALL The Wunnas, in ALL THE LAND and it couldn’t have been more wonderful. We’re such a close family and to just watch Ruby & Junior be SO EXCITED about the arrival of Santa, just made me kitten heart melt. It’s just amazing.

Having children at Christmas, sets your world on fire with love. And just being around my Mum and Dad etc…was great. I’m a little independant Sasserilla, but I am 100 percent a family girl. It was brilliant! I mean I sat with my Mum over cocktail sausages and watched a bit of Strictly and we just pissed ourselves, as my Dad and Brother had kips. My Dad’s ace because he’ll sit and enjoy a Port with me. (He’s an emotional man, so he may weep during the process. Lol) My Mum’s ace because she’s just an amazing MOTHER. We can sit and watch The Hangover and cry with laughter at the most inappropriate moments.

Mum: ‘I love it when the naked Chinese man jumps out the car boot and humps him!’

(Now, you all get why I have such a rubbish sense of humour. It’s evil!)

But let’s rewind.

So, the evening before. Christmas Eve. A time where some of you are out on the razzle, kissing strangers under the mistletoe, (remember when you were in school and the boys used to attached mistletoe to their trouser belts and try and make you kiss them under it??? Eww! Maybe it was a 90’s thing? Maybe it was a Private School thing? Lol)

Anyway, the rest of you either made your way back home to your families or like moi got your children excited for Christmas morning.

We watched Christmas movies, laid out a mince ie, carrots and milk for Santa and Rudolph. I leave nothing under the tree. Nothing at all. I do the ‘everythign magically appears on Christmas Morning’ thing, which is quite practically a ball ache.

So, I let Junior leave his ‘boobie traps’ for Santa…and I tinkered the babies upstairs for a big sleep.

OH MY LORD!!

(By this point i’d filled my soul with champagne.)

MY KIDS, ofcourse DO NOT want to go sleep and instead insist that they are going to CAMP OUT ALL NIGHT IN MY ROOM, WATCHING FOR SANTA TO f**&(*$*&&&* ARRIVE!!!  They set up some crazy blanket tent, with snacks and standed guard.

So, I had to pretend to fall asleep. Junior was on Team Mum, because I had manipulated him with love 😉 …so he got into bed with me first…then Ruby followed at about midnight, because she FINALLY FELT EXHAUSTED.

I too, unfortunately fell asleep at this point. Champers, full bellies and discreet present wrapping had killed me off for a while. My ENTIRE FAMILY (as in my Mum, Dad, and Brother, were also staying at mine, to watch the babies open their presents in the morning.)

I WAS COMPLETELY NAKED.

Laid on top of my sheets, because my brother had turned the HEAT ON, some kinda crazy ‘full blast.’ Now, I like it hot…but I had to fling my giant fox onesie off, like a budget stripper gram, in order to just BREATHE and feel cold air on my skin.

But yes, there I was starfish naked, on my sheets…and my Mum ‘nudges’ me up with a..

‘Get up, you need to put all the gifts under the tree…’

So, I fling on some satin pj polka dot bottoms, a tshirt, a giant white faux fur and a pair of cream heels…like ALL THE FASHION DISASTERS IN ONE…tip toe out, half asleep to my car, gather all the pre wrapped good from y back seat ant boot, that i’d shoved in a giant plastic carrier bag and hidden under a Little Mistress faux fur…dragged them into the house, plonked all the presents under the tree…nibbled carrots like the reindeers had had a go at them, drank a cup of milk and made it look ‘spilt’ (because Santa’s so busy) and then ate half a mince pie…which I HATE. I despise a mince pie.

At this point I was filled with glee, because I had completed my Mummy duties…So ofcourse I Snapchat it, like i’m some kinda ‘Hero,’ take everything off and get back in bed. I also swigged a mouthful of Baileys OUT THE FUCKING BOTTLE, before I tucked myself in, because i’m classy like that. (Shut up, it was Christmas.)

Got settled, felt like the comfiest soul in the world, then…

JUMPED UP WITH FEAR!!

I’d totally forgotten that I needed to sprinkle out Santa’s footprints.

SO, not being arsed to put any clothes on because it was  STILL BOILING and I hadn’t had the sense to just turn the heating down…I get out of bed FULLY STARKERS…RUMMAGE IN A BAG, where I had hidden some ‘Lemon Fresh’ Shake & Fresh….and in the complete NUDE….and in the half dark, I totter around my house, holding this green ‘shake and vac’  shaker, sprinkling Santa’s snow footprints all over my home.  The footprints made no sense. Nudity made no sense. I got to bed around 2am.

It was all totally worth it!

The next morning, we all had a lay in and the shock on their faces made my entire world complete.

I had the best Christmas Day!

It was filled with family, love and glamourous hilarity.

I whopped out my breakfast platter, I cooked, we danced to Christmas songs, we opened presents, we drank..OH I DRANK MY ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT IN EVERYTHING…i need to stop….and after messaging all my friends abroad and someone here that I care about, then sending the babies off to their daddies in the evening…

I settled down with my Mum and we watched a ginger Rugby player Oli visit the First Dates restaurant and go on a date with Kat…for us all to watch and judge. Lol  (I loved their date. He gifted her with a photo of his butt. J I love that show. There’s a magic to it..A magic that everyone can relate to.)

Today, I’m spending some time with my Mum and Dad. I need to get out of my pyjamas at some point…and then i’m headed to The Carleton to meet my chicks friends for a couple of drinky poos!

Have an amazing Boxing Day!

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Keeping my options open…& Lee walks in…

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Smashed Day 1 of what i’m labeling my ’10 day stretch’ with the greatest of ease, a smile, a greeting of a new face, and pretty much like a champion. To say I tottered into the ‘stretch’ dreading it, I sort of didn’t find it too difficult really. I charmed my way through it with…I guess I turned on my ‘steady away’ mode…as they call it.

Everything simple, everything calm…the rain poured down outside…my LA friends spent the entire day messaging me pictures of sunny Beverly Hills, to entice me back over there. (I AM VERY JEALOUS. Give me my Beverly Hills life back immediately.)

But on the whole, I was happy. I’m still waiting for news. I hate waiting for news. I hate waiting for anything. But i’m patient, as I know it’s the smart thing to do. So, if anything, i’ve summoned my inner Buddha…and found my total enlightenment…in the bottom of a wine glass. 🙂 (I hate waiting. I’m a go getter. I need answers immediately and constantly wish I could control them.)

All was well. All was lovely. I tottered into the back, whilst the new face left me for better pastures…as I wonder out..there he is…LEE, my favourite Policeman. I haven’t seen Lee in ages, well definitely haven’t seen him since after the Spanish Doctor date. He’s just returned to work, after his weekend long STAG do. (All i heard was KFC Krushem signs, that they didn’t steal, yet were given. Hmm? Hooters. Drinking games, with Hooter girls on his back and Press ups in front of trams. 🙂 ) What goes on during a Stag do, stays on a Stag Do. When I get married again…and I will. I’m having a Stag do.

But yes. It was REALLY good to see Lee, as it’s weird because I only met him towards the end of last year, so I didn’t know him at all until then…(as he helps secure my place of work…and saves the world or something? Lol. He got a BLACK EYE on his eye, from BANGING HIS OWN FACE, ON A TOILET SEAT! 🙂 He’ll save the world tomorrow.) However since then we’ve become really good friends…sort of like random best buds, but we have this brotherly, sister rapport, that not only comforts me, but cracks me up!

If I actually think about it, of recent, he’s actually the only person that I have told EVERYTHING to, Lol…over the last couple months…and I mean absolutely everything, no sensors or anything. . I’m open by nature anyway, so most people will get a lot out of me. I’m never really embarrassed. i just class the stuff that happens to me, as ‘life.’ Plus, I obviously write a very personal blog, about the ‘goings on’ in my life..Yet he gets the non edited version of it…as do most who know me. Yet Lee gets the full rendition, simply because he can see my face when I tell him the story…I see him almost every day…When I deliver a story, he in real life sees how I might actually feel, as opposed to how I tell you I may feel. I don’t refrain from delivering my true feelings to you, as by nature i’m blunt and truthful. I just skip things…because I can. And that’s only because every being needs to keep some things private.

So we’re like best buds, who have turned into Brother and sister. He’s like the over protective, yet cool big brother, who scowls when I date boys who are not right for me..and give me lectures like, ‘What happened to being celibate and not being bothered about dating?’

I mean, heaven forbid if he and his wife to be, have a little girl (i’ve sworn she’sll come back from their honey moon pregnant)…she’ll never date for him terrifying the boy, with his disapproving Fatherly eyes and head shakes.

Anyway, in walks Lee, and he’s asking me about life and my date. I’m asking him about his Stag. And I’m telling him everything about whats going on with boys, and how i’m feeling. He’s really good at looking out for me. Keeping me grounded…kinda like Jenna would. He genuinely cares. He does thoughtful things for people. I mean before i went into hospital, he was a star….and i adore good people. It makes me smile. But yeah, I’m rambling on about love…he’s thinks i should be single forever and that I currently don’t have any options. Let alone decent options. Lol. And he’s..well probably right. I’m don’t have the best track record. I just want to be cared for correctly and treated correctly, by a genuine soul, who is filled with love, kindness, confidence and decency. Someone exciting and brave when it comes to emotions and love. It’s really important to me when it comes to picking a gent.

I was telling him about the Spanish Doctor date and well I think after ‘chatter’ and tea, we sort of came to the conclusion that it was quite bizarre that after one date…the guy would adore me so much that he would want me forever. And that part is strange…as he’s also quite handsy, and passionate…which makes him pretty full on. Not too bad in my mind. Worth a second date…as the Doctor’s all spiritual and just knows, right? (Lee would do his disapproving *head shake* here.) The Doctor’s actually become a bit withdrawn as of today, and I have a little…as we haven’t sent each other a message all day. That’s normal. That’s fine. But my mind is in a different place, right now..and Lee could tell, as he says the way I tell the story to him, is very different, from what he’s read on this blog.  And it’s only because I felt different today. He’s very  busy. I’m busy. He’s not a bad guy at all. And i will go on a second date..as I I want to get to know him more…as you don’t really know someone that well after one date, right.

However, let’s just say, for a girl that has a one track mind with boys…the Doctor is sort of now ‘an option.’ I’m being open minded about the whole dating thing now…and seeing what occurs naturally in life with the guys that decide or intend to pursue me. He’s still a good option.  I did say that to my favourite policeman…I mean , I just want to know him properly before i get I let a *swirl* carry me away (I hate it when Lee makes me sensible.)

The Spaniard thinks he’s intimidated me with his forwardness and feels all ‘oh nooo’ and more shy now…and he hasn’t. I like forward men. I love expressive men. (He is a bit too handsy. Lol. But it’s only because he’s genuinely so excited by me…so i’m flattered.) I mean, God, it’s better than a ‘dick pic’ from some 19 year old dude that saw me once in ‘Biggies.’

I mean, I also told Lee about something else…and well…he just told me not to be soft and to put things into actual perspective…as I am totally ‘soft’ when it comes to love, by nature. Unless, I think they’re taking the piss! I’m literally the most forgiving human…if i believe you’re genuine. Yet if i don’t and the person doesn’t attempt to prove it..(I’m a girly girl, I love it when men go out of their way to make an effort. I’ll remember it forever…Yet I’ll also remember the bad..lol)

So yeah, I’m keeping my options open..as…

‘You just don’t know what’s gonna happen, or who’s going to just walk into your life… I mean, look at us, we didn’t even know each other last year!’ (A Lee quote.)

And that’s true…the boys that want you and really want you, will do everything they can to make sure you know how much they care for you, want you, or love you. They’ll show you, prove it to you and come get you….

The ones that don’t…just aren’t bothered…and that’s the reality of it all.

Other than that, i got yelled at and threatened by a group of gypsies today, to the point where I had to The Hierarchy to toss them away from my surrounding area…and I gave out ‘really bad,’ but i think it’s really good love life advice to teens. I love that teens come to me, with all their love life problems. They go to other people for important things like Uni choices…and work options..then come to me, for advice of lipstick and boys. 🙂 I love it because it makes me feel as though i’m inspiring…

FYI/ SOOooo disappointed that the Celeb Threesome Sex Scandal, that was banned from the UK tabloids, was only Elton John. Blah! I wanted it to be The Beckhams! Lol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE, MEN & GIRLISMS

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Great day! Well aside from the fact that my babies rinsed the hell of me. 🙂 But whatever, that’s what Mama is for. Junior got his golf clubs. He raced down to the store, where he KNEW he saw them before and went to the exact spot to grab himself is own set. (Exactly like his Father would. He’s super precise.) Ruby got a book filled with Top Model faces that she is to colour in, do makeup upon, hair upon and accessorize with earring stickers…so you can imagine her excitement.

We did lunch at Ed’s diner.

Then I totally got my ‘shop’ on. To River Island, as my ‘stylist’ Lydia suggested. I tottered there bought myself a dress. Well it’s a dress option, as we always need a couple don’t we? It might be a bit conservative…but sexy…However, it makes a good option…as it has boobs. (But not too much.) I’ll actually look sexier and maturer, which I do well nowadays. (I even have a shoot coming up.) Saying that, I also need another local photographer, to shoot new pics of me or this website…so get messaging me.

I bought a ton of makeup, a ton of ‘ooh I smell good’ options, didn’t get my nails done, completed a work phone call…and didn’t manage to buy shoes, as I had to work it all into rushing around the babies, who were now tripping people up with golf clubs and flirting with cashiers.

I’m home now and it feels like bliss. I feel like a kitten again. I feel really girly. It’s great to sort of come out of all the hospital drama and feel all romanced…it draws a line under the discomfort forever and starts your new chapter with love. I’m excited by it. It feels like a new adventure. If it goes well it goes well. If it doesn’t…and the gent assures me it will… as he knows that he likes me already, (I like that,) then it was a great start to a new beginning. So, it’s a win, win and I just think that when a guy makes you feel like a girl again, one that’s special…it’s magical. It does all sorts to us…I mean read this, that Brad Pitt said about Angelina…

Brad Pitt – “People think because we are rich and famous that we don’t go through things. We are real like everyone else. We are human. My wife had got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and problems with children. She had lost 30 pounds and weighed about 90 pounds in her 35 years. She got very skinny, and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs.
She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the morning and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon…But then I decided to act on it. After all, I’ve got the most beautiful woman on the earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her shoulders. I began to pamper her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised her and pleased her every minute. I gave her lots of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became even better than before. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and she loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much. And then I realized one thing: The woman is the reflection of her man. If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.”

And that makes Brad Pitt one of the greatest husbands and men alive to all women. Boys…learn it! I mean half of the boys around here…In Ponte are often so backwards when it comes to being forward with chicks that it’s ridiculous. Their romance buttons are on ‘off,’ and it’s boring. Hence why we get so excited when we’re romanced, expressed to and told how delightful we are. So girls aren’t bothered…but most girls (especially those of the ‘fairytale’ variety like myself, ARE. I’d love to find the man of my dreams…i’m never one to sort of shun a ‘fairytale romance.’ I’m literally the kind of girl who will enjoy her ‘forever’ with you…provided you’re right for me and if i know that I am right for you.

So, I have a week of solid work….then I venture off to the Spanish Doctor’s, for dinner on Sunday evening. He’s making me a paella…a ‘romantic paella,’ and well I can’t wait just to enjoy the evening. I also enjoy it because out of nowhere he said, ‘I’ll cook you dinner (took charge) and we’ll enjoy a romantic date.’ He apparently can’t wait to be with me…and I can’t wait either. 🙂 (I’m still beaming.)

Men who take charge, score major points with me, as usually I’M THE ONE, who has to organize everything…whilst they dilly dally, act cool, be scared or can’t be bothered. Then love it once we’re on the date…but yeah iHATE waiting for them to ponder every single ending of the potential relationship, or just sit there thumb twiddling. …It’s much sexier  when men take charge and very smart of the guy to sort the entire date out. I don’t get it,ALL boys should know that!  In LA the guys are super schooled when it comes to dating a girl, as it’s done quite often…both girls and guys do it all the time and the girls therefore know how to be treated (and they treat you well over there) and the boys know how to treat a girl….be it to get what they want, or to get the girl to adore them appropriately. I men I remember sitting at a coffee shop patio in West Hollywood with my guy friend ‘Berlin’ who was a model. He was organizing a ‘first date’ with this girl he had just met…and he distinctly said…and we were kids at the time, ‘I’m sorting it all out, because a girl doesn’t want to hear, what do you want to do…I have no clue what i’m doing…She wants to hear, I adore you and have organized everything to make our night special…relax and enjoy.’

The grown up and confident guys, get how to do it all here…The Doctor is grown up and confident…yet also has this spicy culture of a background. He is passionate, fiery and romantic. I *heart* it…and we all know that I love Latin Men. (*Mrs. Martinez.*) It’ll be a great date…and mainly because I’m the same and he’s noticed, as he states that I’m a rare girl to find, because I’m romantic, passionate and just plain old fantastic. Lol. Told you, it’s my charm. (Okay, I’ll stop going on about it now.)

But yes, My Stylist ‘Lydia’ 🙂 lol, has informed me that it is important that I do not ‘look too intimidating,’ and that it is vital that I look soft and feminine. We all know Men love that…some men….as other men hide behind strong women. But sometimes when you’re too intimidating with your look…you either attract weaker men or terrify them. But let a man, be a man…If he wants you…he’ll make you his. He’ll come get you. Be a girl. If he’s too scared or too stubborn to make the correct moves…some other guy will… Right? (I love Lydia, because I can say rally stupid things to her like, ‘Ugh, it’s your fault, that I haven’t drank enough water! I NEED TOOO. I have flipping HOSPITAL SELFIES tomorrow!!! 🙂 And she’ll totally 100 percent get it..and feel the exact same way. HAHAH. I’ll tell you about her last date in my next blog. It’s hilarious.)

Oh and fyi/ This recent occurrence of the Doctor hasn’t been long, as it’s only since i’ve been in hospital..well come out of hospital…was last week, on Thursday, when it all ignited.  However, he’s not new….as he knows me from before, we actually chatted a lot previously, about a couple of years ago now. I know!! Time flies. But nothing came of it, because I…in his words, ‘disappeared.’

Now, I’m back…and i want to get to know him a lot lot better.

Having a Date at the end of the week, gives you something to look forward too! It’ll make my work week breeze by, as I aimlessly swirl around on Cloud 9. It’s these moments where being a girl rocks. Enjoying being a girl….is one of the most magnificent feelings!!!

As you can probably tell…I sort of feel ‘alive’ again. This means…I’M BACK! 🙂