“Young Man” leaves me breathless!

He kissed me. Yes that’s right “young man” kissed me. I must admit that I saw it coming. I knew that by the 3rd date he was going to go in for the kill.

On our 2nd date he was doing the lean in 90% of the way, but I refused to go the other 10% and acted like I had not noticed his lean in and kiss technique- as if.

On Sunday we had our third date. We met in a quaint little Spanish cafe in Camden. It was a lovely little hole in the wall with sofas and a DJ playing some soothing music. Sitting on an old tatty brown sofa we exchanged stories over a glass of red for me and a bottle of beer for him.
He is such good company and always makes me laugh. I know he sees me as some ditzy woman with a sarcastic sense of humour but he accepts me. He laughs when I spill my wine by accident (i have done it twice already), or have one of my OMG-where-did-I-put-my-purse attacks. I love that he just lets me be me, and wants to be around me and my craziness.

Back to the date- it was as we sat on this sofa and onto our 3rd round of drinks that I saw a certain look in his eyes- lust! All women are acquainted with the manly lusty look. It could leave one imagining that you are indeed his next meal. It made me nervous. I was 15 again. So I excused myself and went to the ladies.

Whilst in there I told myself “breath in, breath out” and I tried to calm my nerves. I returned back to the sofa and our date with a plastered on smile on my newly glossed lips. We spent a further hour discussing politics, then fashion again (I am trying to explain the industry to him) before ending up on music (he is an aspiring musician- God aren’t they all).

When midnight struck I suggested we leave before we got thrown out as they where closing and we were practically the last ones remaining. As we exited he put his hand on the small of my back and I thought “OMG what is he doing, ahhhhhh”. He felt me stiffen and he removed his hand away from my body and I relaxed- phew! We talked as we made our way to the bus stop and once there he stood close to me and asked me what I was thinking; my response was “when is the bus coming?”, before adding “I know what you are thinking”. Blushing slightly, he smiled and said “what?” to which I answered “whether or not you should kiss me”. He smiled again and nodded his head yes before leaning in 90% and it was at that moment I gave in and leaned in the last 10%- hallelujah we where kissing.

I never thought that moment would come as I am sooooo unsure of where it could possibly go with a guy who is not my usual type in many ways. I feel so blah being out of my comfort zone and around men who I can predict and know their ways. “Young man” is the sweetest guy I have met on my dating quest. He never wants me to forget that I am always on his mind, which makes me feel warm and fuzzy just as his kisses did on that chilly Sunday night.

LSGS

Having a cougar moment and proudly pulling a Demi!

Samantha with Smith in SATC- the ultimate cougar!

Lately, I have found myself dating a younger guy, among others. His age goes against everything I stand for. I have always stood by my rule of not dating anyone younger than me, whether it is 6 months younger or 5 years younger, it makes no difference. All who know me are shocked that I have been seeing “young man” for the last couple of weeks- but the heart wants what it wants right?

Out of the 5 men that I am dating he has been the one whose company I have enjoyed. He is the perfect gentleman in every way, which has surprised me as he is so young. He refuses to even let me get my wallet out. He puts the rich men I have dated to shame with his generosity. He makes me feel looked after-which gives me a lovely fuzzy feeling- mmmmmmm!!!

Our first date was meeting for drinks at a bar in Camden. I had allocated him an hour and a half to impress me, before I had to leave for my dinner plans at 7pm. Just after 5pm I met my date who was waiting for me outside the bar- how gentlemanly right? He walked me in and straight to the bar where he paid for our drinks. We looked for a place to sit, and I spotted a comfy sofa and which we settled down on.

Our conversations flowed, and flowed, which I loved, and as my glass emptied he stood up and went to the bar and refilled it without asking- amazing manners!!! Before I knew it, it was time for me to leave. I found myself disappointed that I had made other plans. I made my excuses to leave and he responded in insisting that he walk me out. I protested but he left his half drunk beer and said that he would love to walk me out- OMG swoon right?

He walked me to the bus stop and we kissed, on the cheek naturally, it was the first date after all. He followed the date with a text, a couple of hours later, saying that he enjoyed himself. Then 48 hours later he asked me out again, and I declined, I am a Rules girl after all, but instead made arrangements for a movie date in 5 days time.

What I love about “young man” is that he is not afraid to let me know he likes me. He shows this by being a total gentleman and making sure I am taken care off. It has been a long time since I have felt taken care off. The other guys I have dated in the last few weeks have come across as if they were paying because later they expect a return- as if- but with “young man” it feels like it is because it is just what a gentleman does.

Lastly, I know that he is so wrong for me in every way. He is my Harry in many ways, well maybe my Smith due to the age but is it wrong for me to be with someone who clearly adores me? Well I plan to continue to drown in my confusion and see “young man” again. He makes me feel great and he also has lips that beg to be kissed, and it is on this note that I end with a “to be continued....”

LSGS

Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher- prove the heart wants what it wants!

Table for one?

I was having a gossiping session with a good friend of mine, Kiki, at the beginning of this week and it was during this marathon session of gabbing that she bought up to the table the idea of the both of us hitting the town on our own.

She had told me that one of her girlfriends frequently headed out on her own without friends, reading materials or a plan. She just made herself look fabulous puts on her heels and heads out. This fascinated me. I have never headed out on a night out alone. The whole idea of it frightened me. How would I cope without my friends as a crutch?

We discussed this for about an hour before agreeing that we were both going to go out on our own. She lives in the USA, well Atlanta to be exact and I am residing on London (for the moment any who). So the plan was that on Thursday (just gone) we where to beatify ourselves and head out on our own.

To prepare I had a lovely hot bath accompanied by some music and a glass of wine. Then I selected my outfit. Put my make up on and then danced around my apartment to get me in the mood. Once I creamed my body and put on my dress, I put on a dab of my Coco Chanel on my wrist and neck, grabbed my Chanel handbag and headed out.

To say I was nervous is an understatement. I was literally jittery all the way to the tube station. My plan was to head into the city- the land of bankers/lawyer types- and see what happens.
It was a lovely warm evening so I headed to this cute bar in Liverpool Street that has a balcony overlooking the city. I bought myself a mojito, found a seat and sat down. I pretended that I was enjoying the view when I was actually scoping the bar to see what men where drinking there.
After sitting there an hour all I had managed to conjure up where curious glances from the guys and suspicious looks from the females. Deciding to look busy I fiddled with my phone and pretended that I was a super busy person who had been stood up.

As another hour crept by I decided that I am going to head to the west end and that was when the fun started. I went to the Hilton Hotel top floor bar, which has views of glittery London- amazing. It was there I was chatted up by an Arab guy who was staying at the hotel. Grateful for company I enjoyed a couple of glasses of Champagne with him before deciding that it was time for me to move on.

En route to Mahiki I text the door girl to ensure she had me on the guest list. My arrival saw my black cab stop right in front of the venue and as the taxi door was open for me. As I exited, the red velvet rope was opened for me, I air kissed the door girl and entered the venue.
Once settled at the bar I ordered a Long Island ice tea and took it all in. I noticed that the guys in the place where rather young- maximum age 26- but very willing to try and talk to you. I enjoyed their attention and before I knew it, I was downstairs on the dance floor dancing to Black Eyed Peas party song I Got feelin’.

It was 2am when I decided to leave the fun. It was as I stumbled back home feeling slightly tipsy and buzzy that I learnt that going out on your own can be both fun and frightening at the same time. I also learnt that older men have nothing on the young or foreign men who seem to have more balls and the manners to talk a lone lady. Shame on you big boys, with all your “experience” you should know better!

LSGS

Going Cold Turkey

I mentioned in an earlier post that I had started dating a guy who I have been refering to as the Sexy Swede. Let me jog your memory, he is the very hot Freddie Ljungberg look alike.

Well mon ami, it seems that my titanic of lust has hit an iceberg, and that iceberg is that he is a bit of a horn dog. It is constant and does not stop. Do you remember in SATC when Charlotte tried to seriously date the guy who was only good at going down on women or when Carrie tried to turn her fuck buddy into a potential boyfriend- well we all know how that turned out- utterly unsuccessful and thats what I have realised I have been attempting to do with Sexy Swedish guy- pretty much beating a dead horse!

I have not done anything physical, you will be amazed at the power of human strength to resist such a God of a man, but i know that if we where to start something physical that is all it will ever be. I could not take our relationship seriously and he would not be introduced to my family and friends, who I know are waiting patiently to be introduced to a man who is my match in everyway. Which is a damn shame because it is not like i reside in a city that has wall to wall hot men around every corner. So I have chosen to go cold turkey and release the hot swede back into the general population- enjoy ladies.

So lastly, to take a phrase coined by men worldwide and used quite carelessly by them too, when it comes to my amore- the sexy swede- I am not able to turn a "whore" into a husband or at least serious boyfriends- shame!

LSGS

Ps...

With regards to my date with Mister Yummy Muscian I am sad to report that I will not be seeing him again, because although he had me at hello, he definitely lost me when the words "you look like Serena Williams" where uttered out of his mouth as he stroked my face. Surely i am prettier, please tell me i am prettier.


LSGS

A small thanks to my friend M and sister who tried to comfort me by saying "at least he didnt say you look like Venus".

Dating my very own "Dolce & Gabbana model"

"My date Mr Yummy Muscian would not look out of place in a D&G ad"

This weekend began with a date with a rather scrumptious guy. He looked like he had just walked off a Dolce & Gabbana ad- and the fact that he is half scilian and half french added a certain je ne sais quoi to my very goodlooking date.

I decided that the first date should be casual, so we met for a coffee at Cafe Nero. Straight away he got "une pointe" for being quite the gentleman and waiting for my arrival outside the coffee house. Once we air kissed and said our hellos, he opened the door for me and we entered Cafe Nero. After we both ordered our coffees- mine a hazelnut latte and him a strong Americano- we found a cozy sofa and sat down.

From the beginning our conversation flowed with ease. He had a terribly sexy accent, and a great smile. He hypnotised me and I was happy to be in the company of Mr Yummy Muscian- I have decided not to use real names. He was a muscian whose band won best newcomer at Glastonbury 2005. As he talked about his music I started imagining myself finally being able to say "my boyfriend is the lead singer of a band"- it has a fab ring to it right?

After we talked for about 2 hours we left and went in search of food. We found ourselves at the Japanese Centre and looking to buy some yummy sushi. Then it was from there that things started to go down hill.

You see i told him that i would have to leave soon as i had a drinks date with a friend. This confession upset him greatly, and he became kind of cold towards me. When i asked him what was wrong he told me that he had cleared his entire evening for me and that he had expected me to do the same. My immediate thought was "what?", and as he babbled on i realised that he had expected our date to continue way into the wee hours. I had thought a coffee date is about hour maybe 2 hours max, and my Mr Yummy Musician was throwing a 3 year old tantrum right in the middle of the Japanese Centre because I decided to end our date- i knew that it was all too good to be true.

So later on as i strolled to go and meet my friend, I started thinking that maybe I should not have made plans that would stunt the date. I did reason that if i really wanted the date to continue i could have rearranged my plans with my friend, but i did not so maybe I had just self sabotaged my date, or maybe he needs to learn what the term "a quick coffee date" means!

LSGS

Opening my L.O.V.E borders

MY USUAL TYPE- THE YUMMY REGGIE BUSH

Lately, with the help of my sister, I have decided to take the matters of dating into my own hands. I went ahead and joined the modern world of dating and put an ad about moi on an online dating page to see whether it would catch any yummy fishes.

Twenty four hours later I had received 100 responses to my ad. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I mean, i know that I am no ug (the short term for ugly) but come on now- are there that many single men roaming around freely unattached? So i read all their emails. It took me 3 hours but I was determined to read each one and respond to those i found interesting.

Some of the responses where scary- some men declared their love for me (yeah right mister), others had the audacity to send photos of their little friend (i mean ewwww right) and others decided to write back with insults for no reason but because they can (the lunacy of it all). But that was just 10% of the emails i received.

The other 90% were from sweet men who where truely seeking the one. By day three my ad had been viewed 2,500 times and i had over 200 emails sent to me. I decided enough was enough, and removed my ad.

So a week has passed and I have selected 6 guys to go out on dates with. I decided that I would not discriminate too much. Anyone who knows me knows that I have only dated the 6ft something, broad shouldered manly black guys, think of american football player Reggie Bush- a very yummy man indeed and sooooo my type [shivers].

Now following pressure from some friends who think my I-only-date-black-guys limits me from meeting potentials has meant that I have decided to open my dating boarders ( for now anyway). So the selected 6 guys include a hot Swedish guy who looks like a young Freddie Ljungberg. All women can agree that Freddie is heart stopping gorgeus- see below.

So it is on this note that I must introduce to you the guy who will be my first date- and who I will call the Sexy Swedish guy(i decided to not use their real names), who is one of my six-

so watch this space!

THE SEXY FREDDIE LJUNGBERG

LSGS

Seeking the elusive Festival Man

A week or so ago a friend of mine gave me free VIP passes to the V Festival, so I decided to trek all the way to Chelmsford with MY sister in tow to go and enjoy the delights on offer.

On arrival we adorned our huge nicole ritchie type sunglasses so as to ensure we enjoyed the VIP treatment in style. I must admit, that i loved that we where separated from the "normal" people and led down the VIP route. We felt more special than the non-VIP people who where being herded like cows- ewwww- all that was missing was the electric prod!

Having been to Glastonbury last year, I found the V Festival to be tame and full of young boys- what a shame. I had been looking forward to indulging myself with some moody band leader and drinking beer from the bottle, but instead I found myself refusing to leave the luxury of the VIP and enjoying sitting under a tree sipping pimms.

I cant stress it enough- but the V Festival was unfortunately lacking in cute men-damn it- but with my sister in tow and having drunk enough pimms to sink a ship, by 8pm I found myself dancing to Abba (in the VIP disco), ignoring the attention of the young men whose balls are yet to drop (please excuse the crudeness) and wondering why i was the only one who was rejoicing that Oasis had cancelled their performance last minute- long live Snowpatrol i say- hiccup!


LSGS