365 days later, LSGS turns a Year Old!

Yes, LSGS is a year old.

I cant believe that I have been blogging for a year, and I am still yet to find my Mr Big. I guess Carrie Bradshaw (of SATC), I am not.

Maybe i should ditch the Long Island Ice Teas and impossible high heels for a cat called Tabitha and a big woolly cardigan. Then again, I think not, writing this blog keeps me smiling, and my fabulous friends keep me sane.

Happy Birthday LSGS and Happy Hunting to all my single gals- lets raise our cocktails to another year!!!

The night that The A Team stole 2 hours of my life!!!

Last night my sister and I decided to relive our youth and go and see the A Team. I was expecting 2 and half hours of wham, bam thank you mam.

With my nibbles in hand and settled in my very comfy seat I was ready to watch what was once my favourite TV programme.

To cut a long story short, I was very dissapointed! I sat in a dark room with strangers happily farting and loudly munching on their popcorn throughout the entire movie. Who would purposely put themselves through that for a bad movie ? nobody i tell you!

So to conclude my rant, I would not recommend this movie to anyone. In 2 short hours the A Team 2010 very swiftly, rewrote my childhood memories of my TV favourite and made it an untouchable.

Lastly, I know, I know you probably expected to read a juicy tale from my dating life but I had to share this nugget with you. You have been warned my lovelies, dont do it, even for a glance of the super hot Bradley Cooper, who was the lovable Face. He was indeed a welcome balm to the pain i was in watching this film, I loved that he appeared shirtless throughout the entire film !!!

LSGS

Introducing the Tube Gentleman

On my tube ride this morning, I witnessed the urban myth that is the Tube Gentleman.

The tube gentleman is typically a well dressed 9-5 man who rides the tube during rush hour on his way to and from work. You can easily spot the tube gentleman among the sea of other male suits by how he reacts when a seat becomes free on a crowded tube.

When one is riding an overcrowded tube, there is nothing more sought after than a seat. When one becomes free everyone circles it like a pack of hungry wolves. All those already seated watch with eager anticipation to see who will pounce first and win the coveted seat.

When a seat becomes free near a tube gentleman he first spends the about 10 seconds hesitating and looking around to see if any female travellers want the seat. His face shows signs of anxiousness as the feminists among the females ignore his silent offer. The thing is he rarely voices his offer of the free seat, he fears an angry rejection by women who seem to the have accepted that chivalry is truly dead- its not ladies. Only when he is sure no females want the seat will he sit himself down and take his first relaxed breath as his anxiousness settles down.

I raise my apple martini to you, tube gentleman. Know that when you offer me a seat after I have spent all day in my favourite but unforgiving 4 inch heels, I love you a little bit more everyday!

LSGS

Hair extentions go bye bye!

This week, I decided to make a drastic change, I took out the extentions that I have worn for 4 years on and off. I decided to cut my own hair shorter. It is not exactly Solange Knowles/Halle Berrry (circa 1995) short, but it is the shortest I have ever had it (gulp).

Now that my extentions have gone bye, bye I feel super naked without the flowing hair attached to my head. I feel quite unsexy. I have no idea how Rhianna and all the other women embracing short hair do it. I feel like my feminity has disappeared, and has been replaced with a slightly dare I say butchness. I do wonder if us women are engineered to think long hair is best- mmmmm food for thought!

I am finding that without my locks the boys are no longer coming out to play. The attention I used to get from men has diminished. It seems that they dont "dig" my short style. It is like they prefer the flowing extentions I once had rather than my own fabulous luxurious hair. Why is that? My extentions are fake and not my own. Men sure are strange creatures.

Saying that, it is not like I am not getting male attention, I do still get the odd whistle here and there but I now get a different type of man. My sister said "yeah now you do not attract the ghetto type of man who love all that fake hair, nails and Lord knows what else. Now you grab the attention of the more sophisticated type."- mmmmm!!!!

Lastly, I am sad that without my flowing locks, the boys no longer come out to play. Everyday I fight the urge to put them back in. I do love my short hairstyle, its cute, and its good to run my fingers through my hair without feeling the stitches of my attached extentions. So I will continue to be strong, at least for a while and enjoy the beauty of my own hair which, thank the heavens, actually stays on my head instead of decorating my newly carpeted floor like my hair extentions used too!!!-ewwwww right?!?

LSGS