Things You Can Do Now That Your Single.
I recently bought a book “Things to do now that you’re single…again”; full of inspiring quotes, ideas for new activities to do, places to go, ways to spoil yourself. As I looked through, it made me think about what I had done since I’d been single, the last 4 years. What effort had I put in to meeting new people? Especially men, had I challenged myself, or done anything which takes me out of my comfort zone, the one you tend to get in when your single. So I decided to share with you my challenges, triumphs and really lame attempts at trying new things. Well some of them were good while they lasted.
- One of the first things I did in order to meet men was take golf lessons; I figure this is a male dominated sport, so a great way to meet men. My class was made up of retired married women, lovely ladies but obviously they’re there for different reasons. And then I discovered that most men play golf to get away from their partners and wife’s. I also discovered I’m really not very good at golf.
- Two girlfriends and I took a single girl’s holiday to a tropical Island in the north of Australia. We chose what we thought was a singles island only to learn on arrival that it had changed hands and now catered for families. Ok so it was relaxing and we took a romantic sunset cruise just the 3 of us and 6 other couples looking into each other’s eyes all night. Romance! Needless to say we drank far too many champers and had to be carried off the boat. At least we got to see a pod of whales. We also got lost when we decided to circumnavigate the island, and unfortunately there were no big strong male rescuers. We just had to walk for hours in the hot sun, trekking over mountains till we found our way home. Believe me I’m not exaggerating! I hate bushwalking there is nothing serene about it.
- I also took dance lessons twice. The first time the class was full of all women, so it was fun but not great for meeting guys. So I decided to try rock and roll, as it was partner dancing. A male friend of mine wanted to do it too, so we went together. Basically the class was again all couples and everyone thought we were a couple anyway. There goes that idea. Next I’m trying Salsa, alone.I joined a ladies gym, which I attend 3 times a week. Why a ladies gym? I really don’t like the idea of going to gym classes to meet men looking sweaty and disheveled, with every part of my body flopping around for all to see. This wasn’t about meeting men obviously but doing something for myself. It makes me feel better, look better (sometimes), and often takes you away from day to day life even if only for 30 minutes.
- I started a new job, leaving behind a great job but one I felt I’d grown out of. I stayed in the same industry but took a more challenging and rewarding job. I also got a pay rise, which is even better!
- I’ve written a few times about Internet dating, I have tried this twice. It can be very daunting and stressful at times. Especially when your talking to a few guys at once and you get them mixed up. And blind dates, well they never get easier unless you have a bottle or two of wine before you go. But I persevere because one day I might just meet the right one. And it can be amusing at times; did I tell you the one about the guy whose scalp was peeling? Maybe some other time.
- And of course I started my own blog. I had stories to tell, I wanted to share my experiences with others so all the single people knew they weren’t alone. And that it’s not all bad being single. As I wrote this I discovered I had tried new things. Met many new people and enjoyed myself doing so. And I realise I have more to do so I better get cracking.
As Eva Gizowska (author of above book) said, “You don’t know how long you will be single, so make the most of it while you can! This is your chance to grab every opportunity that comes your way and get the life you want”. Whether it involves traveling, getting a new job, or taking golf lessons! There is no one to stop you from pursuing your dreams, so go out and do it, before you fall in love again.
Posted in Dating, Life on February 4th, 2009 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments
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
