And so, the premier league begins...

As of tomorrow my relationship with my boyfriend will take on a new dimension. Are you moving in together? No. Are you getting engaged? Heck no. Perhaps I should be more specific.

As of tomorrow, Wives and Girlfriends relationships with their Husbands and Boyfriends, all over the world, will take on a new dimension.

Tomorrow, the Premiership begins.

Tomorrow, us lovely ladies, the ones they wine and dine, that they lie in bed with on a Saturday morning, that they make love to and tell that there is nothing more that they want/ love/ need in the world, will fade into the background and become, the second most important thing in their partner's life.

No one can quite prepare us for the change ahead. Try as we might to be involved in the football - we'll watch the highlights, text our boyfriends for a score update, listen to them rant and rave about the referee's poor judgement over a red card, nod in agreement and frown in confusion, attempt to remember who plays which position and what that bloody off-side rule is. WE (the female race) shall not compare with that of their team. Or in my case, the mighty Blues, Chelsea FC.

What can we do over this 9 month period of time, where our once beloved partners disappear for days, evenings at a time and return to us, beer-bellied and full of testosterone?

Not a lot, just wait for that day in May to finally arrive. NO. You're wrong my friend!

Well for one, perhaps we could try and appreciate our partners love for the sport. Now, don't get me wrong, in my case I don't need to appreciate it, for I actually enjoy watching the odd game or two. But, I don't believe I'll be parting with £40+ per week to go down to the football club to watch the game live. But I'm more than happy to join my man down the local and chug down a Corona and watch the footie up on the HDTV.

But fret not, why worry? We now have one day a week where we can spend 40 guiltless pounds on whatever we have a passion/ desire/ need for and no, it's not saving for a season ticket for ourselves for the 2010/ 11 premier league... it's shopping! And Coffee! and Pampering! with our girlfriends!

As our men get themselves ready on a Saturday morning we have a WHOLE day to do whatever we like! We can go for a morning jog, have brunch with our best girlfriends, shop in Windsor (or in my case, window shop), have coffee in Starbucks and get home just in time to welcome our men home with arms wide open to congratulate them/ consolidate them over the game result. Having quickly popped on the Chelsea TV to know EXACTLY what happened and WHY that player got sent off and WHO scored that AMAZING goal.

See where I am going with this?


And the men shall realise, wow, football is great but I'm glad I have my lovely wife/ girlfriend to come home to after a hard day at the ground. And although the man shall never openly admit it to their partner, they will come to realise that in time, although their team may have their ups and their downs, their girl will always consistently be there for them when they get home, a smiley, happy face and they shall turn to one another and whisper, "I know I say that football is the most important thing in my life, but i really mean that my woman is". And the men shall nod, in agreement.


We can but dream. Coffee tomorrow girls?

He IS into you

You're the exception to the rule. You are.

- ButDunc, thank you for saving me from becoming truley suicidal today.

It's just.. a little crush

You are so cute. and your laugh is really endearing. I know you like winding me up and I know you can see me blushing every time that you do. I can hear you laughing when you read my emails, but i can't see your face from where i am. You come and shout "playground" nonsense at me throughout the day. I can't help but smile. You say you're busy, then why do you keep hovering at my door? you started the teasing, you send the emails and you come to me like a little lost puppy making jokes and laughing. you call my phone unnecessarily, you gave me a stupid nickname. But actually I probably have a bigger crush on you, than you do me.

A Cheap Date

I would never use my sexuality as a weapon to get what I want, however, I can't help but say that being a woman does have it's advantages.

Today I had to swap my car (Emily) as she needed to be repaired following the crash. My car rental guy (PINK if you refer back to older blogs) said the damage was probably 200-300 myr.

He swapped the cars today and rather than giving me a shitty proton wira he gave me a nice nissan to mooch about in. Sweet. However, just now he text me saying, he needed the car back.. hu? BUT Emily was ready - but at what cost i thought?

10 bucks apparently - he did something on the sly for me through a mate and Emily will be back with me, good as new tomorrow - all for 10 bucks! I guess I'll just have to take him out for makan as a thank you... so I get to save 300 bucks and he gets a free date - everyone is happy :P

Love Lost

I think that old saying is true, when you stop looking, then suddenly, you are in demand.

Have been trying really hard (as sad as it sounds) not to socialise with new groups of friends as this happened in HK before I left and it made it even harder to go, having found more friends.

It's kinda the same with men. I met this really hot guy it Zouk a couple of weeks back. He called and asked me out and I kind of blew him off. I mean, I was busy but i could have tried harder to see him. And the weird thing was i totally digged him. I guess i was just a bit scared. I freak out when guys like me and i never know what to do. Hidden behind all the dirty sex talk is still quite a naive, shy girl.

Then there is this broker i liked the moment i set eyes on but he seemed kinda shy and uninterested so i didn't bother doing anything about it (not quite sure what i would have done anyway). so then today, he emails me this:



I was sorry not to see you last night with the others, guess you're the sensible one.

I also heard you plan to leave KL and was disappointed to hear that also.

Let me know if you have time sometime, I would like to buy you coffee.



Hhhmm. I only met him a few times to discuss clients and made small talk in the lift (we work in the same building). Is this a chat up or just friendly i wonder?

The others he was referring to were my two new larger louts in the office. Both of which are cute and both of which I'd quite happily date if the opportunity had of arisen. I didn't go out with them because, well I was supposed to be seeing KiwiBoy but also... I'm kind of afraid to enjoy new company... because i think deep down inside I'm scared I've made the wrong decision to leave.

On the other hand, I'm also scared that I'll fall for one of these guys. Despite how much i moan to Bombies and ND and H about how desperate I am to get laid, deep inside, i really just wanna wait for Mada... it's been 8 years... surely I can hold on for another 5 weeks?

The Trophy (ex) Girlfriend

If you once dated a really hot girl but are no longer with her you cannot "trophy" her. You can have a "Trophy" Girlfriend but not a Trophy (ex) Girlfriend.

WHY?

Because of the following:

1) You introduce her to your friends and they all think "lucky fucker" - you didn't manage to keep her though did you?

OR

2) You introduce her to your friends and they all think "lucky fucker" - why on earth did you dump her?


In Conclusion: You look like a prick and the "ex" has Dumpees Revenge ;)