MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Friday 21 December 2007

From all of us (yes that would just be me then) at Simply Me! I won't have time to post in the next few days - I have so many things on. I'm going home to spend Christmas with my family which is going to be awesome. I'm really really excited and can't wait to see everyone so I'm counting the hours until I leave work today.

Hope you all have a lovely Christmas and a great New Year and I'll see you back here in 2008 with more stories about my Christmas do's and New Year's Eve party.

Yes I am drunk in this photo and yes this is a stolen reeth from the front door.

MR FRANKLY

Thursday 13 December 2007

Mr Frankly and I met in a bar in Chelsea. Mr Frankly is awfully awfully posh. To be honest, I was hammered and I could vaguely remember that he was tall and blonde. So when he sent me a text the next day saying that I was a delight and he'd love to meet up with me before he heads off to Africa for 3 weeks, I felt a bit guilty and pretended I knew exactly who he was. He seemed funny from his texts and we arranged to meet up after work the following Wednesday, provided that I didn't wear denim of any description. Curious.

The meet point was outside the Ritz and there a I stood for a few minutes until this blonde, foppish man bounded up to me. "Dahling hello! *cheek kisses* utter pleasure to see you again." I didn't remember him being so very posh. "Right, yes, well, I wasn't really too sure where to take you for a few drinks so if it's alright with you, I thought we'd go to my club, hence the reason I said no denim, the club has a dress code." Yes of course that's fine I say. I'm still a bit dazed by this whirlwind of public shool boy poshness.

Those who know me know I have a soft spot for posh boys but this was my first time meeting one - in real life. He's very good looking, about 6ft, very blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair swept back.

We arrive at Mr Frankly's club it turns out to be a private members club and the door staff take my coat and my bag. I guess I must've been rubbish at concealing my worry at being parted with my bag because Mr Frankly assures me personal items like that go into the safe.

We were led into the Drawing Room (false advertising, there were no crayons or paper in sight) and I assume I must be dreaming as it's like being on the set for an adaptation of a Jane Austin novel. There are big high backed chairs and paintings everywhere, the ceiling is ridiculously high and there are about 12 chandeliers in the room. I suddenly feel very very out of place. There are a handful of other posh people sitting in grouped chairs around the room. They're going to know I'm not posh I think. I will be pelted with vegetables by their help. Eep.

Mr Frankly leads me to the window where there are two big chairs and a coffee table. We sit down and a waiter comes over immediately with a silver bowl of Japanese rice crackers and asks what we would like to drink. Mr Frankly leans over to me and says "Dahling, the champagne cocktails here are superb, shall I order us some?" I nod my head and smile in a demure way and sit down with my back straight. Oh yes, I am sooo blending in. My Next shirt and River Island pencil skirt could surely pass as 'designer' and will fool them all into thinking I actually shop at Versace and Prada.

The cocktails arrive and Mr Frankly and I chat away. He slowly reminds me of someone and it isn't until he says 'Gosh, I am awfully sorry about my cough. You see my sister, she is at university and she is staying at mine for a few nights until she moves in with her student friends and one of them came over last night and they decided to smoke some.." at this point he edges closer toward me, places his hand on my knee and whispers "marijuana" I try desperatley not to dissolve into a fit of giggles and having sunk 2 champagne cocktails it's a job an a half. "Anyway, I decided to try some and now I have the ruddy cough" He's only Tim nice but dim!

After two more cocktails we decide to get food. "The pool bar do fantastic gastropub food" I am told. So we go downstairs to the pool and sit at the bar. For the rest of the evening I laugh to myself at how if anything were to develop between us, it would be very interesting introducing him to my friends.

Pip pip! Capital! Capital!

MR FACEBOOK

Wednesday 12 December 2007

I get quite a few pokes, friend requests and messages from random guys on Facebook. Normally I reject the friend requests and messages but there are a couple which I have accepted because they look pretty hot in their photos (whattt? I'm a red blooded female!) and they've amused me in messages. I have met up with one person before who added me randomly via Facebook and he is a really good friend now. So I thought, what would be the harm in meeting another?

Mr Facebook came across my FB profile via a friend in common. He sent me a friend request and as he looked quite dishy I added him. We then messaged eachother for a while and it moved to emailing. He had good email banter and I enjoyed chatting to him. He finally took the plunge and told me he found me very attractive and would I fancy a cheeky drink sometime.

As we were getting on so well I agreed and we begun making plans on where, when etc. The next day he emailed me asking how I was and was I working hard - all the normal enquiries. I responded and then got a very odd email back. Mr Facebook said 'I know it is just a drink but I don't know if you are single or not, I thought I would let you know that I am not'. Hmmm. Surely I hadn't read the situation completely wrong and thought that he wanted to meet me with a hope that if we get on things may progress to snoggage and later possible bedroom antics when actually he just wanted to be friends. I re-read all our emails and consulted my life coach Mel (she's not my actual life coach - I'm not American - she's my darling Irishy pal) and there was definite insinuation of a fancying me nature from his part.

So I emailed him back saying that his email was very odd and I'm quite confused. He responded by asking me why I was confused. Err helloooo!? So I explained that he had implied that he was attracted to me and I had presumed that our meeting for a drink was not because he wanted to have sleepovers of the doing eachother's make up and giggling about boys kind. He replied by saying yes it was pretty obvious he fancied me and he apologised for not telling me he had a girlfriend and that he did want to meet with me in the hope of snoggage and possible bedroom antics.

I was genuinely dumbfounded. I asked him why he thought I would want to meet him when I knew he had a girlfriend. He said that many other girls had not been bothered about that fact. I then asked him why he was in a relationship if he was messing around with other girls. He responded with quite a frank response (normally you get the 'my wife/gf doesn't understand me spiel) of - 'I love my girlfriend and we have been together for a long time but I find other girls attractive and I want to be with other girls too'. I ended things by saying 'Basically you want your cake and to eat it too. Well I'm afraid the only cake you'll be getting is the sponge variety'.

He then emailed me and said he was really disappointed as he thinks I am really hot and have fantastic chat and to get in touch if I change my mind.

He puts the 'lewd' in deluded. Hee hee. Bring it on - gotta love that film.

RETURN OF THE MACK

Tuesday 11 December 2007

I'm officially back. The blog has been spruced and the archives finally sorted thanks to a certain computer whizz.

I have a couple of posts ready and raring to go but as you don't know what the hell I've been up to for the last 5 months I thought it may be best to write introductory posts for the memorable guys I have dated recently.

There have been many boys, some I've met just the once, others I am still dating of sorts etc etc.

So until the first of these introductory posts makes an appearance, I need suggestions for new material incase I stop meeting freaks (very unlikely btw) so let me know what you would like me to write about in my little comment box. It's very nice there.

I WANT YOU BACK FOR GOOD.

Monday 3 December 2007

First it was Take That, then the Backstreet Boys, then the Spice Girls, then Boyzone and now, yes now, Simply Me has reformed. Oh yes!

Internet has finally been installed at my new pad and a modem is in the post as we speak and winging its way to South West London.

This all means that very very soon a new revamped site will be up and my antics over the last few months will be posted for your reading pleasure. Excited? Of course you are!

Now I need to figure out what the hell has happened to my comments. If I didn't get free hosting - I would be writing a very stern letter.