Spelling Bee Champion.... not when i am ranting!

A good friend and avid follower of my blog rants pointed out to me today that "oi you, you have millions of spelling and grammer errors in that last blog post". My first thought was "OMG, I make a living out of writing, and I am known as a total grammer Nazi, so how is this so?".

Then I realised that when i am rambling on in my blog my mind truely switches off- as i get into rant mode. My "wheres" becomes "weres", my "excepts" becomes "accepts" and so forth. This is my time to put my anal ways aside and just write.

But going forward, Ms Spot the spelling/grammer mistake, I will be sure to check and double check my post before publishing it- Scouts honour!!!

LSGS

When a girl compromises

When you start reaching a certain and age and you are still a single unmarried woman you can go one of two ways:


(1) you still believe that you are going to get tall dark handsome dream man or else, you will rather stay single and settle on a tabby cat for company

OR

(2) you decide to compromise and take the attitude of so what "he is only 5ft3" or "has bad dandruff" or "is a bit fat" or "picks his nose and eats it" or "he is a street sweeper" or even "so what he has the face only a mother can love", you compromise because you want to find someone who loves you and you want to get (lets say it together girls) "MARRIED".


Well I decided in the New Year to try out option 2, and 13 days into 2011 I am about to break the resolution, and let me tell you why.


I decided to give a rather geeky and might I add ginger man a chance. He had been bugging me for a date since October 2010, and I had been refusing because I thought "he is sooooo not my type". Then at the start of the year, he was still being persistent, so I decided that a New Year, New Start attitude might serve me well in 2011. So when he asked me out yet again, I said yes.


At first he seemed shocked that I finally caved in and with his confidence boosted he started to text me sweet nothings. After some chit chat we arranged to meet for drinks, I thought dinner could easily turn into a longwinded affair, and that just drinks keeps it short and sweet. So I suggested Wednesday evening and he agreed.


I felt happy that I had decided to give him chance. He seemed nice and sometimes love can come blossom with men you never thought you could love. Note: we made the date on Sunday evening.


On Monday, I hear nothing from him and I think nothing of it. Tuesday, still nothing and find that a bit strange considering his enthusiusm before, Wednesday morning I have heard nothing still and wondered whether we were still meeting. 5pm Wednesday evening still not a peep from Mr Enthusiusm. I decide not to call/text him to ask him why he hasnt been in touch, a girl has her pride you know.


So Date Night AKA Wednesday evening comes and goes, and nothing. Now it is Thursday evening and I am still wondering what happened to him. He still hasnt been in touch. After being so persistent for over 3 months to get a date I am quite pissed off (excuse the language) that he is playing deaf and dumb with me.


All I have to say now is that he better be meeting his maker or on his way there, because there really is no other excuse that I am willing to except, especially since i comprised my wants and allowed a nobody the opportunity to ask a somebody for a date.



LSGS

Saluting our ex loves, Ghetto Fabulous style...x

Ladies (and some gentlemen)....

Lets bow our heads and salut all our past, present and future ex lovers by singing along loud and proud (something I have been doing today) to ghetto fabulous Keyshia Cole's "I Changed my Mind"- I am feeling generous today so just click on the link below and enjoy her music video below- enjoy!

This song, right next to disco queen Gloria Gaynor's "I will Survive", should be the national anthem for singles everywhere who are going through or have been through a (bad) breakup.

LSGS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbE1qz8wktQ

Restoring my faith in relationships- couples style!

Sometime between my optimistic love is all around phase, and my all men are bastards phase, I have found myself fighting the need to not wallow in the world of "I will never find someone".

I have slowly but surely been turning into a cynical 30 something- sad but true. That being said my saviour has come in the form of my favourite couple, lets call them Mr and Mrs AB. Whilst spending New Years with them they managed the impossible- restoring my faith in relationships (whisper- and men).

Mr and Mrs AB are a fabulous married couple. Mrs AB and I are friends. She is a great giggle and we always enjoy each others company. Mr AB is her patient husband who always keeps smiling even when Mrs AB and I turn into two overexcited females when discussing shopping and other frivilous topics, he just always looks at us with an amused look.

They are truely a couple who have found the holy grail of marriage. They have a love and respect for eachother that we all seek but rarely find. I look at them and think "ahhhhh", and having spent New Years with them, I am now thinking "double ahhhhh".

Mr and Mrs AB are not alone, I would say 90% of my friends are either in a long term relationships or already married. It is only I and one other friend who still grace the land of singledom. We are eachother's cheerleader and always discuss the good, the bad, and the ugly of the single life. She knows who she is.

Coming back to the topic at hand, whilst in NY I was constantly around Mr and Mrs AB, they made me believe in the fact that there truely is someone out there for everyone. It is not about finding the perfect man, but about finding someone who can love you for all that you are- the good and the bad.

So Mr and Mrs AB, thank you for restoring my faith in finding love. If I even find a slither of what you have, then I know that I am going to be happy woman indeed.

-LSGS