The Search for "Happy Ever After".

I'm not ashamed to admit that this week Adele has been on full blast, followed by Taylor Swift. I've eaten mountains of chocolate and been selective in who I speak to - choosing to weep in my own self pity.... The reason?

It's obvious isn't it, there's only one reason someone would listen to that many sad songs on repeat and eat that much chocolate when she is trying to be healthy and that reason is a boy!!!! 

I am a self confessed "Heart on my sleeve" sort of girl, and I've always liked that about myself. Until now, this week after a disastrous date (the less said about it the better) I have decided that wearing my heart on my sleeve is the worst thing ever. It's like being Alice in Wonderland and following the White Rabbit into the hole. Your head is telling you that this is a ridiculous idea but your heart... your heart is tugging you into the hole, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. 

You know all the right things to say when someone else is going through the same thing, but when it comes to you and your love life you do a brilliant impression of an ostrich, you bury your head in the sand so that you don't hear the advice your friends are giving you.

You just don't want to hear them utter those AWFUL, AWFUL words... "He's Just Not That Into You!” Those words rip through your romantic heart and tear all of your daydreams in two; you’d rather believe that he’s busy/ ill or missing in dating action than face the truth that he just isn’t that into you.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who knows without a doubt that my friends are right, but just can’t shake the feeling that this boy will be the one, the Prince Charming that Disney has been promising ever since I watched Sebastian and the other sea creatures surround Ariel and Eric and sing “Kiss the Girl”?

Well , this week I have been doing my best ever Ostrich impersonation, and have been refusing to listen to my friends very sensible advice (sorry friends) instead choosing to wallow in my own self pity, sit in my onesie and eat chocolate (which really does not help at all!!!)

It’s just today after waking up and reading T’s lovely post about kissing frogs that I have FINALLY come to my senses. I have the most wonderful friends and family, I have a laughter filled life that I absolutely cherish. So why dear Single Girls would I waste it looking round corners for Prince Charming, I've come to realise that a guy isn't going to change my life in the slightest, I will still have my friends and family and I will still be laughing, so why waste time searching for this happily ever after for my, when I have a Happy Present?

I've decided that for now I won’t chase that Happy Ever After, I will let it chase me....

Lots of Love J xxxxx

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!