Monday, 5 September 2011

Filling up some space!

Hey folks; I know I've already done one little random post this week but I thought I'd do another just to give some rundown on me, what I like/dislike and boring information like that, cause I'm in the mood for blogging but I'm too angry at the minute to discuss what will be my next post. Some people are just bum heads.

This is me;


No doubt I had a drink in one hand, as it was taken at my SU bar (y)

- Cows
- Amaretto
- My bed

- Coleslaw
- Early mornings
- Playing it cool

I know this is a bit of a naff post, but if you wanna ask questions, have suggestions for the site or just wanna have a natter, comment in the space below or email Or you could try my twitter.

I quite like it when people do 'ask the blogger' bits. (I've spent all day watching ItsKingsleyBitch answering questions on YouTube).

Also, one last thing. Remember the polls at the side of the blog - please vote if you can and if you have any suggestions on how you want the blog to look, comment away (:

Sunday, 4 September 2011


Well I'm sorry for being quiet with the posts for the past few days, but it's that time again when I need to move back to Uni and so all my stuff is.. well.. all over my new room and I'm trying to sort out everything and look for a job before my lectures start up again (and before freshers week, where I'll be too hungover to do anything important).

I just thought I'd drop a post to give boring updates of what I've been doing and to let you all know that I haven't given up on the blog. Expoect a proper post in the next couple of days.

Also - I was thinking of changing the look of the blog cause I think it looks a bit shabby. I hate how the polls look at the side! If you have any suggestions or want something included in the new layout, please contact me through email or comments.


Thursday, 25 August 2011

Baby. Baby. Baby - oooh!

No. I do not like Justin Beiber but I have had that song in my head all day now - which leads me onto my next blog post - da dada daaaaa.

Do you have a cutesy 'pet' name that you get called by your other half/friends, or do you have one for someone special?

I ask because I've never been one to assign lovely people cutesy names cause I always feel like a bit of a boob calling them it - I always think some are a bit cringeworthy. Like 'darling'. If I were to have someone call me that, I would feel middle aged, cause I always get the vision in my head of a married couple. Then there's stuff like 'angel' and 'sugar'. They all seem a bit forced and naff.

Like I said I'm a bit awkward when it comes to calling people little names here and there. People in my life tend to end up being called 'beast', 'beasty' or 'fool'. I thinj I show my affection by teasing slightly? Or something ridiculous like that.

But then I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like little names that I've been called in the past. 'Babe' and 'baby' are winners with many, but I absolutely love the little pet names like 'flower' and 'love' - I think they're dead cute, even if it is coming from an old man you've made friends with at the bus stop, ahaa!

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Reader's Poll - What part of your body do you like the most?

Hullo! So I've finally gotten around to using the results from the poll that has been running for the past couple of weeks. In the future, if you wanna vote on a poll just have a gander at the side of the blog - there'll always be one kicking about somewhere.

So this blog was about body parts, cause I'm always curious about what parts of their body people love the most. People could vote more than once, so I'm not gonna get all technical and use percentages and stuff.. cause I will get confused :l Here were the choices!

- Eyes
- Legs
- Bum
- Lips
- Feet
- Tummy
- Boobies
- Other

The highest scoring was eyes, which I voted for too :P I rly love my eyelashes though - weirdly it's the first thing I notice about anyone who I meet cause some people have beasty long eyelashes and I'm just like o: Flase eyelashes are just a no though :l In second place was lips which I was surprised at! Why do people like their lips? Some people have really full lovely lips but then I also like peole who have thin lips? My top lip is pretty much non-existent! Third highest was legs, which was also one of my choices! I have quite chunky legs (feed the world thighs, I call them!) but then I quite like that. Yeah, they wobble but they're also relatively shapely.. It's just a bit more of a challenge to get them into skinny jeans.

Nobody voted for boobies or bums! Why?!

And then we had a couple of 'others', mainly being along the lines of - I LIKE NOTHING! Well, all I can say about that is you probably have a lot of lovely parts of your body that people are jealous of, so you should learn to love them.

I'll be sticking another blog at the side, along with the 'playing it cool' one, so get voting and we'll have another reader's poll post in a couple of weeks. Keep your comments coming, you beauts.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

It's a dog's life..

I always used to think that dogs only worked at getting the ladies - provided it was cute, small and non-yappy. Well my friends, it is time for me to prove that theory wrong. Well... kind of..

I have a Jack Russell. A small, cute dog - sadly, she is very yappy and highly annoying at times, but sometimes her cuteness wins (and the fact that she has a black line at the side of each eye that makes her look like Amy Winehouse). But anyway, I am often left with the walking duties when I come back from Uni and on many occassions this has caused me to stumble across the more handsome dog walkers - unlike those who are sadly cursed to look like their pets.

When we first got Millie (that's my dog), she was a beast when it came to walking and kept running home from the field in front of our house. I was walking her and happened to see another Jack Russell walker - and became slightly besotted for a milisecond - and so sped up a little to see if I could strike up a conversation (yes, I was thinking about the storyline of 101 Dalmations..). But as I sped up, disaster struck and I dropped the lead, prompting Millie to have a sudden burst of energy at the prospect of freedom and leg it towards home/the other Jack Russell. Now, I am definitely not fit but ran anyway shouting and cursing at the dog which then caught the attention of the Jack Russell walker who caught her - which is fantastic! I had a lovely opportunity to strike up a conversation here and it had happened by accident!

Apart from the fact that I was puffing and panting, my face was red and I was probably a bit sweaty too (like I said, I am not fit). Taking the lead and muttering thanks, I stormed off cursing the dog only to see that the other dog and it's owner livd across the road from me. Now, I very rarely take the dog for a walk.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Beauty & the Beast?

Some scientists, psychologists and completely bafoons have come to the conclusion - after tests, quizzes and studies, of course - that if we as women want a lovely healthy, happy relationship... we should date an ugly man. Yes, my friends, that is the word that was used. Check out this article from Fox (the study was actually from The Journal of Family Psychology).

It suggests that women don't particularly care too much about appearance, but just want to make sure that they will be able to reproduce with their mate. I beg your pardon? (Okay, this sounds like it's gonna turn into yet another sexist revolt post - I promise it will be the last!) It says that men look for 'youth, health and phsical attractiveness'.. cough, cough - what a surprise.

But if you're the 'ugly' man in the relationship (or at least less attractive than your partner), what you're going to think is; 'Oh I'm so lucky they picked me'.

I would hate to feel like that.

There is no such thing as ugly because as the old lovely little saying goes; 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. I find many people attractive that some people would be like WHOA. I mean, my stepmum once said she thought Stephen Segal (is that how you spell his name?) was a reet sexy beast. By this point, I was promptly vomitting on the dog. But then when I said I loved Philip Schofield, she mocked me for it.

Everyone is attracted to different people and you probably don't think that you're the most attractive in the relationship, because being together is being all equal and stuff (:

Which brings me on to how people have 'types'. At which point, I think - do I even have a type? It makes me sound so easy! But I'm rly not! (I don't think I am anyway...) A big thing for me is a sense of humour and I mean a 'so many moments where I almost wet my knickers while I'm laughing' sense of humour. And facial hair is good ;)

So that was my last feminist post for a long time! I'm feelin' good - got a few posts lined up. Please vote on the polls at the side of the blog and also;

Do you have a weird celebrity/non-celebrity crush?

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Not to sound sexist..

But I think men generally have it better when it comes to affairs of the 'heart'. Okay, so those apostrophe's made it sound a little bit sexist..

On the Daily Mail website today, there was an article which was based around a forty-something year old's blog. It's really touching and sad, and she talks all about the struggles she faces on the romance front due to her being over forty. Bless her heart, she really seems quite down and I just think WHY? Before I go on, if you wanna check out her blog (which I'll be sticking in my blogroll as well) just click here.

A lot of people say that age doesn't matter (obviously if it's under legal age, it does matter - let's not be too hasty) and I don't think it does either. From the amazingly sparse line of boys that I've been associated with - for short or.. well, short amounts of time - they've been either a couple of years or at one point seven years older than me (not that they acted it, like..). My view is that I think most of the time I act older than I do - middle aged? - so I don't feel uncomfortable at all with the age difference. But for a woman to be made to feel like because she's a certain age she isn't.. desireable or attractive or just a pleasure to be around, I think this is a load of bull.

Men can just wander out and grab a girl 15 years younger than them, pretty much with just a snap of their fingertips. I mean;

- Most seem to get more handsome with age (GEORGE CLOONEY!!)
- They stay fertile until they die! How unfair is that, when women have to go through the menopause. (No, I'm not gonna go into that minefield just yet!)

But for a woman to go out and end up being with a man almost any years their junior, then they're branded a 'cougar', 'cradle snatcher', or they've got a 'toyboy'. This attitude is passed down too 'cause I know that I feel a little weird at the thought of my other half being just one week younger than me. Which is ridiculous.

I've gone off on a bit of a rant now, and lost my train of thought so I'll end this with a final thought, like Jerry Springer. Post your thoughts in comments; some male views would be good too!

No matter what age you are, or what age your wife/girlfriend is, you should always feel beautiful because everyone is and if other people can't see that then tell them to jog the hell on. If anything, the older you are the better because you are more clued up on all the fantastic stuff and you're not as naive.

There you go folks - a nice little serious blog post. One final thing - if you have a Twitter, why not follow me; lizzeeirawr

Monday, 1 August 2011

I made you a tape..


A nice long and thought out blog today (kind of!), because I finally have a weeks worth of internet access at my house, so I can lounge on my bed and think of all the deep and meaningful things that I write about in this blog... *ignores the last post about pumpy fun*.

One thing before we start - I forgot to mention that the Top 25 Kids Bloggers came to an end and my lovely blog reached an excellent position of.. 27 ;D Okay, so I didn't get into the actual chart but 27 is actually excellent. If you wanna check out the winners (which I think you should) then just click the link above and have a gander!

Now, when I was younger I used to have all the fun of recording the radio onto tapes, because everyone loved a bit of the Sunday Top 40. I used to have a brilliant coca-cola can shaped radio and it had a double tape deck - for those serious about recording from one tape/radio.. onto another ;D And I know some people used to be soppy and record songs to pass onto someone (maybe not so much when I was a youngster.. but I like the thought of it!). So I got thinking about all the mushy/not so mushy/so mushy they make you wanna vomit love songs that I'd like to have on my own mixed tape - just in case some soppy git wants to send me one.

Lizzee's Ultimate Faint with Soppy Happiness Mixed Tape List

1. "Because the Night" - Patti Smith
2. "Leave a Light on For Me" - Belinda Carlisle
3. "Against All Odds" - Phil Collins
4. "Lost in You" - Sugababes
5. "Your Song" - Elton John
6. "Heartbeats" - Joze Gonzalez
7. "I Like It" - Gerry & the Pacemakers
8. "Dream" - The Everly Brothers
9. "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" - Iron & Wine
10. "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" - The Beatles

(And "Mixed Tape" by Jack's Mannequin)

Some may say these are cringe worthy. But I actually love these songs (: Check them out if you've never heard one! Feel free to share your own thoughts on the kind of mixed tape you would like or other romantic gestures you think are great! And also vote on the polls at ther side of the blog.

G'bye beauts.

Saturday, 30 July 2011

I'm such a lady...

Sometimes, I think that the I could probably be more ladylike when approching life, and then maybe I wouldn't get considered as 'one of the boys' and get lucky. The only ladylike about me at the minute is my child bearing hips (!), and even they are getting too big to handle!

A lot of people think that just because you're a girl, you shouldn't do certain stuff. And one thing in particular I am referring to in a relationship... is the wind barrier. Yes, that's right people; I am lowering the high brow seriousness of this blog (whuuuut?) and talking about cheeky pumps.

I wanna know - how long did it take you to break said wind barrier in your relationship? Mine have never lasted long enough to reach this stage ;D And also, would you consider doing un-ladylike things in life, or no?

I enjoy video gaming, which some people think is just for boys. (I'm not just talking about disgusting stuff) And occasionally.. I let my leg hair grow to considerable lengths, just because I can't be bothered to go through the whole palava of shaving it off (and savaging my legs in the process!).

On a final note - check out the new poll at the side of the blog about body parts. It's gonna be used for a new post at some point!

This was just a fun little post - I'll not talk about pumpy business again ;D Ciao

Friday, 22 July 2011

I rly like you but..

I'm too much of a wimp to make the first move.

This is probably my life story from the ages of 13 to 100. Just another quick one today folks, as I have errands *feels like she's middle aged and not 19 .-.* to run. Why is it always down to the boy folk to make the first move? (Well, I know in my world, I tend to think like this and I SHOULDN'T!) Why can't I - as a calm, confident, sassy girl (lies, lies, lies) - grab the bull by the horns, so to speak, and be like 'Heyyy, how you doin'?'

Even when in one instance, I liked a boy and he liked me back, I waited for him to make the first move. And the lesson in this story is kids;

Don't wait for him to make the first move, because sometimes he's as much of a wimp as you are and will not and you will both forever ignore the fact you like each other and it will be stupid. Instead, just kiss his face off.
Or somethin'.

Oh, and one last thing before I go. Voting for the Top 25 Kids Bloggers ends at some point today (I'm not sure when - I'm not very clued up on the American time scales), so if you wanna vote, click the thingy below (I'm not sure if that counts as a vote but if it takes you to the list, scroll down to mine and also check out some of the others!). I'm pretty sure I won't get into it but so far I have 23 votes ;D And those 23 votes are excellent to me.

Tatty byes!

Monday, 11 July 2011

Would you?

Yo. Just a quick one for today as I've been a wee bit busy and I am running out of time on the internet access that the library provides *shakes fist, all angry like*.

I was pondering the other night whether I would take a bullet (a.k.a DIE) for someone I loved. I mean someone you properly love too. In my head, there is only one type of person I could see myself ever dying or doing anything for them in the future and that would be any children I had (I don't have 'em yet like!), because they're from your loins! (Men have loins right.. not women..?) But I can honestly say I don't think I would jump in front of a bullet that was speeding towards my husband/boyfriend/lover, because you'd probably die and not see them again and then you'd leave them with the crippling guilt that you died for them.

I might die for my parents and some of my close family.. But I really don't know. So how about you fine readers? Am I being cold or is it just sensible? Post your comments, or email 'em through - whatever. If you wanna suggest something to be written about, my email address is on the 'Why am I blogging?' page. BOOM.

(Also, on a side note - I watch this dude on YouTube because I do love people who rant, and he's said the same thing to me really - but about the Bruna Mars song 'Grenade'. Check it out here.)

One last thing (this isn't as quick as I expected!) if you like my blog and wanna vote for my in the Top 25 Kids Blogger thingy, scroll down a couple of posts and click the badge! I'll repost it again in the next blog!


Thursday, 7 July 2011

One is the lonliest number..

That you ever knewwww.
Two, can be as bad as one;
It's the lonliest number since the number one.

I'm not sure if they are the lyrics or not, but they have always been perplexing to me! So you might be lonely when you're by yourself, but then you might when you've got a chum too? And so that leads me onto a little request about how I should write about 'being single being totally underrated'. And I agree (no matter what the song says - I've got it in my head now .-.)

I don't see there being much problem with being single myself - I have been single.. well most of my life - and I am still going strong, despite the occasional pang of lonliness (I don't think you can actually be lonely at 18..)

I mean, why would you not like being just by yourself? Enjoying time with your friends, being allowed to have the occasional flirt and 'encounter' with the opposite sex or just wandering about like a cloud and getting on with your life. And plus, you have the best company available - yourself. Because as they say, if you don't love yourself, then how do you expect others to love you. (I always felt that sounded a bit harsh, but I suppose it would be pretty crap if you didn't like yourself.) And everyone tries to find that one person who is like the male/female equivalent to them - unless you're one of those oddballs who believe that 'opposites attract'. So, you get to spend one on one time with yo'self and have some jolly good fun.

And not have to worry about making a prat of yourself.

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Great News

I have been nominated for some sort of Top 25 Kids Blogger thingy :P Which is very nice whoever did it. So if you like my blog (although I know it's been pretty.. bare lately. Apologies! I will buck my ideas up in the next week!) and you think I should be one of these fortunate few, please click below and vote for me :D

Just scroll down towards the bottom and hopefully you shall find me. Also, check out some of the other great blogs that are listed, especially Abby Noel's. I've been readin' her, like.

Also - give me some heads up by email if there's anything out there you'd like me to discuss! I'm currently at the beaut of a wall that is called writers block.

Thursday, 23 June 2011

A Spoonful of Sugar..

First off! Sorry for not posting for yonks. I've just moved back home from University for the summer so it's been a bit hectic, and to make matters worse I don't have internet back here .-. So all of my blogging will be done from the comfort of.. the public library. Ugh; I've just had an egg McMuffin from McDonalds and I am stuffed!

Anyway; this blog is mainly gonna be about lies. Not horrific lies that would end you up on Jeremy Kyle or Sally Jessy Raphael, but tiny lies that, in most cases, help you in any relationship, whether it be soppy, friendly or sexy.

"Does my bum look big in this?"

In a poll undertaken by the show 'This Morning' they found that 90% of men would tell their wives/other half that their bum looked big in that new dress they bought. I think this is a big hairy lie (unless they're one of those men folk who like big butts and they cannot lie..). By telling me that my bum looked big in a dress I would either be very happy (because I quite like having a more ample bottom, on one of those good body image days) or think that you were criticizing me, telling me I was ugly, that you didn't find me attractive anymore and that my whole life was doomed! This, of course, would be on one of those days where you look at yourself and think about how much you'd like to cheese grater your hips off because they're so huge.

But then lies do not all revolve around image and all that malarky. Seeing your friends instead of going to that horrendously soppy girly film, or jam packed action film with more special effects than Michael Jackson's face or being grateful for a gift that is.. questionable but the thought was in it might be okay lies because without them, you'd probably end up losing touch with those friends or man friends because.. well that's the way it goes. The things that you lie about are never massive lies, but you can justify them because it's to save hurting the other people's feelings.

Overall, nice lies (:

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Hello :D

Okay so I am gonna post a blog post later on this evening or tomorrow, but I thought I'd just say a quick hello to all of the readers that seem to have been flocking to the page this past week. I think it's gone from 40 to 130 people, which is fantastico!

Please, comment here what you like/dislike about the blog, or what you'd like to see in it in the future! No doubt I'll start running out of topics at one point ;D And please, follow (I will follow you back - I need to get some more blog reading under my belt!) and/tell your friends to check the blog out.

And keep reading!

Saturday, 4 June 2011

Enough is enough.. is enough!

I love that song. It's been in my head for the past hour.

[Edit: I just re-read this blog post and it does sound a little like it'll be my last one, but it will not!]

Anyway! Been a while since I blogged last but only cause I've had nothing really worth while to say - which makes a nice change for me cause I normally have something to whinge about. So anyway; I like this blog but when I think about the reason I started it I'm always like.. cringe! I have a nasty habit of starting blogs whenever I get stressed about something, but this was probably a thing I should'a been like - do I really wanna broadcast how I'm not getting over it.

Haha, so anyway, now I'm feeling a lot better about it all! I laugh at the fact I made it, more than actually wanting to throw myself off a cliff.

And then I started to think about how people cope with stuff, in the context of relationships. I think there's stuff out there like this - the whole 'the first step is admitting you have a problem, then you go through denail, anger, etc etc.' But is that the same with everything? I'd like to think my little coping strategy went like this;
  • Denial; "What do you mean, 'is it really working out'? 'Course it is!"
  • Hurt; "Why would he do this to me?!"
  • Denial; "We'll make up in a couple of days."
  • Anger; "He better not text me."
  • Rage; "Why the hell hasn't he texted me?!"
  • Defiance; "I bloody well deserve better."
  • Acceptance; "Actually, this isn't so bad."
  • Rejection; "Yeah I know you're trying to catch my eye over the bar, you smarmy git. But I'm currently checking out the bottom of a nearby male."
I think I should patent it ;D

Saturday, 28 May 2011

Ruining the mood as usual..

I remember there was a group that everyone was joining at one point on Facebook (addiction, much..) that went something like;
"Before sex, you help each other get naked and then after sex, you have to dress yourself. Moral of the story; in life, no-one helps you when you're fucked."
I thought that was a pretty tacky, but philosophical - is that combination even possible? - way of putting life. It made me laugh a lot, but I didn't join it; it would totally lower the tone of my Facebook profile ;) (LOL!) Anyway, so getting around to the point of this little nugget of my blog; I'm not gonna talk about life fucking anyone over or anything as extreme as that. I'm gonna talk about the art of undressing and not ruining the moon.

Something which, once again, I pretty much fail at.

I am a lover of the skinny jean/jeggings. Some people may say I don't pull them off, cause I've got a ghetto booty and thunder thighs but they're pretty comfy and now when I wear normal jeans, my legs feel even bigger. So poo to you haters. Anyway! So these are hard to get off at the best of times - especially when you've bought a size lower than you usually do and are in denial that you could probably do with the next size up. It's my calfs! They are actual beasts so when it comes to taking off or putting my trousers on, I have to proper yank them down and then well..

It certainly ruins the mood a smidge when the other person in the undressing scenario has to stand at the end of the bed and pull with their almighty strength on your jeggings, just so you dont have them around your knees all night. I'd like to say we laughed at it.. but I think it was more of a cry by the time it had happened three times..

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Drowning your sorrows..

We've all done it. We've probably all regretted it the morning after when the room is spinning all you can taste is vomit and despair.

I've had a bit of a rough ride this past month with exams, boy troubles (pah!), my friend got spiked the other week and then to top it all off, a Duran Duran concert I was going to see last night at Liverpool Echo Arena was cancelled because Simon Le Bon has laryngitus. Now, let's not question my musical tastes - I love the boys, and I won the tickets on a radio competition (excellent moment of my life). But suffice to say I was a bit depressed, so me and my friend ended up getting merrily drunk in the hotel room all night.

I've now woken up with a hideous hangover and I'm probably more miserable than I was before because;

  • I had to run through my local train station to the toilets so I could throw up

  • I have an exam on Friday that I have not revised for enough at all

  • I spent a stupid amount of money doing pretty much nothing

  • & alas, I still have all the problems I did before

I always just talk and talk when I'm drunk and don't think about what I'm saying, hence why I either always have people mardy at me or I'm mardy at them because some little domestic - always started by me - has happened. No, I'm not talking about drunken brawls - just a tiny arguement. So anyway, this was just a little rant;

Drowning Sorrows - Always a bad idea.

Sunday, 22 May 2011

It just happened..

I don't think I'll be posting everyday but this has got to be said.

Why do people who cheat.. cheat? Friday; me and the housemates + one seminar friend discovered the revelation that someone we knew was being cheated on. Now the two have been together since the start of University pretty much, which is quite a mean feat when you think about it - freshers week is rife with hormones and condoms (sadly, I'm not speaking through experience; freshers week was a flop for me!).

She's a lovely girl and he's well.. a smarmy boy in my opinion and maybe this is what's affected my view the most. Turns out this boy has tried it on with one of her friends before, and was promptly rejected, I might add, then turned over to his girlfriend. Now why, for one second in their tiny minds, would anyone try to cheat with a close friend of their spouse and think that they're going to get away with it? The guilt would absolutely kill me if I was that friend and I would probably paint a confession on a banner in my own blood.

But anyway - she took him back and they got over it. This is my head is a bit wrong. I've always thought that if I were to be cheated on (unsuccessfully or not) I don't know if I'd be able to get back with that person because of the major thing we like to call TRUST. I'm psycho and insecure enough as it is without thinking that you're checking out everyone else's jelly as well as my own.

What I can't get my head around is that why would you go off and play elsewhere with someone else when you have someone at home who is - I'm sure - willing to have a bit of sexy fun time with you and all you need to do to get it is show a bit of affection and maybe buy the occasional cinema ticket - I'm an easy girl to please, clearly! So anyway, another definition to add to the list;

Cheating - A cowardly way of telling your girlfriend that you either a) think you're some sort of sex god, or more likely b) are an arsehole or in some very minute instances c) are under appreciated.

Feedback always welcome (:

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Actually I was just ignoring you..

First blog post. Excellent. Get on with it.

So, the term 'playing it cool' is gonna be used a shed load on this blog just because I think it's one of the most ridiculous things in the world, yet I don't fully understand it. I have been accused of play it too cool, not cool enough and thankfully, just the right amount of cool (oh yeaaahh..)

I have recently just been on quite a long - for me, three months of frustration is a long time - (and unsuccessful) playing it cool stretch, which ended last week (I can hear the cries of 'so that's why you made the blog, you man hating feminist', which I shall reply - you are half right). It was a frustrating setup with the whole;

  • "Is it casual, or are we 'seeing each other'?"

  • "What the hell does 'seeing each other' actually mean if it is that?"

  • "Am I in a long line of girls being 'seen (to)'?"

Which indefinitely makes the 'playing it cool' routine a lot more dificult because if the answer to question three had in any way been yes, I wouldn't be playing it cool I'd be playing with someone else. Although why I had chosen to get it on with the seven years older, none student at the student union bar who gave me a horrendous lovebite the first night I met him instead of someone else - well it doesn't reflect well on me.

Those who are excellently skilled at playing it cool will have boys hanging from their every word, waiting to jump off a cliff when they get told to. Sadly, I have never had the panache (that is a word, right?) to have this affect on a boy. With me, it gets to the point that I'm playing it so cool that I'm ignoring them, or I go and tell them that I'm playing it cool (I was told by my housemates that this is an amazingly big mistake!) like a complete moron.

So to end this little rant - I hadn't expected the first post to be so intense to be honest x_x

Playing it cool - The act of pretending you don't like
someone to get them to like you more.. however that works.

Post me a comment with your playing it cool fandango's or just what you think it actually means.

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