This week I did a guest blog for Jimmy Jacob. He's a brilliant writer who documents his various dating escapades from a male point of view.
He clears up many many things about men that us ladies spend hours, days, weeks and years analyzing, and his posts are a must read if you like honestly written, thought-provoking and hilarious accounts of modern day relationships.
Go to his site, to view my latest post. (And have a read of his stuff too!)
http://www.personalsfacts.com/
The Dinner Party
After the horror of my -4 oC Eastern European weekend away, something had to be done to cure my disappointment. I was dying to feel the sun on my back again, and so I booked a holiday to Dubai.
Feeling inpulsive, I also decided to change my number for the first time in around 5 years, as I had recently received yet another phonecall in the middle of the night from the same moron ex and had unfortunately also recently cut ties with my longest and best friend. I needed a change.
I decided to throw a dinner party for my closest girlfriends. I was desperately in need of a girly atmosphere, but when 9 friends RSVP'd yes, I knew I'd have my work cut out.
Fast forward 9 hours and I had just managed to tear myself away from the kitchen, having made the main and prepared the starters. As my guests started arriving (some with presents in hand!), I began to relax and felt grateful that I had so many wonderful women (many of whom had never met each other) in my life and that they were getting on like a house on fire.
One person was more than an hour late with no explanation, and one never showed up at all. This disappointed me, but none-the-less, I didn't let it ruin my evening, and as the night went on, the music got louder and the alcohol count dropped. At around 2.30am, we noticed some boys popping their heads out of the window at the apartment opposite and in my drunken state, I called them over.
An hour later, we were still dancing away in my living room, and as friends started leaving, I noticed one of the boys looking very comfortable in my bed. I'm not sure what exactly he expected, but I'm pleased to report that I declared loudly that 'we wouldn't be sleeping together tonight', and after a little smooch we both passed out.
The following morning, after playing me awful songs by an awful singer on his iPhone, I said that I really had to get on with cleaning the bomb site in my kitchen/living room, and the boy in my bed was gone.
Feeling inpulsive, I also decided to change my number for the first time in around 5 years, as I had recently received yet another phonecall in the middle of the night from the same moron ex and had unfortunately also recently cut ties with my longest and best friend. I needed a change.
I decided to throw a dinner party for my closest girlfriends. I was desperately in need of a girly atmosphere, but when 9 friends RSVP'd yes, I knew I'd have my work cut out.
Fast forward 9 hours and I had just managed to tear myself away from the kitchen, having made the main and prepared the starters. As my guests started arriving (some with presents in hand!), I began to relax and felt grateful that I had so many wonderful women (many of whom had never met each other) in my life and that they were getting on like a house on fire.
One person was more than an hour late with no explanation, and one never showed up at all. This disappointed me, but none-the-less, I didn't let it ruin my evening, and as the night went on, the music got louder and the alcohol count dropped. At around 2.30am, we noticed some boys popping their heads out of the window at the apartment opposite and in my drunken state, I called them over.
An hour later, we were still dancing away in my living room, and as friends started leaving, I noticed one of the boys looking very comfortable in my bed. I'm not sure what exactly he expected, but I'm pleased to report that I declared loudly that 'we wouldn't be sleeping together tonight', and after a little smooch we both passed out.
The following morning, after playing me awful songs by an awful singer on his iPhone, I said that I really had to get on with cleaning the bomb site in my kitchen/living room, and the boy in my bed was gone.
Overall, it seemed that the dinner party was a success... However, I doubt I shall be repeating that for quite some time...
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