WTF

Over the last few weeks while in the midst of a few drunken escapes I met two seemingly nice men.

I met the first guy while I was heading home after having a few drinks with friends. He kept me company while I was on what seemed to be the longest bus journey home. As a courtesy for keeping me entertained throughout the ride, I slipped him my number before getting off the bus.

I met the second guy as I stumbled home a few weeks later. He saw that I was unsteady and he ran to my aid. He walked me to my doorstep which I thought was really kind, and then, as a courtesy, I slipped him my number before entering my house.

Over the past few weeks tweedle dee and tweedle dumb have been blowing up my freaking phone non-stop and leaving me psychotic messages because I won't answer their calls.

Recently tweedle dee has gotten a bit more clever and has started called me from an unknown number.

Since when did guys you randomly gave your number to actually start calling?

And more importantly, why is it that guys that you actually want to call never do?

A Litte Bit Too Ordinary...

Boy, I've really missed blogging. But I must admit, that my life hasn't exactly been the most blog-worthy of as late.

I constantly moaned about my former place of employment, but somehow I have now found myself doing the dreaded 9 to 5. I've been working like a robot for nearly a month and just don't know if I'm really cut out for routines, and normalcy and predictability.

I'm still hanging out with the fossil and I really like him, but is it really possible for me to be in a relationship with a man in his 40's?

I've been out on dates with a few others but no one substantial enough to blog about.

My life has been a little bit too quiet for a little bit too long, so expect for me to shake things up real soon...

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

The lack of a willing photographer has absolutely thwarted my blogging efforts, but I think I've found a solution to this problem.

Here's a quick recap of the last month or two:

• Prince and I are platonic


• I've been out on dates with a slew of men but most of them were complete idiots and either fall into the Douchebag or Cuntface category


• I wriggled my way into the Punchbowl with my good friend Red Hot and rubbed elbows with Justin Timberlake and Guy Ritchie who was surprisingly a hot piece of ass


• I spontaneously quit my ridiculously lame job yesterday and am left with less than a month to find a suitable replacement

Although I 've dated a few unsuitable men there are now 2 characters in my love life. “The Fossil” plays the lead while "Junior" plays a supporting role.

The Fossil is a 41 year old “entrepreneur,” who is handsome, funny, smart and ridiculously smooth.

Junior is a 23 year old aspiring financial tycoon who moonlights as a bartender. He is handsome and sweet, and has a certain sense of innocence that I find quite endearing.

I'm absolutely rubbish when it comes to work and dating so it'll be interesting to see how everything progresses in the next few weeks...

Perhaps There Is A Light At The End Of The Tunnel....

Last week was hard. I was homesick, bleeding, and growing increasingly disillusioned with my London adventure.

This week has gotten off to an unusual start and somethings happened that's given me a little glimmer of hope...

What If...

Earlier this week I met up with the lovely M.R. and her hubby for dinner. M.R is a good friend I made during my brief stint at law school a few years ago.

Since I ditched law school and became some sort of aimless wanderer, I've often wondered if leaving was the right decision.

Instead of taking the safe route and having a life filled with predictability and stability, I opted for a life filled, with adventure, heartbreak, and unpredictability.

I sort of envy the organically beautiful relationship M.R. and her hubby have, and how grown up and put together she seems, but perhaps that's just not the sort of life I'm destined for. Perhaps, I'm destined for a bit more...

*What a pretty picture, kudos to me for laying off the booze that night and being a respectable young woman..

Sometimes Honesty is the Best Policy

When Roma returned to London last week, I really wanted to tell him that it was over, but I was too chicken and met up with him for drinks instead.

He sent me several desperate texts the following week including one that read “are you alive?

I ignored his texts as well as his sporadic phone calls for nearly a week and hoped that he would get the hint.

On Thursday, while I was at work chatting it up with one of my colleagues I caught a glimpse of Roma's desperately longing face and I quickly hid behind a piece of furniture.

That night he called me and I decided that it was time to tell him the truth, and I did. His response was “Nadia, you are a crazy girl, you call me when you want to hang out.”

I haven't heard from Roma since.I know that I undoubtedly hurt his feelings but, I'm really proud of myself for being honest with him.

I think I've finally realized that although dodging phone calls and hiding behind furniture may seem like the easy solution, sometimes it's better to just confront things head on.

*Update, apparently Roma didn't understand that he was dumped because yesterday he sent me a text that read "Nadia, r u busy this week."

*This is my new favorite song and it is dedicated to two ZERO's; Roma and Cuntface.

So Neglectful...

I have been quite neglectful with this blog. My apologies.

I started this blog to document my life and I have been doing myself a great disservice by failing to update it.

Posted above is the only picture I've taken in the last two weeks and it pretty much sums up my nighttime activities in London.

Expect more regular and perhaps even more insightful posts in the coming weeks.

*Please disregard my use of sunglasses indoors

Blogger's Block?

Not much going on this week but here goes:

• Work sucks
• Job hunting sucks even more
• I'm starting to look a bit porky so I'm going to go easy on the pints and late night snacks
• Prince is still pleasant
• Roma is currently out of town and has no idea that he's going to get axed when he returns
• I recently joined Twitter, but don't have a fancy phone so it's kind of pointless

Dazed and Confused

Yesterday was Prince's birthday. We rang in the momentous occasion by heading to one of his favorite eats where we chowed down on BBQ'd goodies and drank some booze with a few of his closest pals.

Prince and I have practically been inseparable for the past few weeks and I've come to realize that I undoubtedly have amorous feelings for him, but I'm not exactly sure where things are headed...

In other news, I've still occasionally been hanging out with Roma. I'm pretty sure that I don't have any amorous feelings for him and I think that I just might have to confess this to him--soon.

I'm Not A Girl....

Roma and I met up for drinks the other day. Whilst the alcohol flowed we reminisced about old times and things to come. But, as I expected there were no fireworks-at least not on my end.

Roma was unboubtedly smitten with my appearance for he said "you no longer look like girl, you look like woman." He proceeded to lean in for a kiss on several occasions throughout the night but I just wasn't having it.

Perhaps my disinterest in Roma stems from my new interest in Prince...

Settling In

The last two weeks have been an emotional roller coaster. I'm incredibly excited to be embarking on a new adventure in an amazing city but I'm also missing my loved ones back in New York tremendously.

I've been seeing an awful lot of Prince since my arrival, and he has truly been key in helping me settle back into London life.

Earlier this week, I bumped into Roma, a guy from Italy that I dated back in 2007 and subsequently dumped in a horrible, horrible, way when Cuntface and I became exclusive.

Roma was always super sweet, super attentive, and super fun to hang out with and I'm quite remorseful about the messy manner with which I handled things back in 2007.

So imagine my surprise when he asked to meet up for drinks...

I'm Back, Bitches!

Life has kind of gotten in the way of blogging lately. But yesterday, BFF kindly reminded that I haven't blogged in over 15 days, so I'm pleased to report that as of today I will resume blogging regularly!


Since I last blogged I:

• Headed back to London


• Started working


• Went on my first real date with London Guy whom I shall now refer to as Prince and


• Wore pants

Yep, Still No Pants

I've been meaning to post something new for quite some time, but so much has been going on in my life it's been hard for me decipher what I should or should not blog about.

The following were most noteworthy:

• I said a final goodbye to NY (mentioned here, here ,here, and here) who taught me so much about life, love, and happiness.
• I realized that my hatred for Cuntface was affecting my relationships with men in a really negative way so I decided to let some of the anger go.
• I'm ready to start a new chapter in my life which will commence upon my arrival back to...London!

*Adieu NY, my life is forever changed because of you--but in all sorts of awesome ways xxx

Still Pantsless

It's still ridiculously cold in New York and snowing, but yet I'm still not wearing pants.

I met up with the lovely AP for drinks again yesterday and we got far more buzzed that we did last time.

I thoroughly enjoyed bitching about love and life with her and it's nice to know she's just as clueless about what lies ahead as I am.

2 wonderfully suitable 20 somethings single in New York City without equally wonderful suitable suitors, why?

Practically Platonic

Today NY and I finally got around to having dinner. The dinner conversation was nice albeit a bit forced. It certainly felt really nice to be in his company again but tonight I realized that we were destined to be no more than platonic friends.

It's always kind of sad when you realize that a part of your relationship with someone that was really good is officially over.

NY and I have never had a bad moment together and I reckon we never will.

At the end of the night he walked me to the subway where we shared a really nice, not so platonic kiss and headed our separate ways.

INSOMNIA

So as I've mentioned before, I have something really big planned for next month. My preoccupation with how it all work out has left me absolutely restless and I haven't managed to get a good nights sleep in weeks.

Things do slowly seem to be falling into place though, and I'm really excited about what's ahead.

*London guy may have redeemed himself. I will closely monitor his behavior and keep you updated.

Hmmm...

This week has been boring as fuck.

Today I dragged BFF and Mommy out to our nearest MAC supplier with the intention of splurging on some uneccesary cosmetics. After trying out of few shades of this and that I later decided that I much prefer my face, fresh -faced.

So, London guy who I mentioned here and here and here may not be as lovely as I thought. He may perhaps even be, shall I say--douchebaggy and this will undoubtedly thrust him into platonic territory.

If I've learned anything from my unfortunate relationship with Cuntface it's to run as fast as possible when a guy starts to exhibit douchebage like tendencies.

I'm still listing things on Ebay, so be sure to check it out.

Just Chillin'

Because I'm currently unemployed I have lots of free time on my hands.

Today was a brisk 23 degrees but somehow I decided it was the perfect day for me to rediscover my love of skating.

After about a 1/2 hour outside the frostbite started to set in on my fingertips and I quickly decided to skate my ass home.

I've really been taking it easy since Saturday's unfortunate incident but I reckon things will become more interesting in the coming weeks.

I've posted a few things on Ebay and, will continue to do so daily for the next 2 weeks so make sure you check it out!

Hall of Shame

I had big expectations for last night. But, I pre-boozed too hard and ended up being too drunk to partake in the festivities.

I'm getting too old for this.

What's most distressing is that my hair and makeup were perfect. What a waste!

Tired and Uninspired

Since I last blogged I started a new job and quit it. Probably not the best way to start the new year.

Yesterday I met up with the lovely AP and had a few drinks. The last time I saw AP I was a free spirit living in London and had just started hooking up with Cuntface, my how things have changed.

I'm starting to realise that next months big plan is going to be a lot more difficult to achieve than I anticipated, but ,where there's a will there's a way, right?

Taking it Easy

This weekend was ridiculously mellow. No booze, no boys, and no fags.

I have a lot on my plate so I'll be quite the busy little bee.

Expect lots of Ebay listings and sporadic posting in the coming weeks.