Less is definitely more when it comes to dating. From recent personal experiences I've come to the conclusion that ignoring a guy for a few days really does them a world of good. It's sooo annoying though, isn't it!? Why would you want to not speak to the person you really like for days on end? It's like torturing yourself. But it has to be done, I've found.
After finishing with my ex around two years ago, when I was almost 18... I think (my memory has never been good!). And after him constantly picking an argument with me, breaking up, me crying my eyes out and then taking him back together for another week just for the cycle to continue, I have now found that, seeing as I don't love him anymore and could never see us getting back together AT ALL, he wants me back! and "loves me more than anything, ever..." and is moaning about how I "was the best thing that ever happened to him..." Blurgh. How funny though? Tables have turned eh, Ex?
As well as this dramatic and desperate episode (on his behalf, obviously), I also found that after breaking it off with another ex-of-sorts, a guy I was dating briefly from Essex, which ended due to the million miles between us, (okay, about 250 miles really), and me being very nonchalant about the whole 'breaking off' thing, I woke up to a text from him the other day after nearly two months! Hmm... Pattern emerging?
My friend Brittney was dating this lad, a total knob from my point of view, but then love is blind (not that she was in love with him)! But after he messed her around for months and she finally called time on whatever it was they had, they attempted to be friends and Brit asked his opinion on certain tricky guy situations she was in. This bastard had the cheek to tell her to do exactly what he had done to her: play hard to get. He would arrange dates with Brittney, plan to meet her at a certain time, in a certain place and then an hour before they would be planning to go, he would call and cancel, making some lame excuse about family problems, something she couldn't pull him up on. But it worked, it made her like him ten times more than he was worth! What a twisted way at looking on starting a relationship.
But it's true what they say, the heart does work in mysterious ways.
Me and Brit now have a pact: play it cool, act like a bitch and the men just fall at your feet! It's so strange... but then, men are from Mars. <3 xxxx
Recently realised that I need to take more risks in life. I don't mean bungee jumping off the top of my 25-floor high student accommodation, or tightrope walking in 6-inch Jimmy Choos, just small, comfortable risks... and there you go.. see! I can't even take a risk when talking about taking a risk! God, I need a therapist...
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I think my problem is caring too much about what people think of me. I always have done. Well, since maybe I was about 9, when you haven't entered secondary education yet and therefore have no concept that, however much we try to deny it, we live in a conformist society, and those who are explicitly different are criticised. Okay, getting deep here... But yeah, I mean I went shopping with my friend Karen the other day and I bought a beige trilby. You know, the 'heritage' (or country girl, equestrian) look is rather in this spring. At the time I was wearing my Dad's 30 year old wax Barbour jacket (accessorized with a studded black and gold belt bringing it together at the waist), a black and gold jumper dress, opaque tights and over the knee flat black boots, so, yep, the trilby would have matched my outfit! Karen said to me "why don't you put it on? It goes with your look!", but nooo, I was too scared! Too afraid to stand out by wearing a frigging trilby for God's sake! I seriously am not quite sure what the hell is wrong with me but I VOW before God- well, as I'm not actually religious, lets say some form of Fashion God- that that trilby will be worn on my head, OUT IN PUBLIC, before the month is out. First 'risk' accomplished. <3 xxxx
After attempting to write something or anything by writing and re-writing the beginning of a fictional story for the best part of 2 months, I've now moved my writing interest to blogging.
Me and my friends always say our lives could be a film- not because they're so perfect, but because they're so messed up! So, I've decided to document the most interesting things we get up to, and hope it will entertain you as much as it does us (usually as we reflect on it when we're still semi-drunk the morning after a big, cheap, student night out).
I'm currently studying for an English Literature degree, in my first year. Yes- that makes me 19... So, my views and opinions may not be the most sophisticated and original, my writing style or form may not be perfect. I'm not here to be perfect, (God knows I''m far from it) just to get some practice on my writing and hopefully find my comfort zone- that would be a gift in itself.
I'm going to write about everything and anything. From fashions (students come up with some really original looks), to tv, movies and music, to celebrities, to my love life (that should get interesting...!) I'll include everything that I love, and love to hate.
So, after a lengthy introduction which I'm sure isn't the norm for blogging, (but, what the hell, I'm new here!) I'll begin with my first proper post...Wish me luck!! <3 xxx
