Category Archives: Socialising

Suicide Watch

Last night I had someone break down and start crying on the phone. She repeated that she wAnted to die . I think the main problem is that she has withdrawn from a lot of medication quite quickly; ADD mess as well as antianxiety drugs and the usual gamut of drugs that lot of Americans seem to take…in my experience they are either obsessed by wholefoods and wont even take a paracetamol or pill-munching.

My friend on the phone does have a realistic attitude but now no longer has health insurance so even the ADD stuff by itself is expensive.

I will finish this when I’ve had some sleep and recovered.

What a woman really means

This is in response to all the guff about men who are so-called ‘players’ that I hear.

Women play just as many   if not more , games then men are are far more dishonest when it comes to dating. They are certainly far more friends and calculating and , as Cary Grant once said (ok , in a film) the idea that women are the romantic sex is total nonsense and men are actually far more romantic. Just consider the kind of questions and probing that goes on between men and women. Women want to know what kind of work, what kind of car a man has and if he owns his own house very early on. Men on the other hand are singularly uninterested in such details. It makes no difference to him if the woman he is seeing is renting or if his prospective date is a secretary or a CEO.
I first noticed this years ago when a student and used to frequent ‘townie’ pubs and bars. Almost invariably, the first question , after being asked what one did for a living was ‘what car d’ya drive?’ Wow. So many petrol heads, I thought to myself…
I usually lied about the job because being a student got you nowhere 😉
Of course , the car question was just another way of  finding out about financial status.

In my experience, a woman on a dating site or in real life when she says she is ‘separated’ , this invariably means she is wanting a virtual fling or bit of excitement. She is in no way truly ‘separated’. Some infidelity or other failing will be cited, together with an assurance that there is no chance of reconciliation with said hubby. They will of course still be sharing the same house ‘until the divorce comes through’ etc.
If they have social media accounts they won’t be real ones but aliases. Various explanations will be given, sometimes ‘I want to keep my private life private’ other times ‘I don’t want my ex to know who I’m seeing ‘ etc etc etc. ‘he’s jealous, he can make life difficult’ etc.
All this , in my experience, will be lies to cover up the fact that she is still very much married and that husband, or more likely boyfriend, has no idea that he is ‘separated’!

I am writing this to counterbalance the rubbish that is often propagated (by women) about ‘men are liars’ or ‘these men on dating sites are all liars’. And to justify the use of such books as The Game to counteract books such as The Rules.
Of course , some men are up to the same tricks as women , but the difference is that men make very poor, easily found out,  liars compared to the women who lie.
Some tell-tale signs are txts not replied to at certain times and sudden unavailability at holidays and some weekends. Having two phones ‘one is a work phone’ is another indicator.

Plea for contact

BC has been trying to contact me for a while (well 2 or 3 days) saying sorry for the day she swore and shouted at me in front of her flatmate.

Now she wants contact because she has a problem with debt collectors over her phone.  I feel bad for her and want to help but I need to break off properly. We’ve been through all this before. Interesting that she wants contact now she has a problem she wants my help with. However, doing that in front of a flatmate is unforgiveable.

This is a destructive relationship. She never particularly wants to help me out when I need it. And if she does it’s after a lot of complaints.

So no, no contact. 8 missed calls from her today. No doubt she will start turning up at the door soon.

Oh the vanity, the vanity

email from a friend describing a mutual friend

Saw John yesterday on one of his flying visits to London – he was meeting his new best friend in the Dog and Duck after a meeting. I had promised to show him the iPhone (girlfriend’s not mine) as I told him he should get one – the new ones are amazing. You get unlimited Internet as well as 600 mins and ‘unlimited txts for £35 a month. Sounds steep I know but the new 3GS version is worth it, amazing. They have given it a decent camera and video now as well. Unfortunately JN  spent too long in his meeting for me to give demo; the company was full of pretty girls apparently so of course JN gave them his 1.5 hour ‘The future and XXX Ltd (his company) role in it’ special…(I could tell from his description of the conversation afterwards). I wish you could have been here the time he told me very solemnly that he ‘could never teach’ due to the fact that when he visited his daughters new school the girls were utterly transfixed with him. His description of his and his wife’s visit to the school sounded like ‘Beautiful People Pitt and Angelina Jolie visit school – all swoon’. Of John if taught adolescent girls they would be throwing themselves at him and he would be in a very difficult position 😉 ‘This is why I’ve become convinced I could never teach ‘ he said. I’m not making this up! The other parents were described like extras from a zombie horror movie in comparison. I had to bite my lip hard at the ernestness of his descriptions 😉

How I met your Mother

Lately I have been wondering about the stuff I don’t like and have never liked. I hate all he noise and constant unnecessary garble announcements on the tube. Is it only me?

Anyway, apparently not as David ‘Two Brains’ from the Tory party complained of the very same thing.

Tonight I watched ‘How I met your Mother’ and the theme was clubs suck. Yeah! At last, someone in popular culture agrees with what I’ve always thought. I like music, I even liked dancing, I just can’t stand the whole club thing. Noise, queuing for expensive drinks, trying to talk trying to meet new people, trying to get home etc etc (Nightbuses suck)