Why Women Should Lie About Their Age

As women get older we look to the finer things in life to provide us with comfort and contentment; the perfected coffee, an expensive coat to slip into on a cold night, a Persian carpet to welcome our tired feet or a delicious meal and expensive champagne with girlfriends to satisfy our carnal needs for gossip and unadulterated alcohol fuelled fun. We look to established, matured and experienced connoisseurs for advice. Designer brands that have influenced our dressing style for decades, a restaurant that has the reputation and experience to deliver on our tastebuds’ demands or a 20 year old bottle of wine. Time teaches us that very rarely can something new and untried deliver over experience, years of dedication and hard fought reputation. 

Like wine, men get better with age. The saying that women mature faster then men is unfortunately true, they seem to live on another planet to their gender counterparts. Post the tiresome twenties, men come into their bloom between 32-35 years of age. They have this subtle confidence and mature sexuality that just leaps across the room, far more than a baby-faced 25 year old boy. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good toy boy every now and again but, as with toys, you either break them or get tired of playing with them. Such is life. Men on the other hand, never seem to get tired of playing with them.



I was enjoying a glass of wine with a friend, Mr. X, the other night and we were discussing the intricacies of life, which included relationships. I mentioned how I had seen multiple articles about there being a global shortage of eligible/marriageable men for career women. Ever since the apocalyptic feminist era that changed, forever, the way women were viewed in the workforce, at home and even on some sporting fields, women have circumvented the marriage card in pursuit of power and success. Once at a level of self gratification, their long list of ‘the ideal man’ criteria coupled with their ever escalating age, leaves them alienated from the single game. Mr. X told me how men like him, financially successful, self assured and attractive, were tired of needy women. How, every relationship with women of a similar age, increasingly led to the necessity for something more. He said, past a certain age, women become so desperate to settle down, they become these relationship starved harpies, who latched their claws in through sheer panic that their body clocks were ticking away and would cease before they had procreated. Simply… they prefer to date younger women. All of his friends, roughly 35, were all dating 25 year olds.

It made complete sense to me. Less baggage, a tighter ass, less demanding and old enough to be entertaining but young enough still have a few good years on her. In a ‘global shortage’ of men, males are spoilt for choice in their selection of the ever expanding variety of women to choose from. They have a far greater age range to pick from than most women would deem respectable. Why on earth would they want to settle down when they can have the time of their lives without the boredom of a relationship, and have it with a smoking hot 23 – 25 year old! Career women, in their late twenties are in for a surprise if they think that just because they now have the brains and well articulated conversations to bring to the table that men will drop at their feet. It’s almost the complete opposite. Men want a handbag just as much as a woman does; his is just one with a great set of legs and doesn’t expect a diamond necklace for her birthday or an engagement ring after two years.  It’s sad to think that beautiful, smart and entertaining women are made to feel unworthy or unappreciated because of the deluge of young, short skirted and fake breasted women that men now seem to be choosing. What ever happened to wife material or the perfect girlfriend?  Hopefully there are still a few out there that appreciate those that will make excellent partners when the looks fade.

I on the other hand… when in Rome…

“Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.”

Delving into the gossip and news of my Facebook wall this morning, while I sipped my vanilla latte, I was not surprised to see that my home country had made the news again, for something far from the 1995 Rugby World Cup Mandela story. Zuma had made the headlines because of his upcoming nuptials to his 6^th wife. (Zuma News Story) Polygyny in South Africa is legal and very much part of the Zulu culture, where it has been used to create political alliances and reinforce the perception of power for a tribe’s leader throughout history. It got me thinking, even though polygyny is not a common practice in western cultures, its concept is not completely unfamiliar.

I was on Skype the other day with a few of my girlfriends from around the globe and as always we were discussing our male counterparts with much gusto. I was surprised to uncover something from our discussions.  A common practice that which men have only partaken in in the past seems to be fast becoming the norm for the modern woman. It seems that the era where only men fraternize with multiple partners and eschew the mundanity of a girlfriend or wife for as long as possible has come to an end. Due to the increasing number of empowered women and lessening of the suitable gentlemen or ideal partner, women are engaging in the same dating tactics that men have been renown for throughout history.

Women have been expected to be vigilant of their virtue and maintain the sexual morality of a nun in times past. Not something I completely disagree with in this day and age where pregnancies, STDs and even riskier illnesses are so rife amongst the young. However, it led to a limited frame of mind when it came to the dating scene where women only reserved themselves for one gentleman to see where that romance led before putting their heart back together and trying again with the next suitor. Men had the benefit of society not looking upon them with a condemning eye if they were to ‘sew their seed’. Rather it was advantageous for them as they were seen as a ‘stud’ to bed so many ‘lucky’ ladies.

So, post discussions with my friends, I took it upon myself to investigate this new approach by women. I was very pleasantly surprised to hear from quite a few ladies that they are of the same mindset. Traditionalist thinking where women only date one person at a time and go through the rigmarole of “courting” has flown the coop and we are left with an even playing field amongst the sexes. It’s now not unusual for women these days to have 3 or 4 dates a week, maybe even two in one day.

I find the thought that women are not waiting to be asked out on a date but proactively going out and making it happen for themselves liberating. Why the hell not. I have been of the same mind for quite some time and only recently since coming to Sydney have felt that it wasn’t tabooed to do so. I think men are luckier for it, not as much pressure from the girl for something to happen after every date and just the general attitude that men can just get to know someone over dinner and have some fun without the thought that women are thinking the may be the next long term boyfriend. 


So… happy dating all, and ladies, good on ya Sheilas!

"Sometimes... when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing" ~ Ally McBeal

Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty and Arial were my childhood companions. I cherished the moments I spent with them; long hours of listening and learning from those idyllic women who comforted and lulled me off to sleep with their melodic voices. I adored them as only a rosy-cheeked child, devoid of the taints of the world, could. Yet… I sit now and think how much have we been affected by these fairytales? Not from the idea of magic, beasts and fairies but because of the inept ability to prepare us for the real world.

Prince Eric and Hercules

Every girl dreams of her ‘Prince Charming’, whether he be fair of face, strong of body or sharp of mind, we all search for that ‘perfect’ man. But the question I ask is, are we setting ourselves up for disappointment? I am not saying not to have high expectations, this is a must, but whether having that eternal soul mate objective leads more to a disheartened princess ever waiting for her knight to save her from her distinctive peril.

I bring this up as lately I have found several princes… in parts. One was kind, the other considerate, there was a good-looking royal, a crowned monarch with a taste for laughter and spontaneity and then there was the king of brains. BUT none of these were found in one specific male. Prince Kind was idiotic, Prince Handsome was arrogant and conceited, Prince Fun was unreliable and Prince Wise was far from fare.

Of course Hollywood and Disney groom their male leads to the point of glisteningly perfection. Model ready for that pedestal that we place so many unobtainable heartthrobs on. Without meaning to though, we carry that need for perfection through to our every day male desires. Only to come up disappointed by what we cant find.

I have very few friends that are happily married with their one true love and many whom have settled because the longevity of the relationship became comfort, comfort became normality and normality became stability for them. Are they happy? I think content (dare I say bored) may be a better way of describing them. A few years ago I turned my nose up at this approach to relationships but now I question it as possibly better choice.

Does holding out for the man of our dreams mean we risk becoming the old cat lady on the 6^th floor with only our own regrets to keep us company on the cold winter nights? The alternative would be Samantha from Sex in the city, successful and never shy of a partner on those chilly evenings. Neither one appeals to me very much but it does make me question whether the pursuit for perfection is undoubtedly the quest for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And idea. A fairytale. One with which we toy with, but one that never really solidifies.

All those boxes that we look to be ticked by the ideal male will never be filled. Whether he is the ultimate sports god, so good looking a mirror melts or is the next Einstein, there will be something wrong with him. Finding a good looking guy who is sensitive, caring, considerate, mucho, athletic, intelligent, great in the sack and puts you first is, lets be honest, just not going to happen. So… what means more to you in a partner? If he wakes you up every morning with your favourite tea and rubs your aching feet every night but is a terrible lover with appalling dress sense and health habits that even pigs would raise their eyes at, will he do? Or what about a guy who treats you well and that spoils you rotten but has no career and has a knack for always getting into trouble when he goes out? I guess it comes down to what are you willing to compromise on. Mr. Average or Mr. Good at some things but terrible at others.  Do we run the risk of never finding Mr. Right and settling for Mr. You’ll do? I’ll let you know… 

It Doesn't Just Happen In the Movies

You sigh a deep breath of relief as you close your door after your initial date with that special or not so fabulous someone. First date jitters conquered, relatively unscathed and stomach muscles slightly tender after recounting the antics of several of the less then chivalrous partners that roam the single club of Sydney! (See previous post)

So we finally get to the moment/day/week when you invite them over. It's almost just as stressful and nerve racking as the first date, as there is more onus on you now to impress whereas the first date can be more weighted towards the male, depending on the man in question.

You furiously flick through all the things to cater for. House tidy, legs shaved, bedroom clean, toenails painted (let's be honest who walks around with shoes on in their own home), cue scrabble for pronto pedicure, checking of hair, makeup and breath, matching underwear just in case (running around looking for that one set of knickers that makes your ass pop) and whether to light candles or just play atmospheric music in the background. 

From my perspective I have learned to worry, not about whether he likes my ‘feng shui’ placement of my furniture, but whether he may feel inclined to help himself to my bathroom toiletries or start getting undressed randomly! Here is where my fear originates…

Fledgling relationship, several dates and mainly day activities, we had both become fairly comfortable with each other, so I invited him over one Sunday to watch movies. Still gut- wrenchingly nerve wracking if you like the person! Midway through, he goes to the bathroom. For an extremely long time! I clocked it at about 30 minutes or so. I start to imagine ‘Along came Polly’ or ‘Dumb and Dumber’ toilet antics, as I hesitantly walk down the hallway and then turn back. I decide to risk it and quietly pad towards the bathroom. I hear the shower running and turn around. I don’t have the guts to knock on the door and ask him if everything is all right. After this embarrassingly long time, the guy emerges, freshly showered, with a cheeky grin on his face. I try to hide my anxiety and slightly perturbed emotions as I ask if he is well. He sits down and proceeds to tell me that he had gotten the urge to shower and use MY razor to "trim" himself down there. His words were, "By trim I mean, bald eagle baby!"  I was absolutely flabbergasted! I queried him as to why he had suddenly got the itch that needed to be scratched right then and there (halfway through a movie remember)! He replies, “No reason, never done it before and thought it would be fun!” I actually think my jaw may have fallen to the floor at this point! He left shortly afterwards as I think he may have correctly read my absolute horror stricken visage! Give him his due though; there wasn't a trace of evidence in my shower. I disposed of the razor and had a chuckle to myself as that boy was in for a few days of torture after his impulsive act. As any male knows, if you shave that area it itches like hell for about a week! That will teach him a lesson! 

Another was technically not a first time invitee but this story is so humorous I had to throw it in here. We had been dating for about a month, it was very laid back and we hung out more often then getting actually physical. We didn't have, what you would call, a very affectionate relationship. No cuddling on the couch or holding hands, neither of us was overtly touchy-feely with the other. A night of good television and dinner was planned on a frosty winters evening, blankets mounted on all sides and 3/4 of the way through the film, nothing was done or said to give me any indication of what was about to come out of his mouth! He turns to me and says, "I've unzipped my pants, how's about a blowie?" Sorry what?????? I am sorry, but no male in his right mind has got to think that works? Really?! I'm not going to elaborate on the profanities that came out of my mouth but let me tell you that 'gentleman' scrabbled so quickly out of my house he left his wallet and one shoe behind. To not sound like a prude, I'm all up for a bit of fun, but prep the engine before going full throttle into a risky maneuver! 

Lastly, my all time favourite, which had me and my girlfriends rolling, literally, on the floor for hours! To set the scene: He's American and we had been drinking all day at a festival. We finally made our way home with a bottle of wine to relax and unwind. We had been to his first and to several house parties along the way. We get to mine and he turns to me and tells me he is going to go put his “jammies on”! I thought to myself that I had either heard him wrong or he had made a joke and was just going to change out of his day clothes. I was very very wrong. He came out in his pajamas. Bright red basketball shorts and an almost luminous purple t-shirt. I laughed so hard I couldn't breath, there were actual tears. “First time over at a girls and you put those on”, was roughly what I managed to squeeze out!. That is probably the leading way to kill any potential sexy time! He took it in good stride and was actually more perplexed as to how I didn't love his attire. To this day he is still called jammie boy! 

Not your average contenders to the couch throne of hanging out. I do wonder what goes through their mind when they enter a girl’s door. Entertaining at least and great conversation starters when you are out with the girls. 

Dating Faux Pas

Undeniably there is something almost childlike in the joy and excitement we get when we are about to embark on a night out where it is a First Date. Reminiscent of what Christmas felt like when we were young enough to still believe there was a Santa Clause and leave cookies out on the windowsill for St Nick to feast on, while he left all your childhood dreams under the tree.

Most of us try a million outfits, reapply our make up an infinite number of times, Facebook stalk him to see how hot he really is, reread messages/emails from/to him, alleviate our worry by chatting incessantly to our friends about where you are going, what he’s like and how you think it will go. And then there are some of us that feel actually nauseous just before we walk into the place of rendezvous.

 

I’m no stranger to first dates, but recently I’ve been both amazed and appalled at just how far away men have strayed from what used to be the standard courtesies of a date. Chivalry isn’t dead; it is just not common practice in Sydney, if these dates are anything to go by. So if you’re looking to avoid getting a second date, here’s some tips from Sydney Singleton’s diary.

Date Number One:  Pukey Pokie Boy

It never ceases to amaze me when good-looking boys assume that their faces will excuse what emits from their mouths. In this case, a very well dressed lad with an impressive job and looks that almost made me lightheaded told me over dinner how he vomits in pokie machines when he’s drunk. And showed me what he looks like doing it. Needless to say, I didn’t find that very enticing.

Date Number Two: Smoothie Pass, Tight Ass

I had set up a first date with a boy who seemed promising. Having had a very active night previously, I had already consumed two coffees and was feeling slightly under the weather. We had agreed to get a Boost smoothie and sit on the beach. When we meet, he informs me that his funds were in an online account and his access pin/card was in the Blue Mountains and he only had $10 to his name. So we had to get a small coffee instead. Nothing says ‘I’m a good catch’ like being penniless and unreliable. Reschedule rather, than arrive with moths in your wallet!

Date Number Three: Wet Fish Wonder

They say the way to a woman’s heart is through diamonds. I don’t disagree with this statement but I do think it starts with something a little simpler then that! A kiss. If you kiss like a wet fish that has soggy sponges for lips, then that’s pretty much a deal breaker.

Date Number Four: Bromance Bruce

Certain careers allow for limited extra curriculum activities if you’re a boy who is based on a work site with a bunch of lads, I can imagine your day gets a bit tedious. However, it’s a little bit like prison – what’s acceptable in one environment doesn’t translate into another. Don’t go on about your drunken mate Bruce who apparently “Gets naked and does that dance when he jiggles his thingy around…. That helicopter dance thing!” all night. Firstly, you look like an idiot in front of girl who doesn’t give two hoots about your drunken court jester of a mate. Secondly, it demonstrates that, at the age of 34, you find these kinds of Adam Sandler-ish antics amusing.

Date Number Five: Dinner Date Deluxe

I don’t know about you, but if a lady is asked out to dinner by the opposite sex, for the first time, it is fairly well assumed that the man will pay. Feminists may disagree, but I don’t believe this is about gender roles, but more a show that the gentleman in question wants to treat the lady, rather than assuming she can’t afford to pay. I am not condemning men who don’t offer this courtesy but for me, this is something I think is just the mark of a gentleman. On this particular occasion, we went to a nondescript Italian restaurant and shared two main meals over one glass of wine each. I am not talking Jamie Oliver’s fine dining experience, just a pizza and a drink. When the bill arrived I offered whether he would like me to contribute at all, I always do, as it is polite (and it’s a good test). I was quite surprised when his reply was, “Yes you can contribute.” I immediately thought maybe I had misread the intelligent, witty conversation and laughter we had shared. Maybe this was more of a friendly catch-up. Or it was a date that had gone so wrong that the guy in question balked at even buying me a pizza. I consented without even a hint of this concern and we left. I continued to chat amicably through our 10 minute walk through the city and was nearly knocked off my feet with the lines, ‘Can I entice you to a night cap?” I literally was shocked to a stand still.  I politely declined and made for the nearest train station. I was particularly surprised because the boy in question works in investment banking, had pursued a dinner date for some time and still had the audacity to text me later and say, “I wish you were here in my bed!” The cheek! He later that week text me and asked if I had blocked him from looking at my pics on Facebook (Which I hadn’t). Sometimes, the little slip-ups are clues to larger failings!

Date Number Six: My Valentines Boy

Although my actual Valentines night wasn’t spent with this young man, he did however pull it out of the bag with a rose and a present dropped at my house and then a fabulous Argentinian dinner on Thursday. He picked me up in a cab, ordered all the things he knew I liked and conversation was both amusing and gentlemanly. One of the best dates since being in Sydney. So not all of them are bad eggs. 

I read the following about Barack Obama’s first date with Michelle the other day. – “I treated her to the finest ice cream Baskin-Robbins had to offer, our dinner table doubling as the curb. I kissed her, and it tasted like chocolate.”

It doesn’t take fine wine and an exclusive restaurant to show a girl you care. Just fine manors and the foresight to make sure you have enough cash to buy a girl a smoothie. As we progress as a species and develop our capacity to learn and develop intellectually, do we lose the traditions that we once held so true? In an age where social conventions and etiquette continue to recede, it’s a sad state of affairs that so few standards remain when it comes to being a gentleman in the dating world.

The Art of Love Making 101

Some fast facts to set the mood… Dim the lights, lock the door! This could get steamy!  

• The average breast size: 44% B Cup
• The average penis (erect): 12.9–15.0 cm
• Average duration of orgasm (male): 3-5 seconds.
• Average duration of orgasm (female): 5-8 seconds
• Percentage of people who orgasm every time they have sex:
• Men: 75%
• Women: 29%
• 42% of women usually have orgasms during sex with their partner.
• 29% always have an orgasm during sex.
• 25% sometimes or rarely have orgasms.
• 4% of women are not orgasmic with their partner.
• When asked, "How often do you fake orgasm?" in an online poll, 1500 women answered:
• I never fake it: 45%
• 1%-25% of the time: 34%
• 26%-50% of the time: 10% 

The conundrum comes into play when we are faced with the age-old question, "Are you good in the sack?”. We can break that down into three key areas: foreplay, felatio and the fantago itself. 

I liken foreplay to getting ready to go out; you don't step out of your door dressed in your tighty-whities or PJs - you polish, pucker and preen yourself to perfection. Right down to that last strand of hair and spritz of eau de parfum. So why should you not spend that amount of time on your partner before you both engage in the "partying" session.  There is a massive misconception here. I openly put my hand up and say women are quite bad at this. Most of us think it’s the man’s job to set the mood and pander to our carnal desires when it comes to prepping the ‘dance floor’ for the wild moves to come, but it is in fact a very equal measure of input here. Ladies… men have their desires too! Sometimes it may be having a headmistress tell them “bend over”, because they have been a very naughty boy (I know clichéd, but you have no idea how effective this is because its so wrong) or a dominatrix throw them around the room (one of my personal favourites) but either way I don’t think we take the initiative enough. This is down to a number of reasons: shyness, insecurity, the fear of looking like an absolute idiot dressed up like a school girl, crossing of a comfort line and experiences of a negative nature. To name a few. I say, to hell with all that! Too long has this sort of behavior been shunned and discouraged to the point that we never really talk about it. Why is it embarrassing? You get to play dress up, play a role that is far from yourself (a sense of fantasy) and be creative in the performance of whatever nature you deem worthy to get your partner in play ready for a night out on the town, and by ‘town’ I mean YOU! Take a leap of faith - no matter what you do, your man will love it!

Then we come to a very sensitive aspect in this process; “Do I give good head?” and I have to laugh here, as I don’t think I have met a man who says that he isn’t the best at this! Got to love their confidence, if not completely wrong in most cases.

Both men and women ask this question and in all honesty, it does depend on who you are with and what they like… BUT saying this, there are a few tips that stand true across all types of  ‘dance floors’.

Ease your way down there. You don’t arrive at the club as soon as it opens. You go for a few pre-drinks and get in the mood for the night ahead. Sure, sometimes you arrive late and the party is in full swing, then maybe, in these cases, you are welcome to boogey down straight away. But in most cases take it easy.

Start slow. They always play the hard house or dance music toward the middle/end of the night when you have consumed multiple drinks and are all fired up to bust out those back breaking moves. No one kicks the night off with some electric house to set the mood, unless you are at that sort of venue, but for this analogy, lets just say we are at a normal bar/club. So take it easy. ENJOY it and make sure your dance partner knows it too. Nothing better then doing the foxtrot with someone who is enjoying doing it with you. Make it fun… don’t do what you think is meant to be done. Try new things! Experiment! Explore! Ask questions! Now… this may be the biggest tip of all: Like all good dancers, you need good rhythm and consistency to your moves. Jiggling all over the place is just not acceptable and make sure you have a firm pressure (that goes both ways). Let me put it simply for you, women like a good brass polishing not a feather duster!

So we are finally here, it’s been a night of playing and exploring the club you’re at. Tasting a few different combination cocktails and letting your hair down. There isn’t much to be said about this part of the evening, as again, it comes down to personal preference but just be open and honest about what you want. Try new things! Push the limits! It’s not hard to become stale in a relationship so spice it up with a new position or some really emotive music. We use all our senses when we engage in intimacy so take that into account when getting close and personal with someone.

One more thing – Is bad sex a deal breaker when you start seeing someone?  Passion is a massive element in the beginning stages of a relationship, so do we put everything on that one aspect? Bad lover doesn’t exactly look great on anyone’s dance card! And when you’re in your late 20s, should we have to go through the motions of instructing and coaching! I am not a dance teacher! Such is the single life!

Thanks to http://www.clitical.com/orgasms/orgasm-facts.php for these facts.

"Its simple boys, if you like a girl, take her out!"

From the dawn of time, the male species from homo sapiens right down to the aves (birds), have had to 'peacock' themselves or battle to get the female of their desire to view them as a suitable match. Polar Bears, for instance, may follow the tracks of a breeding female for up to 100 km or more. He will then have to endure intense fighting with other males over mating rights for an entire week. Then if we take a look at the great romantics over time we find the likes of Shah Jahan, who went down in history for commissioning one of history's most spectacular buildings, the Taj Mahal, in honor of his much beloved wife. And who could forget Giacomo Casanova, who was of the view that a woman's conversation was at least as captivating as her body. This, as well as the multiple and sometimes exaggerated tales of his sexual escapades, has made him a thing of legends in women's eyes. 

Insert modern day date and what do you get? Relationships through texts, conversations via emails and leeringly drunk pick-ups from sub-par conversationalists who reek of too much cologne and are still wearing their sunglasses on their head after 9pm. Insert "Sigh"!  Where have all the men gone? And by men I mean gentlemen/romantics. Have we become so encased in modern technology that we are bound by its restrictions to the point where we cannot formally court a woman anymore? What ever happened to roses, chocolates, serenading, theatre or actually for that matter, just a plain dinner date? 

Here's the thing that started this, Sydney men DO NOT take girls out. I come from a world where, when a lady met a man and there was that initial 'spark', the man would ask her out. They would go to dinner, the man having picked the lady up from her house at an appropriate hour, and get to know each other over a glass of wine and amicable discussions. Depending on the 'spark's' progression (i.e. drinks and the couples attraction, as well as the ladies chastity methods) the night could end in one of two ways (cough cough , wink wink). In Sydney, the average single lady is lucky if the man offers to take her out to a movie and drinks, let alone a bona fide meal at a restaurant! My single gal pals and I have been reviewing the less then adequate behavior of the average male here in this city. Here is the 'norm':

1) Group dates with the guys. How is this impressive or inviting in any way shape or form? Yes, sure I would love to come and get to know you on an evening out with the lads while you all drink beer and make lewd sexual jokes about females. Bucket list stuff!

2) Come over, hang and watch a DVD: This is actually all right but not as the first invite to get to know the girl. At least offer to take her for coffee or make an effort and cook her dinner. All this is doing is setting the standard for what's to come. Not only this, but nine times out of ten the housemates are there and that’s oh so not awkward! 

3) Text a million times without even asking her out. I don’t know if there are males out there that accumulate a dozen or so numbers and use them in the same sort of way we would a social media platform. Engage them, talk to them, but very rarely meet them. A few of my single girlfriends have had men text them for weeks on end without ever being able to tie them down to meet up. Please do tell me what the point is there? Meet a girl, take her number, give her a call and invite her to do something. Even DVDs is better then this one! 

4) This ones a keeper: Gets your number and before even meeting up with you again, starts asking you about what you are wearing. I mean, you love a guy who’s into fashion, but somehow I don’t think that’s what he was asking, was he?

My answer is that men in Sydney are so spoilt for choice with the gorgeous women that parade the streets that the need for 'wooing' or chivalry has next to no necessity. Not only this, but is it also the case that women have lowered their standards to the point where we don’t expect the man to treat us like every other lady in the course of history. Does that make the few of us who hold out for 'Romeo' idiotic or idealistic? Who knows? I just know that I would rather have a cocktail with my girls any day over some cheeseball who thinks a beer at a pub is going to impress me. And there is the age-old saying, if he doesn't ask you out; he just isn't that into you. Well, you can’t argue with that science either. 

"When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?” - Carrie Bradshaw

Welcome to a blog that delves into the world of debaucherous, frivolous fun. Where Absolutely Fabulous meets Bridget Jones, with a twist of Sex and the City thrown in.

The epiphany for the name came one evening when a sweet taxi man, from Mumbai, was taking my friend and I home after an Xmas party. Having found out we were both single, in his striking Indian accent, proceeded to say, "Why you single in Sydney? You are too much of beautiful! You must come over and let my son cook you a curry." Needless to say, the two of us rolled out the cab with the mirth of those that have been partaking in the consumption of too many alcoholic beverages. It stuck with us, and when I was beginning to put this together I couldn't help but smile and type that question out.

For the last two years I have lived the life of a carefree singleton without any long-term constraints of the modern conformity of a relationship. I have delved into a few weeks with some interesting male counterparts but nothing that has withstood my constant desire for spontaneity and a need for change. I have a restless soul that finds normality something of a fable inhabited exclusively by characters in movies and novels. I have traipsed the globe from South Africa to the Middle East, Europe and now Australia. It has been a whirlwind of activity with a central eye on one element, that of the ultimate hedonistic pursuit.

These posts will be a chronicle of not only my embarrassing and hilarious moments but an opportunity for me to capture the essence of a 21st century woman with the aspiration to strike her own path on this red earthed continent. Always of an enquiring mind, it will offer the opportunity to engage like-minded women on the eternal conundrum that is Love, Life and everything in between.

I want this to strike a chord in you, whether you are single, married, recently divorced or just plain tired of the male species. Please feel free to post your questions, comments and stories and I will happily share them if you so wish