Back in the Game…
I wasn’t too worried about turning 30, I didn’t really expect to change overnight, although I did notice a few extra wrinkles I swore weren’t there before. But that was probably cause I was looking so hard. I decided to celebrate with a big party, a Hollywood theme night so I could dress up as my idol Marilyn Monroe. At the time I was a size 16 just like Marilyn was in the famous grate scene in “The Seven Year Itch”. I searched and tried on many white dresses, you know the one where she stands over the grate and it blows up, which is every mans fantasy. I soon realised a size 16 isn’t what it used to be and hassled my friend to make one for me. It turned out I didn’t make a bad Marilyn!
The party was a success lots of dancing, singing and champagne to be had. When it was time for the speeches I stood up and announced to my guests including family, friends and my boss, that “I’ve been single now for 2 years so tonight I’m going to get a pash”. My girlfriends thought this was hilarious as they knew I had only had one boyfriend whom I met when I was 19 and thought would be my one and only. So off we went, Marilyn dress and all, to the local nightclub for over 30’s. I have heard it referred to as a place to “grab a granny”. With the amount of champagne I’d had I thought it looked like the Ritz, only smaller, smokier, crowded and dark. So everyone looked great and I’m sure I fit right in wearing my Marilyn dress.
A few hours later with a couple more drinks under my belt, I’m on the dance floor trying to impersonate the grate scene, granny undies and all. When a nice guy came and asked me to dance, he looked cute even at 4 foot tall. No real names will be used, mainly because I don’t remember them! So lets call him George as in Clooney, maybe a little shorter but he thought he was just as suave. With the ugly lights still off he was George to me, and many dances later I got my pash and his number. My friends then decided to drag me home before I started flashing my undies. By this stage my false eyelashes were falling off, only to be found days later in my hair, I had my wig and shoes in hand and was waiting in the gutter for someone to escort me home. I think I called out to him as I was being dragged away for him to call me. So all in all I had a fun and successful night and at 30 I was back in the game!
Stay tuned for how my first adventure in the dating world turned out.
Posted in Life on February 26th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments
A Little About Me
Whilst no glamour I look after myself, trying to exercise regularly, keeping up a punishing daily beauty routine. I don’t remember caring about this till I hit 30 and started to notice the lines creeping in around my eyes. Frown lines, laughter lines, no just wrinkles. The oil of Olay just doesn’t cut it anymore. Now there’s the whole cleanse, tone, moisturize and lets not forget the exfoliating, apparently twice a week for optimum results. I think I am now missing few layers of skin off my face. Then we have the hair removal ritual that once started cannot be stopped. Before 30 to me the world Brazilian referred to a great soccer team and a country I assumed was in South America somewhere. Now pain and obsession come to mind. All in the name of vanity!Beauty aside I have a great job very secure and one I enjoy. I have a great apartment, lots of good friends and family close by. A great life just maybe missing that someone to share it with. Ok so now I walk around singing ” I don’t need a man to make me happy”, thanks to the Sugarbabes whom I’m sure have no trouble getting a man. I like single life but deep down I think I miss having a guy around. It really started when I turned 30!
Having been in a long term relationship for most of my 20’s and enjoying a couple of years as a single independent woman, I decided it was time to get serious and find myself a boyfriend. Although at my age I think there referred to as partner”.
Now 3 and a bit years later I realize I’m still single. Where did the time go? I can hear the faint tic of my internal body clock, and unfortunately there is no dim switch.
So I find myself with many stories to tell. My girlfriends seem to get great amusement out of hearing about my tragic dates and weekend hook ups. I decided to write them down and share them with other women looking for love or who have been there and are lucky enough to have caught one.
Till next time happy dating….
Posted in Life on February 5th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 2 Comments
