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Guest Blog: A Game of Numbers?

Saturday, January 28th, 2012

We are just loving all the guest blog contributions that are flying into our inbox. Your dating stories, good and bad, are hilarious! Keep them coming and we promise to post the best ones. Melissa made a bold move by plunging into the Spanish dating scene. Her experiences so far? A game of numbers so it would seem…

Having had no luck with British men, I was excited to move to Spain. They had to be better, didn’t they? Well, I have found it easy to meet people, or should I say, guys have made an effort to meet me- in the most random places and ways- from having my bum pinched in the street, to a guy getting out of a car and asking me on a date, saying he liked the look of me. The thing is, though, the meetings have come to nothing for one reason or another.

Guest blog: A game of numbersOk, so the one who pinched my bum got a shock when I screamed, and he ran off. I thought it was odd that the other guy had driven by and stopped- I was wearing a hood, so he couldn’t really have seen what I looked like, could he? Anyway, didn’t give him my number.

But what of the guys I have exchanged numbers with?

The first seemed very romantic, showering me with compliments and telling me he thought he could fall in love again. After a couple of weeks, he confirmed he had fallen in love- just with someone else!

The second I met in a club, and he came to my rescue when my credit card got stolen and I couldn’t make myself understood over the phone. He invited me out and we went for tapas, then to a club. He paid everything and I thought it went well, until the end of the night when he said I will call you or you call me. It wasn’t quite a knock back but it felt like an insincere ‘I’ll call you’. Well, we did meet up again, and it was on our next date, I got my next number. What sort of a date was that, you may ask? Indeed! He picked me up and told me we were going out with some people he met on the internet. Location- an all-you-can eat Chinese buffet. It was when I was choosing my vegetables, that a tall, attractive guy came over and asked me if I was at the singles night.

‘I don’t know’ I replied.

‘Are you on one of the tables over there? ‘

‘Well, yes.’ I told him, somewhat surprised.

We chatted some and exchanged numbers- I mean, wouldn’t you after learning you were on a date like that?! From the restaurant, my date and I went to a club, accompanied by the guy I had exchanged numbers with (he invited himself). I didn’t know where to look or who to talk to, so plonked myself at the bar and worked my way through a few G n T’s until it was time to go home.

I never heard from my date again, but a few days later, the vegetable counter guy messaged me and invited me…..swimming! No way, I thought- not until the New Year’s resolutions have had time to make me bikini or at least swimsuit ready!  I will wait and see if he responds to my suggestion of meeting for a drink, but will not hold my breath, I mean that would be far too normal a date, wouldn’t it?!

- Melissa Patient, Valencia

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How To Break Up With Someone

Thursday, November 17th, 2011
The Why We Broke Up Project

Your next read should be new break-up novel by Daniel Handler and Maira Kalman

“Breaking up is never easy” sang the world’s most famous Swedes once upon a time. The awkward situation, the dread and sheer terror of letting someone down is awful. Maybe you didn’t feel any pangs of regret when you stormed off/ slammed door in face/ wrote a cruel email. Either way, it’s never fun. If you’re about to break up with someone or want to share your experience, there’s something you should know about.

The Why We Broke Up Project was spawned by Daniel Handler and Maira Kalman and their stories of dumping, being dumped and general heartbreak. A new novel that tells the story of Min Green and Ed Slaterton, how they met, hooked up and then broke each others’ hearts. The author and artist are now inviting people to submit their break-up stories on their blog. Here are some of our favourites:

“I should have known that our relationship would be disastrous when after four days of taking over the phone you told me that you loved me and when I said you too, you announced that you suddenly had a boner”

“You told me I loved the dog more than you. And I realized you were right.”

This one is particularly amusing…

Him: “There is no reason that any family should have more than one salad dressing in their refrigerator.”

And that was the end.

Me (to self): Hope you like bleu cheese, ‘cause that’s all I use anyway. And who are you calling family? We’ve been dating a month.

Him (erratically waving 99 cent plastic bottle of Italian dressing): “I’m only buying this for marinades!”

Me: … (That was the end)

“You cared more about your Xbox than My Box.”

“She though the name of the doctor on Doctor Who was Doctor Who.”

“Because he knew more showtunes than I did.”

“You spent too much time on conspiracy theory websites and were starting to suspect I was a Reptilian humanoid.”

People are starting to submit their stories to the blog for all the world to see. Potentially, it’s a cathartic experience if you feel you have something to share. If not, have a read as some of them are screamingly funny.

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Blondes Prefer Gentlemen

Monday, July 4th, 2011

It has been an amazing weekend for sport. We saw our hopes of an Englishman winning Wimbledon defeated by Murray when he lost against Nadal, reminding us that he is English after all and therefore couldn’t possibly win. Then lovely Nadal lost his title at the hands of powerful Serb, Djokovic. However, what really had my attention was the Haye Vs. Klitschko fight on Saturday night.

My dad first introduced me to boxing and I’ve watched it for as long as I can remember. He took me to see Prince Naseem fight. The speed and gracefulness of his style had me under his spell. I loved what was primal in boxing – two men fighting for the top spot, pitting their strength and wits to the test. Even better still was the restraint, technique and discipline that separates an art form from a fight down the local pub.

Can the gentleman always triumph over the bad guy?

It came as no surprise that I was to date a professional boxer at some point. It was always on the cards I think. The self-assuredness, bordering on plain arrogance, the dedication and gentleman-like demeanor meant I was instantly attracted. I remembered him as I sat watching the Haye fight on Saturday. Like a good British girl, I was of course supporting our homegrown champ (could we really allow yet another Eastern European sporting victory?!). Haye had all the makings of a world champion. Confident, competent and full of promises. He was after Klitschko’s head.

As round followed round, it quickly became apparent that Haye was well out of his depth. Not only did he fail to deliver his famous “Hayemaker” but he was barely able to hit him. Resorting to running at him in mad brawl-like launches, he lost points on lack of skill. Klitschko remained composed and though he took a few hits, he clearly had a clever game plan and stuck to it. I was drawn to Haye’s arrogance like a girl who shouldn’t love the bad boy but I couldn’t help but secretly wish for Klitschko to knock him down.

When the match finished and the Ukrainian was declared the Heavyweight World Champion, Haye took to an embarrassing display of excuses about a little toe and was forced to bow his head after breaking his promise. And you know what, I was reminded why I don’t date the boxer anymore. Cocky, arrogant, full of promises and when failing to deliver, full of just as many excuses. A gentleman-like demeanor but never a gentleman and unlike his sport he was very ungraceful. Klitschko on the other hand, was noble to the end and with his brother proudly in the ring beside him holding his title belts, he was charming to the core. Haye and his little toe and bad excuses limped off and my faith in his ability along with him. Has the gentleman finally restored order and proved the nice guy can finish first? Possibly. I think a trip to Eastern Europe is in order.

Sshhh! We have a birthday party coming up soon. Watch this space for more details.

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Online adventures: Booty call from Batman

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

I’d been on a great first date with a guy I’d met online and I was eagerly awaiting a call from him to arrange round two.  My mobile started ringing as I arrived home at 2am after a Friday night out…  It was The Boy, asking if he could come round. A very cheeky request, but I quite fancied some company (and some more drinks) so I agreed. Before hanging up, he told me that he was dressed as Batman.

picture of batman

The night Batman visited

On opening the door, I realised that he wasn’t fibbing. The ensemble included the boots, mask, cape and rippling six-pack – he was just missing Robin. The randomness of the whole situation had me crying with laughter. After seeing off an excessive amount of drinks, he ended up crashing at mine.

I was taking care of my young nieces and nephews the next day, so knew I had to kick Batman out before 10am. Not true to form at all, my sisters arrived early with four kids aged between three and seven at their heels, and settled down in my living room for a cuppa and a chat. There are not words to describe the glee that spread across their faces when I mouthed that “I had a guest upstairs” – the joy they found in embarrassing me, their littlest sister, had not faded at all with age.

Back upstairs, Batman and I discussed the two exit options – the first, being boxer shorts, and the second, full Batman attire. We decided the latter option was preferable, and that he should also adopt the persona of Batman for the sake of my reputation with the kiddies.

And that is how the boy I’d met only twice found himself pretending to fly down my stairs and around my living room – to the amazement and delight of my nieces and nephews. My sisters’ jaws almost hit the floor simultaneously and they were for once, lost for words. Batman competently fielded a number of questions from the boys using a very apt deep, Batman-like voice. He then flew out of the front door and into the Bat Mobile (i.e. my Ford Fiesta) so I could deliver him home.

Not quite the booty call I think he was anticipating and not quite what I had in mind for our second encounter, but you just have to roll with the punches….

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