Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Valentines day....

As it’s Valentines Day I thought I’d write a romantic, slushy post about all the lovely gift my boyfriend bought me….. *ahem*

Ok so I’m single for the 5th Valentines running, and more than happy about it. I have nothing against Valentines Day, I think it can be cute and a nice way of showing your other half that you love them etc etc (minus the giant cards and teddies) but I won’t be crying into my glass of wine listening to Adele anytime soon. For me to get into a relationship, there are certain rules:

Wear good shoes. I’m shallow and it’s the first thing I look at. Vintage Nike blazers or some boat shoes will be fine.  

Hair should be short, preferably shaved (yes I like my man to look like a thug). No skinny pretty boys who fake tan, dye their hair, pluck their eyebrows etc etc should apply.

Be inked. Tattoo’s aren’t a necessity, but a man with a nice sleeve does it for me every time. Look at Mario from TOWIE for inspiration.

Be a man’s man: I spend enough time in front of the mirror for both of us. Please just shower, put on clean clothes, spray some nice aftershave and leave the house. Oh yes and smell nice.

Look after yourself. Eat well go to the gym. I love broad shoulders, rugby players thighs and big arms…..not that I’m fussy or anything!

Have a hobby/passion: I don’t care if it’s classic cars, films, rugby (this is preferable) or your stamp collection. Have something you love and can talk about all day and I’m sold.

Be a gentleman: Hold open doors, pull out my chair, don’t expect anything on the first date, give me a hug if I’m feeling upset etc etc it’s the simple things that make the difference.

Don’t be clingy, don’t drink until you’re sick, don’t get jealous, dress well, don’t moan when I want to go out with the girls, get on well with your family, make an effort with mine, have a manly job (again not essential, but if I know a man’s been climbing on boilers fixing complicated piping all day and comes home all oily and dirty, I go a little bit funny inside).

Or this could all be summed up with the very simple yet true statement my friend once said:

‘Your type is simple: as wide as they are tall, with a face that looks like they’ve been hit with a shovel. They look like they’re going to rob your granny, but really they just want a big cuddle’

Hope everyone’s had a lovely valentines day and been spoilt rotten!

Loves
xxx

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

And here come the feelings.....


Having a few man issues and really need to vent my frustration! Anybody else got that one person that you always go back to, that one person that is probably the most perfect guy in the world for you, yet somehow nothings ever really happened? I’ve got myself one of those. We’ve been on and off for years (literally, I think it’s been about 4 years!) sometimes publicly, sometimes not. I’d probably say he was one of my best friends, and I also fancy the pants off him. He was the one that got me into dubstep (some of my friends still haven’t forgiven him for that…!) and I’d probably say over 20% of the songs on my ipod have some relevance to how I felt about him at some point in time. I’ve even got a text saved that he send me a couple of summers ago that said: ‘chillin in the garden listing to the streets with the lads, this day can only be topped off by seeing my girl later’. Massive CRINGE but also kind of sweet that I still have this? So what do you do when said boy comes back into your life and tells you that he still has feelings for you.

I wonder if it is actually possible to be with someone when you’ve been through so much apart? Some of the things I’ve done I am certainly not proud of, there’ve been tears and I’ve also been pretty happy in one relationship that ended badly but I do still sort of miss. I don’t think I’m even slightly the same person as I was back then, yet I still have exactly the same feelings as I did when we met way before I started uni. I still get moths (butterflies….sorry private joke) and I still always want to ring him and sing down the phone when a certain song comes on the radio.  

And now there’s suddenly a big fat elephant in the room and I don’t dare mention us or what’s going to happen with us now, which is pretty stupid considering I don’t want to loose him to someone else again. I’d love nothing more than for him to turn around and say lets start again, from the beginning, take it slow and see what happens. If only I could open my big mouth that I can never usually keep shut, and say something….

On a slightly different note, here’s a few outfit posts from the past few days.

For work: top is a man's with the sleeves cut out from Primark, shorts are Topshop and shoes are Vans from Office

Went out for dinner Sunday night: shirt is Primark ages ago, jeans are Miss Selfridge and Wedges are my new ones from Forever 21

Work yesterday: Shoes tights belt and dress all from Primark. 


Palazzo pants looking a bit see-through in the top picture there!! Oooops! Vest is topshop, jewellery is all Miss Selfridge, Palazzo pants are Primark and Jacket is H&M. 

Right I need to shower, tan and sleep off all these feelings I'm having, I'm sure it's not healthy....



Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Sunshine makes the world go round....

What a beautiful day!! I got out last years Primark sun dress and had LOADS of complements on it!


Hair in a topknot just because it was a lot easier, but thought it worked well with the dress.
Treated myself to some new wedges (the sun makes me want to buy wedges don't know why?!) and some feather earings, all in my new fave colour: coral! Can't get enough of it atm, might even go paint my nails coral tonight actually! 



Shoes and earings are both New Look, £20 for the wedges and £3 for the earings. Hope this sunshine stays out so I get a chance to wear them soon!

Also, song of the day is, without a shadow of a doubt, this:


 Mainly because it is JUST how I feel right now, it was the perfect soundtrack for driving home with my shades on with the window down. Boys are shit. Fact.