Once a Cheater…

Do leopards ever change their spots, if the saying is true…no. After my weekend on the town for a hen’s night I have decided I don’t think men can be trusted. Ever.

I had a hens night in the city with a group of about 20 girls all dressed up and ready for some naughtiness and fun. First stop I managed to chat up two men from the Uk, who straight away admitted they were both married to aussie women. Smart men. This didn’t stop me from chatting to them, marriage doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to talk to the opposite sex. Many drinks later one of the fella’s was touching my leg, telling me how pretty I was. A lot of champagnes had passed my lips so I giggled and took in all the attention, only to later think he was slightly sleazy, and wondered where his wife was? Whats the harm in a bit of flirting i guess, as long as it leads nowhere.

A few pubs, and a harbour cruise later we ended up at a nightclub, giant inflatable penis on hand to rip up the dance floor to tragic 80’s retro music. By this stage I will admit I was well and truly drunk but still standing, running around in charge of making sure our giant penis didn’t go missing. I took this task very seriously and reprimanded many people for touching it without permission! Anyway along my travels I eneded up sitting down for a rest next to a cute young man who struck up a conversation with me, (Im sure it resembled a conversation.) He was 26, told me about himself, sounded mature and like a nice person if I’m to trust my judgment at 3am. After much animated disscusion about our lives, football players and sleazy men we decided it was time to call it a night. The sun was soon to be making an appearance. We strolled hand in hand through the streets, pashing along the way till we had to say our goodbyes. He took my number and asked if he could call me in a week when I get home from holidays. All giddy with the prospect of a date or maybe from lack of sleep I got on the train with a smile on my face and slept all the way home. In fact for too long and I ended up two stations too far from my own!

I knew his name so the next day I decided to see if I could Facebook him and check him out. Facebook is handy for that, although I did feel a bit stalkerish. Having an unusual name I found him easily and remotely recognised him from the night before. Name, check, Date of birth, check, relationship status, Engaged, Home town, Sydney… Hang on a minute ENGAGED! He said he was on a bucks night I didn’t consider it could be his! I was astounded that I hadn’t even thought to ask him if he was single as he happily played tonsil hockey with me and insinuated he would definately like to do more. How dissapointing, I guess that phone call won’t be coming but at least I know why this time. Because he lied and is obviously a dishonest person. Who will probably never change his spots even when married. I feel sorry for his fiancee. All I can say is I hope I don’t end up with someone like him.
NEXT!

Posted in Sex and naughty stuff on September 22nd, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 1 Comments

Man Drought

According to Demographer Bernard Salt – the highest ratio of single men to women is in Singleton, in the Hunter Valley, where there are 2 boys for every girl. SINGLETON! Isn’t it Ironic? Don’t you think? It’s like rain on your wedding day, a free ride when you’re already there, some good advice…. Sorry got carried away there; don’t you just love Alanis? Or if you’re keen to move to Glendon in QLD there are apparently 23 men to each woman. Well, gee what am I doing living in Sydney?

The last few weeks it’s been widely reported in the media, just to rub it in a bit more, (on the eve of my 34th birthday) that there is a man shortage in NSW. Well tell me something I don’t know. According again to Demographer Bernard Salt whose book; Man Drought and other social issues of the new century, ”women will find it easier to snare themselves a man during their 20’s and up to the age of 33, with an oversupply of men in their age group”. This is of course assuming I would want to date a man older than me! This same article said, “25 is the ideal age for ladies to take their pick of gents, when there’s 25 per cent more single men than women”. So looks like I’m about to become a cougar, which of course is an older woman, who dates a man at least 8 years younger than herself. Perfect there seems to be heaps of them available; I can have my pick of the litter. Hopefully they’re at least toilet trained so to speak.

I’ve really been thinking about this lately and I don’t think the problem is the short supply of men around 34 but where they are in their life. From my experience men around this age, if single, have often come out of or have been in a long-term relationship, whether it be married or de facto. If they are separated or divorced the last thing they want to do is get back in that type of relationship. Lets be serious if they can go out have fun with the boys, have one night stands and just enjoy the good life like a 20 year old, why would they want a girlfriend? Whereas the younger 20 to 29-year-old seem to like the older woman, and are far more interested in dating seriously. I asked a guy who is dating my girlfriend, (there is 12 years difference) why he is interested in being with someone so much older. For him part of the reason was that she was independent, confident about her looks and personality and wasn’t worried about what other people thought. Who knows if this will be long term but for the moment I say go for it, because apparently older women dating younger men is in and acceptable. Also, because we are in a man drought we might just have to ignore age gaps and enjoy life and dating for what it is. Kate Cebrano sang it well, “Young boys are my weakness”.

Posted in Age, In the News on September 4th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments