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 5^th 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

Men are from mars....

This is going to be a bit of a different post for me today so I appreciate many of you won’t want to read it but if you do, well, thanks!

I’ve had an interesting few weeks (few years come to that) when it comes to men and relationships. I’ve recently been on a few dates with a guy I met (yes ok on Facebook and yes, ok it started as a poking war). He’s pretty close to being the perfect guy and everything, but after I’d got over the initial nerves of the first few meetings and of course the obligatory stress over WHAT TO WEAR?!?! it’s kind of in the ‘now what’ area. This is the usual case for me; I’ve not had a proper relationship for, well, years. My last boyfriend was back in 2007…we were together for about a year, had an amazing time, and remained really good friends ever since. I speak to him nearly every day and he’s pretty good with the dating advice (altogether now…’ahhhhhh’). So why can’t all man situations be like this? Recently it’s been a case of me getting fed up too easily, or they get fed up just as I’m getting too involved.  And when they get fed up, that’s when it takes me a few months to get over my ‘what’s wrong with me’ ‘I’ll never meet anyone’ trauma.

This time though, I’ve not had any of that. I’ve had an overwhelming feeling of ‘oh well’. And I think the bottom line to this is that for once, I’m just happy with myself and I’ve learnt to finally CHILL OUT. All of the girls are back from University, I’ve got a great job, loving meeting some amazing people through blogging, I’ve got potential crazily exciting plans for March next year, I’ve got my health, my family around me, and the promise of a glass of wine on Friday night.

Let’s be fair, we all love to have a busy social life and to know we’re going out every evening with friends or our boyfriend, but I’m now at the stage where, so what if I spend Saturday curled up on the sofa with my mum and a packet of biscuits. And who cares if I don’t have plans on a Thursday evening….I’d much rather lie in the bath with a facemask reviewing products for you lovely people :) 

So yes, while I’d love to find someone one day that ticks all the boxes (not an easy job let me tell you…there’s a LOT of boxes to tick) I’m not going to get caught up in the moment and spend all my time stressing in a ‘WHY WON’T HE CALL ME’ type state. And to be honest, it’s only in the last month that I’ve realised this and been able to go ‘never mind then’. This chilling out and enjoying life business is actually quite fun! If I want to lie in bed all day on a Sunday with wine flu from the night before then I will. And if I want to go on the odd date with a guy then why the hell not. (I think the word I’m looking for is liberating?!)

In regards to the previously mentioned latest guy, I may see him again, I may not. I don’t need a boyfriend to validate my life, I’ve gone this long without one so I can pretty safely say I’ll be fine. If all else fail’s I’ll just go by my lifelong saying that the only way to get over one man is to get unde..…..Oh no wait sorry I mean ‘plenty more fish in the sea’ LOL ;)