He's just not that into you....

      Wow! I've just started reading "He's just not that into you" by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo and it is pretty harsh on the single girl feelings.
It is a brilliant, brilliant book, but a bit of a slap in the face for us girls who have been hopelessly chasing love.
I've completed 2 chapters so far and already 3 men I've dated have come up!!!
Reading the book kind of leads me to ask the question "What am I doing wrong?" and "Where do I have to go to find the guy that will be into me?"
I guess only "Guru Greg" has the answers, so it's on to chapter 3 for more whincing because the truth really does hurt.
I'll let you know how I get on and just what I find out!
Lots of Love. xxx

Valentine's Night !!

So after an absolutely perfect “Single Girls Valentines Day” (see the below blog), we moved swiftly to my flat where we started to get ready.

Perfect start to the evening, got ready, drank some wine and looked (even if we say so ourselves!) really bloomin’ gorgeous!! (We have even been told today how fit we looked in pictures so it must be true! haha)

We headed to a well know chain of Irish bar, which was full of couples. But we didn’t mind, we were just grabbing one cheap drink and then we were out of there ready to meet our Prince Charming.

After the yummy rose wine (so yummy we tweeted about it) we grabbed a cab into town. The cab driver charmed us with his chat pulling the old “I can’t believe two lovely girls like you are single” line on us. And we left the cab feeling glam and ready to party hard with all the other single people in London.

It was at this point that our day took a nose dive, face first into the floor. We met up with a good friend ( who is not actually single but was alone for the night) and headed to one of our favourite bars.

After grabbing our first drink (cocktails all round) we quickly surveyed the bar and it was filling up nicely. It was after our second trip to the bar that we started to notice things weren’t quite right.

The man behind me started shouting “I’ll take the blame for you, I’ll take every last bit of blame for you.” I turned and asked “Who are you – Bruno Mars.” It was at this point that I smelt it, that over whelming stench of beer farts (they absolutely stink). After laughing at the fact that his fart stank, I chatted to the men (one was wearing a suit and carrying a man bag that was hand-sewn together and the other a turtle neck jumper – i think that they had a bit of a bro-mance going on!).  When I joined the others, they told me it stank of farts (the smell was so bad that it had gone from the bar all the way across to our table!!)

Great Start to the night, getting farted at and not even offered a drink as a consolation!

It was after the first incident that we started to realise that all was not right within the bar, when we started to properly look around (sobering up quickly!!) we noticed just what an odd bunch of people there were in the bar.

Firstly we had the boy band rejects, about 70% of the male population in the bar looked as if not even Louis Walsh would want them in his category. There were girls who were wearing leisure yoga pants and trainers and dancing in an off beat fashion. A 4ft Guy dancing with a 7ft Girl and our favourite of the night 70's Style tuxedo wearing guy ( complete with bow tie and crazy hair) dancing in our space, like he had never danced before !! Our friend said it best 'its honestly like we have an extra from every type of film in here.'

It was literally as if a full moon had just occurred right outside the bar. Not one person was trying to make conversation, instead they were simple running around the dance floor in crab style fashion attempting to grope as many people as possible.

Needless to say the three of us escaped to the safe haven of the Golden Arches! And as we sat there with our Big Macs and Cokes we pondered the night’s craziness, with all of us declaring that it was beyond a joke!

It did however lead me to ask the question just how far in our really high (and by this time painful) heels did we have to walk to find the Prince Charming we are looking for!

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is traditionally a day feared by all single people. So this year we decided to embrace it.


We took a day away from the "Single Girl" Office, to indulge in a girly day as Best Friends.


Our day began, where everyday should, with breakfast. Coffee and croissant in hand we made our way over to the Mecca of all Jewelry stores. (Get it?!?! Breakfast @ Tiffany's.)
The only downside to shopping there, was when we stumbled without realising into the engagement ring section and had to quickly back out of the room as the loved-up couples were being handed champagne!!

While walking down Bond Street, we had to stop and watch in disbelief as men queued for the florist stall. Their foreheads clammy with sweat, anxiously checking the time before they had to be back in the office, the poor florist couldn't work fast enough the roses were quite literally flying out of the shop faster than you could say "I Love You." I mean really boys, the 14th had been advertised for at least 3 weeks, and you leave it till the last minute.


Another thing that was really making us laugh was all the single males that were about in the street, trying to make eye contact with any female in a desperate last ditched attempt to get a "Valentine". (COMING SOON: our blog all about how males struggle with certain days of the year.)


From here we continued in "Pretty Woman" fashion to the rest of the shops on Bond Street. We dreamed of orange alligator skin bags in Aspreys, and argued over whether we would buy shoes from Gina's or Jimmy Choo (we finally settled on Louboutin).


In true tragic Single Girl style we decided that the next logical step was to try on as many ball gowns as possible. So we made our way to Oxford Street, where we filled our arms with silks and sequins.

After being like Katherine Heigl in "27 dresses" (but not as glamourous) we were very hungry Single Girls.


Lunch consisted of yummy sandwiches and putting the world to rights. Once our bellies were full and universal order was restored, we headed back home with arms full of shopping, heads full of gossip and hearts full of love.


Being single on Valentine's Day doesn't have to be  hard as long as you have good friends around you!


Lots of Love, 
The Single Girls