Let's Get Ready to Parttttty!

Gosh it has been WAY too long since I've blogged.  I'm struggling to come up with a single topic for today's post so here's a few things I've been doing/thinking about over the recent months:

• Bridesmaids (The movie):  Laughed so much it hurt.  Funnier than The Hangover and I could relate to so many things that happened in the movie.  As someone pointed out to me "This is totally your life, and the lead character is called Annie!" (ironic or what?!) and to be fair, they are pretty spot on with this observation.  Like Annie, I am a social pariah on occasion due to my "relationship status" but at least my housemates aren't as strange as hers!  She comes out trumps in the end with the hot cop so don't loose faith in me just yet!
• Boys:  Basically non existent in any decent form in my life.  Dangermouse and I continue to get drunk and disorderly together on a regular basis but that's as far as it goes.  Hmmphh.  A blast from the not-too-distant past got in touch recently.  It has been proposed by some that I should ask him out on a date.  Still undecided on this one.  One one hand, I've not been on a date in FOREVER but on the other hand, he was a bit of a tool last time.  It's not like I'm being swamped with offers so maybe I should just do it?  Discuss please.
• Karma:  Yep it's true.  Karma will always come back and bite you in the arse.  And just quietly, I'm loving it (ok not the entire situation because that would be heartless.  But most of it, yeah!).  The person who broke my heart recently returned to London Town.  And as Karma would have it, nothing is going his way.  What goes around, comes around mate.  Zero sympathy.
• Flirty Thirty:  The official big 3 0 date has been and gone so quickly!  Ibiza was amazing, made even more amazing by my great friends who were there with me.  A lot of sun, sea, food, wine, bubbles and fun.  And even a little bit of romance ;-)  I have a feeling that a relationship with an Argentinian doctor who lives in Mallorca is not the best way forward though.  He was so cute though (and really sweet).

I'm wondering what this next year will bring?  Any ideas/theories?  All I know is that if the last month is anything to go by, it's going to be pretty fantastic!

xx

Wanted: Gossip!

Well it has certainly been a while since my last blog post.  And for good reason too, the lack of action in the romance/boy scene is getting ridiculous!

A few weeks ago I steaming ahead on the friendship front with Mr Danger Mouse, all was going well - he even came to a BBQ at my place in the rain!  So things were looking good there, I wasn't seducing him at inappropriate moments or making a dick of myself.  I definitely thought I was in with a grin. 

All my wonderful romantic ideas came crashing down a few weeks ago during a rather drunken (but fun-filled) evening at the pub, during which time Danger Mouse told someone else he'd been hurt in his past and then continued to tell me that he doesn't care about anyone or anything.  Great, this is EXACTLY the kind of guy I've been looking for for the last 30 years.  YES.

Clearly some issues there on his part.  Which is sad for me in some respects but at least I'm not left wondering what the f*&k is going on with him and stop wasting my time.  And we're still great mates - another night out last week proved most hilarious with conga dancing and me dragging Danger Mouse to the station when the party got way too messy! 

Maybe he will see the light one day and say "Oh that girl Tinkerbell, she's pretty awesome.  And she's been really nice to me (like making sure I get home after too many beers).  I think I will ask her out on a date (and maybe get a cheeky snog out of it, I think she'd like that)".  That definitely could happen. 

And just for the record, I would let him snog me. Ha.

Fill in the Blanks Friday!

At last it is FRIDAY!  Bring on the weekend - sun and the rugby sevens!  And to keep you entertained, here's some random questions and my answers :-)

1. People always tell me I look like...My dad, my brother or my mum. 

2. Friends don't let friends...get hurt by others, walk around with food in their teeth, buy terrible outfits (unless for fancy dress parties!), dance on tables (unless it's a group effort!).

3. A sunny day is perfect for...Lying in the park, drinking wine and eating yummy cheese.  Sunny days are also good for going on a run!

4. My favourite accessory is...my Miu Miu sunnies and the barbie floaties I wore last weekend.

5. If I could afford it I would...buy a house - no more housemates!! (but loads of room for friends!)

6. The cure for boredom is...Having a nap.  Although it doesn't always make you feel good when you wake up.  Best to read a book.  Or go shopping.  Or have something to eat.

8. I am currently 'in like' with...Happy Hour at Starbucks..£1.37 for a frappucino - yes please!  Rhianna.  My new iphone. 

Have a great weekend y'all xx

Wanted:

Wedding season and the trip down under is finally over for another year!  And something has just occurred to me - neither bride threw her bouquet.  So clearly no Tinkerbell wedding any time soon.  What a shame, I was totally look forward to recreating something very similar to Kate's big day..ha!

There was no lost boy action what so ever while I was away.  Unless you count a certain ex lost boy who managed to undo my bra while giving me a hug.  In public.  I kid you not.  "Ex" lost boy indeed, it's only a matter of time before he sees the light.  Oh and did I mention another ex lost boy decided to declare his love to me via text message?  While at home with his wife-to-be? Again, I kid you not.

I seem to be noticing a theme with these men down under.  It is slim pickin's I tell ya!  Did you know that there are approximately 20,000 more females in the 25-35 age group than males?  It doesn't take a mathematician to work out what that means for the ladies.  hmmpph.

Anyway, thankfully doesn't seem to have the same problem with numbers but quality is still an issue.  So I'm hoping the odds are on my side in my quest for lost boys (probably should say "boy" but I'm of the "try before you buy" camp).

So here's to a weekend of great odds - two birthday parties no less! And the other half of the A Team returns :-)

x

 

T G I F ! ! It's Fill in the Blanks Friday

My most prized possession is:  For practical reasons - my mobile, passport, purse, keys and oyster card.  For sentimental reasons - photos of my friends and family, the jewellery I wear everyday, my Miu Miu sunglasses and my bag from LFW.

If I could be one age for the rest of my life, I would want to be: 24, just out of uni, first "real" job, looked great..not a worry in the world except for what to do at the weekend.

 

The best way to spend a weekend is:  with good friends, having fun, good food and wine, sunny weather and no stress (hopefully what this weekend will bring!).

 

My outlook on life is:  Everything happens for a reason.  Lots of things are out of our control, there is no point getting stressed when other people make choices that don't work for you - it is their choice and you just have to get on with it.

 

If you want to annoy me, just:  Argh where to start?!  Push in front of me while trying to get on/off tube, don't wash your dishes properly, talk about yourself constantly, ignore me while serving me in your shop (damn you I'm paying your wages!), boys who don't txt back!  Ok that's enough, I'll stop.

 

I am completely defenseless when it comes to:  Good food and wine, I have no self control. None.

 

When dressing for the day one should:  Wear something that makes you feel good (and comfortable - it's all about comfort).

 

 

Have a grand weekend xx

Friday Fun!

It's Fill in the Blanks Friday!  I got this great idea from Amy who is also living and working overseas but in Doha.

1. When I get a day to myself I like to eat my breakfast in bed while reading a good book, stay in my pjamas until lunchtime, buy all the yummy food I like and cook something tasty and eat it all myself, watch trash on tv while under a duvet and stay in the shower for AGES!

2. High school was unmemorable.  There were some girls in my year who weren't nice and made going to school pretty awful some days.  I seem to have blocked most of the five years out of my memory, and the things I do remember were when I actually stopped caring about what other people thought and just tried to enjoy myself!

3. A little dream I have is to go back and work at my summer camp in the States for four months.  Such a dream as I can't afford it :(

4. A big dream I have is to own my own house somewhere in the world and have pets (and maybe a man and some children) and a big garden (that I will hire a gardener to look after!) and a massive kitchen with all the gadgets I've ever wanted (current wants - food processor and ice cream machine)

5. If I could drive any car my pick would be a Mini Cooper in an outrageous colour or some amazing Jaguar with a fold down roof to drive on sunny days (both maybe?)

6. A time I felt really and truly beautiful was ummmm...thats a really difficult question, I can't remember the last time.

7. Tomorrow I will be going to the gym, meeting the girls for a walk and a tasty afternoon tea and then home for a date with the TV.

Happy Weekend friends xx

To Txt or not to Txt

I have spent many a moment over the last few weeks thinking "Are there rules about txting members of the opposite sex?"  If there are, I've clearly missed that memo.  And these so called "rules" seem to be a bit willy nilly at the best of times (just my observation, let me know if you've experience different!).

Take for example, a recent eerrrrmm..encounter I had with a seemingly charming young man.  Walked me home and everything, wowee!  We had a lot of banter, some stuff in common, similar age..blah blah blah.  Upon parting company sometime later, he wrote his number down for me.  To me, this is an indication that he would like me to get in touch.  It just seems like common sense really.  Alas, no.  I got no response to my txt at all. 

On the flip side, another young gentleman put my number into his phone while I was with him.  Given previous experiences, I wasn't expecting anything.  But lo and behold, he txt me before I'd even made it home!  And it continued like this for the rest of the weekend (including several phone calls).  So far, so interesting.  Come Monday though, it was like mobiles didn't even exist anymore - since Sunday eve, I have received nada.  Seriously?  I just wasted all my free txts on you and now I can't even get any value from you this weekend?! Maybe just as well, this particular txter/non-txter has the same name and job as an ex.  Kind of ironic though huh?

Maybe I'm still learning the rules.  Actually, I think I just manage to pick people who either ignore or just blatantly flout the rules.  Hmmpphhh.  Two can play at that ones boys ;-)

(as an aside, I spent a good 20 minutes searching for the picture at the top of this post, google funny iphone text messages - too much fun!)

Girl Behaving Badly

You'd think by my age (just a few months short of 30), I would know how to behave in a sensible manner.  Sunday proved this is most certainly not the case.

After winning a very muddy match on Sunday afternoon, it was off to the pub for a few quiets and watch the football.  All going to plan so far (apart from the mud, but that's another story).  Note to self:  Do not match your male friend pint for pint on a Sunday afternoon.  And especially not on an empty stomach.

What proceeded to happen was Liverpool won the football (yay), we kept drinking, I flirted OUTRAGEOUSLY with a certain male friend, we went to McDonalds and prior to getting on a train I may or may not have propositioned him.

It is a shame that I have the memory of a sieve.  It was only the following morning (no hangover!) that I recalled stopping in at McDonalds.  And sending two terribly drunken txt messages to said male as well!  I will be seeing him tomorrow night at some birthday drinks.  And then again for another round of muddy sport on Sunday. 

On the topic of Friday night, it is my very good friend's birthday drinks.  She has made it her mission in life to assist me on finding the perfect man.  Bless her.  Previous attempts involve me having a six month relationship with her PT and another attempt ended up with another friend.  So she has (sort of!) a 50% success rate.  Tomorrow night's line up involves an English pediatrician and her new PT. 

I will try to behave tomorrow.  Three blokes to impress - can't say I've ever been in this situation before.  Watch this space, further hilarity is about to ensue.

Definition of a DATE?!

I've finally managed to kick the flu and took the last of the antibiotics this morning.  I tell you antibiotics make you do strange things.  Drugs are evil.

I met the graduate last week for a drink - in my eyes, not a date but I don't think he had quite the same idea.  I had no intention of staying for more than two drinks (I even had a great getaway plan).  Unfortunately I took pity on the young lad and invited him to join me at the Boathouse to meet my cousin and another friend.  See what I mean about drugs doing funny things to your brain?  As much as I enjoy the graduates company, I am hands down not attracted to him at all.

The Boathouse was a good laugh, I might have consumed two or three SMALL glasses of wine (this is about half of what I would normally consume) and I was in a very jolly state.  Suddenly it was 11pm and the pub was calling last drinks.  A good thing believe me!  According to the graduate, it would be impossible for him to get back to his place in East London at this hour of the eve, and could he possibly crash on our couch.  No mood for arguing, I said that was fine. 

I will point out, I hadn't eaten since lunchtime at this point and all I wanted to do was go home for a piece of toast and curl up in bed (alone).  Got home, made the toast and found bedding for my house guest.  Next thing you know he's snogging my face off!  WTF?!  And you know what...sometimes it's just easier to roll with it than to say no.  So that's what I did.  Certainly not my smartest choice.  But I did draw the line at him coming upstairs.  Whew.

Finally managed to get rid of him in morning after a very strong cup of coffee.  Don't get me wrong, he's a lovely guy but I just need my own space in the mornings, especially weekends.  He txt me mid week saying how much he enjoyed the night and can we do it again sometime soon.  Awkward much?!

Oh yeah Valentines Day - nothing from any member of the opposite sex but I did have a lovely eve with a group of single girls.  We spent the evening eating yummy food and putting the world to rights.  Happy days.

Busy weekend ahead - single men of London - be warned ;-)

x

Give me Strength

Last Friday was the big "break up date" with David Beckham.  By 1pm I was so nervous,  I felt like I was walking around in a bubble.  This wasn't helped by the fact I had almost lost my voice and wasn't feeling great.

We sat down and had lunch, and the whole time he was being so nice to me and making me laugh.  It got to the point where I thought "Nope, you silly girl you're not going to do it are you?" and I really thought I wasn't going to say those words out loud.  Once we got outside to go back to our respective offices, I took a deep breath (actually with my dodgy chest it was more like a series of little puffs!) and said it all.  I could feel the tears coming on, but managed to say what had been bothering me for several weeks.  David Beckham took it pretty well, I think maybe he knew something wasn't right.  And he confirmed I'd done the right thing when he said "No one, no matter how serious, will be part of my family".  I understand his choice but it's not something I can live with.  It did mean a lot to me that he said he'd still love to be part of my life as a friend.  That was a silver lining from an otherwise terrible situation.

After a fairly traumatic day, the plan was to hit the pub to celebrate 30 years for Irish and possibly partake in one of more of the following:

• Excessive consumption of alcohol
• Tipsy txting to members of the opposite sex
• Random snogs with boys

Alas, by the time 5.30 rolled around I was dead on my feet and hardly able to talk due to the worsening cough.  So I managed one drink before heading home to my bed (which I didn't leave for four days - I got a big ol' dose of the FLU!).

One week on and I'm still recovering from this lurgy (with a chest infection just to round things off).  I thought it would be unfair to the world to go this long without some sort of male-related drama/action in my life.  So tonight I'm going out with a former colleague of my bestie.  He's Welsh.  And he's also on a graduate programme in the City.  I think that gives you an indication of his age.  Ha. 

Cough cough, I hope I last the weekend!

xx

Friday Funday

I've finally made a date with David Beckham - lunch time today.  I've been stressing about it a lot, and not sleeping well at all.  I've had a lot of support from my friends and I know I'm making the right choice.  Although it's going to be hard, I think I'll feel better once I've talked to him about it.  I'm really not good at this face to face talking thing but a txt message or email doesn't seem quite right. Ideally I'd feel better with a few wines in my system before seeing him but I can see that ending badly!

I had been hoping to have a bit of a night out at the 30th birthday party tonight, unfortunately my health has packed in so I will make an appearence and crawl home to my bed! (and I guess that means no tipsy txts to Danger Mouse either, possibly a good thing!).

For a bit of light relief, I've stolen this "Fill in the Blanks" idea from another blog...enjoy and Happy Friday :-)

1. A very nostalgic place that reminds me of being a kid is:
Anakiwa in the Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand.  Making new friends every summer with other families staying in the area, fishing, bush walks and picnics, no TV - bliss!

2. If someone really wants to show that they love me they should:
Keep in touch - email, txt, letter (extra points for snail mail!)

3. Lately I've been wondering a lot about:
If I'll ever find the man of my dreams and settle down.  'Nuff said about that topic!

4. When it comes to saving money I am:
Not bad but am tempted easily by travel!  Put it this way, I don't have a "rainy day" fund!

5. I wish I knew how to make:
Profiteroles.  I love them but have never tried to make them as it all sounds a bit too hard.

6. I'm just waiting for:
The next eight weeks to hurry up so I can go on my holiday to New Zealand for two weeks! 

xx

What am I like?!

January has been a busy month, despite the absence of alcohol in my life I have not let that prohibit me from having a good time.  In fact, I think some nights were more enjoyable without a drink - having a giggle at tipsy boys after too many mojitos is well worth it!

January also had it's share of dilemmas with Lost Boys too.  It was to be expected really.  At the end of 2010, I was in a bit of a pickle about which boy to pursue more enthusiastically - Dagenham's answer to David Beckham (super nice, good job, good with kids, funny, good looking) or Danger Mouse (recently split from long-term partner in complicated circumstances).

I was initially more keen on Danger Mouse because, despite the complications I still like him (and he's good looking, makes me laugh and is very generous).  However communications fell off the radar with him over the Christmas period so decided to David Beckham a go..hell why not, how often does Tinkerbell go out with someone from Dagenham?!

So David Beckham and I saw each other several times over the holidays.  He paid for lunch, he bought me drinks, he txt me at appropriate times.  This all seemed good.  Then I invited him over for dinner.  He didn't stay as he had a family event the next day.  Here is where the cracks start to show. . .

Firstly, Dagenham is a heck of a long way from where the Wombles live.  Secondly, it just so happens that all of David Beckham's family is religious.  He's not but Mrs Beckham Senior plus three sisters all are.  So while I don't prescribe to any particular religion, and don't have a problem with their beliefs; Mrs Beckham will not be able to cope with a son with a girlfriend who is not from her religion.  This means:  no meeting the parents, no meeting the sisters or nieces and nephews, no invites to family dinner or events.  I would be a secret.  He would have a life that I could never be part of. 

It has taken a few weeks to be sure how I feel about the situation.  I'm not prepared to be a secret in anyone's life.  I don't think David Beckham realises, he is txting me as I type this.  It is taking all my nerve to set up at date to tell him I can't see him anymore.

How will it pan out?  Will he take it well?  Will he understand?  And can we still be friends?  This is probably all a bit too much for a Tuesday afternoon!  But I hope to have these answers by Friday in the hope that I can enjoy Friday night at Irish's 30th and get a decent night's sleep without waking up at ridiculous o'clock worrying about having "the talk" with David Beckham. 

xx

ps News just to hand, Danger Mouse is officially single now.  Bring on the wines...I feel a tipsy txt coming on ;-)