Happy Friday Feeling EVERYONE! You made it, you delicious treats of ‘ooh laa.’ I hope you can feel the excitement jiggling and I hope you embrace every inch of your own kinda weekend bliss!
You deserve it. We all do.
I LOVE FRIDAYS!
(It just always seems like an achievement. Y’Know one where you can either stick on ya nipple tassles or pull on a jumper, in celebration…Yet still know everything is going to be okay. Well, for the next couple days anyhow. Lol)
Thank you for taking a moment, to click and find yourself here.
It means the world to me. You’re sexy and have excellent taste in bloggers.
Hurrah! Porn star martini’s for everyone!
No matter what you’re doing, whether you’re planning your outfit for a weekend of debauchery, running around after kids, pouring 40 wines, keeping your fingers crossed that ‘date night’ goes ahead, working, or working ‘it,’ crying into a gin, swearing because your friends have let you down, or simply taking advantage of a big old chill, where doing nothing at all, is your comfort…..
KNOW that tonight, you have The Wunna land ‘magic’ by your side and I wish you ALL the best, you kittens.
(Don’t get into trouble though, because knowing my luck, i’ve sprinkled you with the ‘take it too far,’ fun bug. I always intend for calm, but get myself into some kind of accidental predicament and live a morning of ‘post cocktail’ regret. Once I took my friend out in LA, and sold him for chewing gum. Then I got a call from my other friend, you id managed to lose, who woke up having accidentally changed his sexual preference, for the night. 🙂 )
‘Post Cocktail’ regret is always the worst kind of regret. Drink steady. Live large.
Oh fuck it. Do whatever. I’m starting to sound like Mother Mary. I’m sending MYSELF to sleep.
Okay, so i’m a bit bored and i’m on the hunt for excitement. This is always dangerous for me. But i’m having to ‘wait’ on something, which will cause excitement and to be far, i’ve been pretty patient, to say i’m not at all, a very patient person at all.
I get bored VERY easily.
I had a guy (well friend of mine) moan because I’m apparently ‘the sexiest woman he’s ever seen,’ yet he couldn’t even think of dating me because i live too far away. (I’m an hour’s train journey away. Lol Which to me, isn’t that far?)
So already, if a guy is concerned over a small journey, then the chemistry, or pull isn’t strong enough for him…which is a sexy lil’ shame because he hot. ( I know people who lived in different flipping countries, who dated…and two of them are now married.)
Chemistry always overrides distance, if it’s real, right?
But that’s that story. It feels like ages ago now.
Then I stalked ‘Runnings’ on Instagram, who i’d been following anyway…because I adored his story. I’d watched him have a ‘happy’ moment on tv one night and it made me smile. I openly told everyone that I woke up at 3am and decided to stalk profiles. His was the best kinda stalk. Lol
Being me, I tagged him in it, so he knew!
Anyway, he ‘thanked me‘ (because he’s kind) and when I went in with comedy and sass, he replied with laughter and a…
‘My only questions is why it took you so long to Instastalk? I did my stalking ages ago!’
SMOOTH! I like it!
So we’ve had brief banter and he’s concerned that he may smell like brocolli, yet quickly assured me he was made of chocolate?
I like both, so either way’s a win for me. Haha.
He’s meeting me in Vegas at six o clock in the morning, one time, at the chapel for the wedding…which will be our first date.
I’m good at weddings in Vegas (lol,) so i’m sure i’ll smash it.
Then he said..
‘Well, we’ll see if our stars align and we bump into one another…’
Is that romantic, or a blow off? Haha. I’m so out the loop, I can’t tell?
But he followed it up with asking my permission to ‘physically pick me up, if our stars do align.’
He’s built like some kind of GOD. So hey, why not give the lil’ Asian a ‘lift up.’
I’d be like an angry, sarcastic chihuahua. He’ll love having a pet.
(Oh,shit! That sounds rude! can make anything sounds naughty!)
Yesterday morning, I managed to catch up with a friend of mine ‘Sailor B.’ It felt like I hadn’t seen him in ages, so it was really really good, to see him, walk passed a window, spot me and beam.
I like making people happy.
We chatted over morning wine and caught up…and the thing I like about ‘Sailor B’ is that he’s so easy to get on with. We’ve become good friend. He’s hard, but he’s soft all at the same time. Lost and found. Just a little bit of everything really… He’s honest…WELL…with me, he’s honest.
It was good morning….
But I just had a niggly feeling in the back of my mind, that something wasn’t okay…?
Something wasn’t sitting well with me?
We said ‘bye’ before lunch time., so we could get on with life…This was after we chatted to my chick bestie ‘Firmonnell,’ (who has used her Friday to pour wine on shit.)
YET…I STILL HAVE that ‘niggly’ feeling with me. I still have it now?
You probably spent your Friday, planning out your cocktail mixers & putting together your outfits, for a jolly lil’ weekend of debauchery. A weekend of blissful safety, under a bouji umbrella of frosted prosecco pours. A weekend where in which you *winked* at strangers and placed your heart on your sleeve, as you stalked your ‘findings’ on Instagram.
Shush! We all do it.
I spent my Friday, doing a morning school run, (Single Mum Alert,) before hopping on a train to meet my gay friend Liam…Once I arrived, I found a Bacardi in my hand, as station security guards stood by my side. Then after a moment in a beauty salon, followed by wine in a Casino, at Blackpool, Pleasure Beach. I found myself getting changed in his living room, with more wine in my hand, after chatting to his agent Zoie and making a really poor shoe selection.
Liam: ‘Honestly, you need to wear trainers.’
Me: ‘I’ll be fine.’
Aaron & Kyle showed up and…
We were headed to Blackburn, where I pretty much had to…
RUN FOR MY ENTIRE F****** LIFE.
(I’m a glamour puss. I don’t run for anything, but diamonds. Sistas! I RAN! I ran SO fast, I tripped over my own feet, fell and rolled myself back up again. I felt like a rubbish Vin Diesel. Haha.)
The UK’s Top Rated ‘Halloween Attraction.’
Yeah that’s where I ended up…
I was invited to Scare Kingdom, Scream Park, to celebrate it’s VIP press launch. It’s opening night. If you know me personally, you’ll know that I can handle, real life scary stuff. I’m good with all that.
But when it comes to fear, tight spaces,mind games, Halloween, horror, ghosts & goolies…(Wahey! 😉 I said ‘goolies’... )
..I am awful for it. I’m terrified of it all. I don’t even like to celebrate Halloween. I close my eyes and pretend it’s not part of the year.
OH MY LORD!
I got there. It was fine. (I’d already fallen backwards, on my arse, in Liam’s living room, with a wine in my hand, because of my shocking shoe choice.) I was ready for anything… I already had a graze on my arm.
Liam: ‘I swear you’re getting pissed because you’re terrified!!!’
Once, in Blackburn…It started like this…
Which was fine. It’s always great to see ‘Aaron the Pap,‘ in action, who’s actually a really great friend of mine. I love Aaron. He was in our car up…with Kyle. (Who I THANK the GOOD LORD for!)
Next, came another drink…and then this…
Again. I can handle the creepy dude on the red carpet. I even asked him out on a Sushi date. He declined. He obviously has poor taste in women.
OH MY ******* KITTENS!!!!
It was time to enter the creepy Scare Kingdom, farm land and go through the TERROR, that awaited our juiciness. We had to go first, because Liam (who’s a singer) had a ‘later on’ gig to get to…Which was delightful, because of course, if you go first, they’re all flipping energized and excited. Lol
I mean anything that says…
‘Hold on tightly to the rope that guides you, it is your only hope of escape from the hooded hell hole, known as Flesh Market.’
Hmm…? Lovely. Something says i’m not at Angelica’s anymore?
I couldn’t even walk up there because of my shoes. Haha. fell over twice, with Liam and Kyle holding me up on either side. It hadn’t even started yet!! 🙂
Aaron: ‘She’s off to a farm to be chased by zombies and she chooses to wear those shoes!!!’
We’re wandering around. All’s calm. It’s raining a little. I hate the rain. We head inside, things turn dark…and then absolute tight spaced, TERROR begins….
All I remember was forcing my friend Kyle, go first (lol), whilst holding his back, (Liam was behind me) and just ******* SCREAMING, FOR MY WHOLE LIFE, into his hood, because I needed my eyes to just stop seeing. Haha.
I don’t even know how Kyle was so brave!?! God, did not make eyes for what we were forced to see…Haha.
Imagine being tipsy, being shoved into a tight, dark maze, then HAVING to get yourself through it all, simply for your own pride, whilst you wished for the torture & horror to stop.
Imagine doing all of that, on a dark farm in Blackburn (lol.) You knew awful things were about to happen, every time you were being greeted by creepy humans. Human’s that made you feel uncomfortable on every level. Imagine being chased THROUGH some death cage, by them…blind and…
..IN ****** heels.
We got through the first maze. Don’t know how?
I now couldn’t talk, after screaming so madly…We started walking towards the ‘next bit’ of utter terror. I fell over around 7 times, en route, because a mixture of bad shoe choices, wine and fear, kept making me.
Liam: ‘We can’t go through the next maze. It’s too scary and you’re falling over your own feet!’
My trousers were literally covered in mud. My shoes were battered. My makeup had smeared. I had tears in my eyes…I was laughing, in shock. But then I went with…
Me: ‘I can just take my shoes off and of through the rest of us…’
Liam: ‘Fuck off. You’re not allowed to do that…’
Kyle: ‘She can’t get through it…’
We get to the next maze (i’m determined to ‘muscle’ through, but then Liam, makes the executive decision to kindly ask the ‘greeting ghoul,‘ to call a manager, & get us back to the bar. She came and got us and we were walked straight OUT of the terror, to immediate safety….I had baby ‘panic & dash’ bruises all over me, my knees were covered in soil and yeah…I was still in my shit shoes.
I ruined everything. Haha.
(Saying that, both boys were filled with utter fear anyway. It’s not like, we were okay. Haha. We were drained of utter life and filled with complete fear…and I knew they weren’t okay, because they were trying to ‘swag‘ it out, like were we all safe and dandy.)
WE WERE PANICKED!!!
If ANY HUMAN, ran up to us, at that point (she could’ve been a flippin’ lollipop lady)…..I tell you, I would’ve probably passed out or opted for dying, because it would’ve been a less traumatic. Haha.)
But that’s what Scare Kingdom is about! It ain’t Disney Land….unless you’re a twisted F****.
We’re walked away to safety, back to the bar…which was now filled with ‘newly arrived’ celebs, ready to take on, the terror mazes.
(I just drank because I couldn’t deal with life, at this point.)
The gorgeous ‘Marlie Weekender’ tinkers up to me. (I love Marlie, she makes me smile. I met her at an event in Leeds, in the Summer.) I feel a flick of my hair from behind and there she is, with her ‘Off Big Brother’ boyfriend Sam Chaloner, a cute blond girl, who I think was his sister and Callum Weekender, who’s about to hit our screens on ‘Celebs Go Dating.’
I think I was pissed by this point, as everything just seems to be in ‘flash back.’
I talked to the owner? I talked the bartender? I talked to Aaron? I saw tons of people from ‘Lucky7 PR,’ who I watch daily on Instagram …Like Sean Pratt, his girlfriend Jordi, Glamour Model Grace Teal…(He’s fit. They’re beautiful..) I saw Saira Choudry, who’s currently on ‘No Offence.’ I remember her from Corrie.
Then I flipping got pulled over, to what we all called ‘The inside sex dungeon.’(It’s the epitome of terror, which overrides any terror you’ve experienced so far on the farm…Oh and it’s niche is twisted, psycho sexuality.)
Kyle’s already headed in. (I love how brave he was. I love brave dudes.) He was the first one in…ever! All these ghouls, who you couldn’t see, where slamming shit and screeching…
‘Come in, little boy, we’re waiting for you…’
..behind a small metal door.
I’d ONLY agreed to go in IF I was able to be photographed/ filmed. Lol. I’m such a diva. Haha. But whatever…I was terrified.
Me: ‘It’s optional. I don’t really want to do it, for the good of my own health. I’m scared. I want a bit of ‘look at me.’
Staff: ‘Wait here…’
Of course, knowing my luck…It was all fine and dandy…and before you know it, i’m stood at the entrance of a horror, SEX dungeon.
Yipppppppppppeeeeee! Happy Friday!
All i could see were my friends stood behind a barrier. A metal doorway, with a flap that had been opened. I heard screams, screeches, evil voices, beckoning me in and saw a creepy looking barbie, human, was looked naked, but was wearing nothing but tights, a blond wig, with sewn on eyes, nose and lips…that didn’t move.
I was not okay. I F****** SHAT MYSELF.
I just stood at the entrance, with my hand over my face shouting..
I CAN’T DO IT. I’M NOT DOING IT. I CAN’T ******* DO IT.
Everyone’s now *egging* me on…Liam’s shouting…
‘It’s NINE MINUTES CHRISSIE. ONLY NINE MINUTES TO GET THROUGH.’
Me: ‘Nine minutes. Nine minutes…’
I looked at Kyle…and said…
‘Was it okay…?’
Liam: ‘Don’t tell her that!’
Kyle: ‘9 Minutes… You’ll be okay. I did it. It’s harsh. But just do it..’
I’m causing such a delay, that the amazing staff had to tell some of the ‘horror actors’ to ‘calm down, back up and clear the door way…’
Yes, I was that pathetic. Hahah.
A lady then says…
‘You have a SAFE WORD (She tells me it.) You shout it out. Everything stops. We’re all watching.’
Don’t know how it happened?Yet, as life goes…I ended up on all fours, about to crawl through the entrance. (Yes, you had to CRAWL THROUGH IT.) I *paused* but they were already sick of me, I’m sure because I felt a *push* on my bum (lol) and that was it..
..the door *slammed shut* behind me…
The only way out, was to get all the way through the dungeon or shout my ‘safe word.’ (Which of course my northern pride wouldn’t let happen.)
Now, I’m not going to tell you what happened in the psycho, sex dungeon and Scare Kingdom. All I will say, is that I SCREAMED for my life, NON STOP.
Liam: ‘All you could hear for the first minute was Chrissie, screaming her head off, whilst trapped in that dungeon & I was outside.’
I went from room to kinky room, madly. Infact almost reluctantly. It felt so fast. So energized. Everything around me was ‘non stop’ and so real. It felt really real, like i’d been kidnapped. I fell over, TWICE.
It was intense. It played with my head. It was a nightmare and all I wanted was for the madness to end. I was in a torture chamber. I didn’t have a gin. My eyes saw the most terrible things…and when 9 minutes must have been up, I found myself running out of a curtain, back to safety…and finally without a mini sack over my head. 🙂
WTF! Hahah. OH MY GOD!!!
As soon as I ran out, I felt an entire RUSH of utter bliss flow through me. I could breathe I was free. It was like I had conquered the world, in 9 minutes. It was the best feeling of achievement. I faced my fear.
I flipping did it.
I could’ve done it again. Funny that? It was THE MOST TERRIFYING Halloween moment EVER, It was SICK. It was twisted. It was naughty! But that’s what it’s there for, so it in my mind, it was done INCREDIBLY WELL. It was created beautifully, by the kings of utter horror.
You just can’t miss this, you have to say you’ve done it….
As I walked out, I saw ‘Real Housewife’ Christine McGuinness (Paddy McGuinness’s wife) on the red carpet, doing her pap pictures, before the run… It ended up in the Daily Mail.
Something tells me, she was about to find out, that she wasn’t in Cheshire anymore…
As soon as I got back to The New Osborne Hotel, in Blackpool, I drank a bunch of wine, chatted to a guy named Lee, drank loads at a Casino with Liam, Matt and his beautiful girlfriend…and then passed out, in my bed sheets.
Grab ya best nipple tassles and get ya *shimmie* on point!! (Ruby, my daughter, would probably say that.)
It is THE WEEKEND!!(Well, almost.) But it’s important to have a weekend mentality, before it kicks in, because otherwise, you’re not only dull, like the broken custard cream at the bottom of the biscuit tin. You’re also not embracing the excitement, to come and that alone, in Wunna Land…
is a SIN!!
I love Fridays. I don’t know why, because it’s not like I have a Monday to Friday kinda job? I reckon I just enjoy celebrations of any kind. So fuck it. It’s FRIDAY! I’m in. I’m there!
Shake ya…*I’ll let you fill in the blank.*
I’m on rest today, due to my body being on the mend. I know, from my Insta story, it looks like I rest all the time. Hahah. But believe me, they’re just snippets of moments, that are filmed for YOU, either on the spot, but more often than not, FILMED PREVIOUSLY. 😉 A lot of work is going on behind the scenes in Wunna Land right now, with the old glammy career and the jazzy business of life.
That is my business…LIFE.
(..ofcourse done glamourously, with a dash of wit and showbusiness.)
There’s telly, there’s modeling, running a company and influencing. Now that the babies are beginning to do their ‘ting,’ it’s doubley busy…But by the end of the month, they should be signing up to an agent, which will take a lot of pressure of MOI!
I have so much to do and I didn’t even have my morning GIN!!
‘It’s not like you to do a morning school run, without a wine in your hand, Chrissie. Haha..’
‘Wow, you parked like shit…’
Lots of you already know from following my ‘socials..’ But recently, there was a Wunna Fan, that wanted to get my attention, so offered up a game of dares, on my insta story, during my daily ‘Ask Me Anything’ thing. I went in all ‘Big Balls’ and dared him to get my initials tattooed upon him…
Yesterday morning, I found out that HE ACTUALLY DID IT. Hahah. I saw a video sitting in my inbox the evening before. I think it was Wednesday. I didn’t dare even look, so I left it until Thursday morning. Lol.
YESTERDAY, was actually a really good day. I felt really fun! I felt really sexy! I felt really appreciated by everyone. My Insta stories are getting really popular now, because i’m being more playful and putting my back into it, a little more.
And as the tale goes, it seems the best thing you can do, is be yourself. I know that sounds cliched. But like I always say, no one in the entire world can do it better. Plus, at 37, I don’t want to be someone who’s always so worried about saying the wrong thing, or censoring the juicy bits, that make me who I am. Some brands don’t like it. Some do.
Therefore, I’m full blown committing to just letting loose and well, knowing what I’m doing. I don’t think people should tell people HOW TO influence something…They already know what works for them, their niche and their audience.
Fuck! I was meant to tell you about the Tattoo guy.
Yes! He wanted to win a date with me…and totally got my INITIALS tattooed on his thumbs!
Chick friend: ‘You literally have the best life…I can’t get my own husband to do the fucking dishes, let alone a stranger TATTOO ME on his thumbs!!’
Hahaha! Love it! Well done, Boy!
So, now I can either go on a date with him, or subject myself to a dare. (One that he has already given to me, as an option.)
I don’t ever learn do I? Fun, just gets the better of me…and that’s it. I’m a swine. But, to me, that’s what life is about. No one does it quite as well. Hahaha. I showed Ruby his tattoo and her face just dropped! 🙂 Junior said…
‘Why is he nuts?’ 🙂
But, I think, it’s amazing. I was talking to my friend Liam about it yesterday. He’s just come off ‘The Extreme Diet Hotel’ show. I was doing the school run, with my phone to my ear in the playground, waiting for the kids, as I was telling him.
He was telling me about how he met some guy (he’s gay by the way,) in Bristol, bar labelled ‘OMG…’
Liam: ‘Chrissie, it was called OMG! for fucks sake! I saw this guy, he looked young, had a lip ring, so I ordered a jager bomb to be down with the kids and all that. I had to walk off afterward, because when I kissed him, all his friends cheered and I thought gosh, how young is everyone in here? He wasn’t even my type.’
Chrissie: ‘You need a man…not a kid. I like A MAN. I’ve dated too many, not grown yet…..boys…’
Liam: ‘Put it this way, he wasn’t worth jeopardizing my type for…Hahah. I love you guys, Chrissie…*Well, he’s not really successful and he definitely doesn’t look like he’s stepped off the cover of GQ magazine, but he seems lovely…* Hahahah!’
Chrissie: ‘This is why i’m always single…’
Liam: ‘Shit! You have that date next week, don’t you!?!’
And YES, I DO. But i’m not gonna call it a date, because I don’t know him? In fact, like HE first suggested…It’s a ‘Friendly’ meet up. Makes it sound lovely and less intense. You never really know, until you meet them, do you? A personality is KEY to me and it’s something that you can’t hide in person…even when you try to.
Can’t believe i’ve only just caught this clue…Lol.
I’m a personality girl now, in my old age. Lol. Yes, i’m still shallow. 😉 Yes, I LOVE ROMANCE. However, as long as I find them sexy, i’m good. I’m always gonna go on, how well someone treats me. How they make me feel. He’s been great, so far…He’s really humble and really ..decent to me…
(T Bone, IGNORED my last two messages. Cute. Lol. He keeps posting photos on his ‘story’ …of views. I’M A REALLY GOOD VIEW!!!! Open your eyes! Open your heart! Open…ANYTHING! HAHAHA. 🙂 )
Tuesday will be fun! It’s like an adventure and i’ll be heading to Liverpool.
‘The Gent’ (as i’ve been calling him,) has been quite attentive. He sent me a couple voice notes yesterday simply saying that he was looking forward to seeing me. Then he and caught me up, with what he did during the day with his son. (Awww.)
All good! Roll on Tuesday.
I’m in Doncaster all day tomorrow with Ruby & Junior…at The Frenchgate Centre. Hopefully, i’ll be seeing you there!
Ps/ Ruby saw a ‘sexy’ photo of me online this morning, by accident. It was just the one I posted this morning on my Instagram…She I only had stockings and a white faux fur on…and she said…
Thank you for following my diary. Be you. Live it! Do you! Be happy!
So sorry, I didn’t blog last night. I had a busy Thursday. One of those rushed off your feet, trying to get your head around it ‘mountain of work’ Thursdays, where everyone has a rant, everyone has a hair toss, everyone lives off coffee and then as soon as they swing open that door, which is labelled ‘HOME, they *crack* open the Prosecco and guzzle it to ease girl stress. 🙂 I’m not saying that the day was stressy. I’m simply saying that it was so much that it was hilarious. I stood in a ‘cupboard’ hiding with Mel, as she looked like she was pulling faces, but like little girls we hit the *pause* button to life and started *GIGGLING.* Hot Sarah couldn’t wait to get her pretty hot self back home, her eyes lit up and her soul filtered with glee, as she uttered these magic words…
‘Chrissie! Look! I’ve even got excited goose bumps at the thought of Prosecco.’ (And she did. Her bright eyes were so wide with excitement, that she looked like the happiest doll in all the land…that was maybe about to explode into confetti.)
I did red wine, (I kept it swag)….But we all know I shouldn’t drink it. It berry sponges me in this *higgeldy piggedly* truth serum and well…to put it bluntly…it makes me talk some right fucking shit. 🙂 Swearing is Caring!
(YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL IF I HAD HAD RED WINE BEFORE I START WRITING A BLOG.)
But yes, Thursday is D’done and Friday is upon us! WE MADE IT! Hurrah! Weekends for everyone (unless you’re ‘Double B’ and ‘Firmonnell’ 🙂 Weekends suck for them. But whocares! Yay! No one! Let’s have Daiquiris for breakfast 🙂 I had wine for breakfast last Saturday. Not because i’m a massive alcoholic, but because i’m a massive alcoholic in training….Do note, that I was just terrified, so needed to drink.)
Anyway, we’ve all worked hard enough this week, so today is ALL ABOUT FUN! When trouble looms over our glamourous and some one glitzy lives, we’re going scoop up the stress, well make ‘Webbo’ pick it up for us and gracefully CHUCK IT IN THE FUCK IT BUCKET. It’s Friday. Let’s have some fun now.
Lots of wonderful things are happening to me, you know that, because I tell you that all the time…I had one guy ask me why I was having ‘down’ time, just because I hadn’t posted a’selfie in ages. Lol.
DOWN TIME! FFS! I’ve been so rushed off my feet that I could paddle with angry sausage dogs, trying to hump me and not even notice. The ‘down’ time is my hardest time because that’s when i’ve got my head down and i’m busy ‘knuckling.’ The ‘show’ part of it all is easy, as I just wear amazing things, get papped, smile, selfie it, cocktail everything and wink whilst talking rubbish to people who adore me. 🙂
I talked to a psychic last night, but just in general and she randomly told me about three guys…and it was crazy, as I knew two of them…..and what she said was accurate. However, I’ve always got to be careful when I meet a ‘chick who randomly tells me my future’ as i’m sure a Wunna ‘Google Search’ will pretty much lead you to this site, which HEY, tells you my life story. Lol. And she started her conversation with…‘It’s Chrissie, right?’
I’m going to post a blog later on this afternoon, telling you all about the fact that I’m in the Spring Edition of House of Solo Magazine and it’s out now My was at home waiting for me…AND I ADORE IT, as it feels like a treasure and goes on about how ace I am, Social Media ‘IT’ Girls are…and all sorts. (I’ll tell you about that in the next blog.)
I saw those little grubby boys in the alley way again last night, whilst walking by. They think they’re my mates now. Lol. They’re scruffs and I’m a glamour puss and i’m the only one they allow to pass their little boy alleyway, without abuse now.
I watched the littlest one of the pack, who looked about 11 write in black sharpie (so gangsta) on the wall of the alleyway…
‘Girls fancey a fuck…’
So, like the Glamour Puss that I am, I passed him, he looked up at me and I simply *paused* studied his work 🙂 and said,
‘You’ve spelt fancy wrong…’ before walking off.. (I’m gonna teach him something new every day, until he’s not a scruff anymore. 🙂 Have I spelt ‘spelt’ wrong, it looks wrong?)
Then when I got to the petrol station, this busy guy dashed passed me and I stopped him quickly, just to say,
‘Ooh, you smell nice…’
He actually *paused* for a second, smiled and like his rush at calmed thanked me…I totally made him smell the roses for a moment.
There you have it. I’m ace.
More on House of Solo later..
‘Liam Ross’ is trying to Skype me? He once tried to hit on me, by pretending to be two different guys at once. Lol.
Morning! I’m on Day 4 and i’m making the executive decision to refrain from committing to any particular mood, simply to see what happens. It’s like knowing that you’re going to go out on a big, delicious cocktail session, yet forgetting to eat all day by accident. It never works and you always end up sick. But whatever…lets roll with it. I’ve still got ages to go. So have fun with your ‘Friday feelings.’ *Wunna weeps here.* I’m secretly a workaholic, so i love it really. 😉
Last night was lovely. Chilled to be quite frank. Easy! Keiran popped around with Junior to drop him off early, as has a giant audit for his company this morning…Poor thing. He said he was going to ‘ace’ it though and i believe him. He aces everything, or charms his way through them. Keiran and I are VERY similar. But the good thing is that Junior was happy. Keiran and I are closer than we have been since our separation and right now the rapport between us is great. It has always been cordial, but now it’s great, which is so important when raising a bambino, if you want to do it well. For the first time in a long long while, as I swung open the door to see Junior, Keiran smiled at me, with his eyes…like he used to…as before he was always a little guarded. Yesterday, at 7pm…he smiled the right way and I knew that we had healed. He stayed and chatted for a bit and it was…well…lovely. We got along like we used to. I like that!
What else? (Other than the fact that I don’t know why 17 year old girls are on ‘Plenty of Fish?’ I know that everything ‘online’ is the way forward, but when you’re so young and in college, you can easily find a boy to adore you. You’re around them all the time….You’re out all the time. But still…POF away my ladies! People keep telling me that I keep coming up on their ‘Tinder’ and I shouldn’t because I’M REALLY NOT ON TINDER!’ It is NOT ME. Cue: Catfish. I not a fan of online dating simply because I associate my online inboxes with ‘scary willy pic’ boys or boys who aren’t who they say they are. It terrifies me. But more importantly…for me i need to see them in the flesh, in order to feel an initial connection. They need to be there, right in front of me…where i can see, touch, and smell them. Lol)
The Doc, sent me good messages last night, as I had told him about his ‘full…on…ness’ and how i just needed him to tone it down in the ‘sensual’ department, until i knew him better. Lol. And he took it really well…and began toning it down and being lovely. (He listens. I like it!) He told me that he found me really interesting and beautiful and that’s why he is so into me straight away, even after the first date. I find that sweet. I find it direct. To the extra sensuality bit..all he said was ‘he’s hot blooded’ Lol…’he can’t help it.’ Hahahah. Then he went off to cook himself a Lebanese dinner and wished I was dessert. I did ask him him he dated a lot? And he simply siad, he doesn’t have time to, or can’t be bothered to. However, with me, he HAS the time and finds the time to be interested in me…and because he likes me. (MAJOR POINTS SCORED.) Like honestly, how can i end up not liking this guy! The chatter just ended with him delivering a..
‘Can’t wait to have you in my arms. Definitely next week one eve, if u are free?’
So, our Second Date is next week…Let me just get these 10 days out the way first! Ugh! Work! Lol. I’ll be on my last part of ‘the stretch’ anyhow, so i’m sure I can even do an ‘after work’ dash there. (I guess Lee was right with his ‘just tell him’ advice. He’ll be gloating over that! I next see LeeTuesday..because he’s off until then.
‘You’re ALWAYS OFF!’
‘Always OFF!?! I’m SAVING THE WORLD!!’
Regardless, I hope you’re having an amazing Friday, whether you have ‘the feeling’ or not. You better be wishing that mine is going well. 🙂
Thank you once again for reading my blog. I really do appreciate it…as you don’t have to…but you do. Makes me smile. 🙂