I Dream A Dream....

I've recently come to describing a certain person, in my head, as dreamy.
(May I clearly point out, I'm calling them dreamy in my head- The person is not in my head).

I see his face and I literally swoon. I don't even know how to describe the act of swooning... Perhaps as a mix of swooping and groaning?

But dreamy? What point in madness must a girl be at when she's calling a guy, American Style, 'Dreamy'?

Maybe it means that I've had a brain-transplant with Barbie? And don't get me wrong, I love Barbie. I have her as a friend on FB, she's lovely. But that's how she describes Ken.

Maybe it means he's the guy for me? Or maybe it's just lust. I don't think I've been in lust for a long time...

OR, maybe it's that, finally, after all this time, I've actually lost my marbles.


Yup, that seems more likely.

Mars? Venus? Maybe Just Earth?

Men are easy creatures to figure out. I think where people, women, go wrong is that they (women) over-complicate them (men).

I mean really, I think the only frustrating thing is that sometimes I know what a man's thinking before even he realises it. Then it becomes tricky.

In all though, I find 'I thought so' a better phrase than 'I told you so'.
No one likes this phrase. No one wants to be under the impression that someone else thinks they can run your life better than you. (Although, let's face it, as an outsider, things are so much easier!)

Yes, wouldn't things be easier if there was a part of you that could see it from the outside. Truly see it. Not any of this 'What would I do if someone else was in this situation'. No. Proper outside perspective.

But then again, I'm not so sure I like the thought of telling myself 'I thought so.' Ignoring someone else is one thing but yourself?

Perhaps that's really why men and women are thought to be parts of a whole. You need someone else to tell you 'I thought so!'


P.S. Dear readers. I'm sorry for my lack of inspiration. My single-girl self has been lost in a relationship. I thought I could keep up the pretence but unfortunately, like my cleavage, this is one thing I can't fake. I promise to do better if you give me another chance. Madison.

Oh QVC, My Friend....

With my exciting day I'm basking in the warmth in my living room with lots of tea. And watching QVC.

Yep. my life is so exciting that I seek QVC for amusement.
Birkenstock show. In my opinion Birkenstock's are the most unattractive shoe in the world. After those hideous rubber clog creations; Crocks.

The model has a short big toe. Her other toes are shooting off into a different shoe size. It's really disturbing for me to watch. Like, so bad that you're compelled to watch?

I have this longing desire to go to Paris and smoke long, thin cigarettes...

One Potato, Two Potato.... Potato's? I Was Talking About Men.....

I'm beginning to think that my love life is destined to be disastrous.

After holding out for the one man who makes me tingle, you know, the one you think might be the one of all ones, things take a dip...

Just as I'm becoming acclimatised to the idea of Mr Tingle being no more than an illusion, a mere mirage in the desert so-to-speak, well, of course! Suddenly everything becomes more complicated than trying to understand a family tree on Jeremy Kyle.

That's right, another man comes along....

And he... he makes me swoon... Yes, like a princess in a fairytale. Or, a more modern version; like a girl finding a gentleman who holds doors open for her and such. (Yes, this is my weak spot- someone with old fashioned manners) (Can I live in the 50's please?)

So, this guy, he's like Mr Sparkle. He is more than a shining star. He is beautiful, like the North Star in some kind of other-worldly, religious symbolism, angel way.

'What's the problem?!' I hear you say.  'You've got another man, a wonderful one, everything worked out!'

Well, let me tell you, I wouldn't be writing about all this if everything had 'worked out'.
No, because just as I start to think that, guess what happens?

Oh yes! Mr Tingle comes bounding straight back into my life with more charm and gentleman-like qualities than I've seen in years.

And quite simply, I have no idea what to do.

So, there's no nice end point to this entry because, well, who knows what's going to happen? (Please, if someone knows, tell me!)
As they say in American; 'Stay Tuned!'

My friends have started to note that I've been single a long time. They want me to fall in love. Bless.

Equal??

This picture spurred me on a long thought train.


When I first saw it I kind of wanted to be amused by it, as it is kinda true.However, I also wanted to be offended by it, it's almost like it's saying 'It doesn't matter what the hell we do, it'll never be right for womankind.'

It’s strange because sexism isn’t about being the dominant sex, it’s about equality.


I do wonder though, how can this ever be achieved?


There’s no such thing as equality in some parts of life between male and females;
Only females can get pregnant. This is one huge imbalance that can’t be changed. And even if we could choose who carries the baby, someone is still on a different platform regardless of whether it’s the male or female.


With relation to this image I believe that when it comes to love, lust, romance, sex, there is never true equality. In lust and definitely sex, it’s a constant power struggle.

Even when a couple marry and ‘balance’ each other. They’re still not truly equal are they?
We compliment each other and essentially become a yin-yang, seperate but as one.


I just think true equality is a ridiculous and impossible dream.

Men and women are not the same, we do not think the same and we are physically not the same.