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Left to my own devices

So the new book doesn’t offer up all that much advice about how to behave around men. She does, rather awesomely, give advice on advancing your career, decorating your apartment, investing in the stockmarket and entertaining at home as according to her you can’t be a truly happy and attractive single woman unless you’re living [...]

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A step too far

There’s a whole section in Sex and the Single Girl on how to meet men. Places include work, bars, sporting events, dinner parties and… AA meetings. I shit you not. Now, I don’t want anyone to doubt my dedication to the project, but I’m going to have to draw the line at sneaking into an [...]

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A lovely collection

Well, folks, I’ve done it: “There should be at least two men desiring you at one time – more if you are very skillful or fortunate” This has proved trickier than one would hope but I’ve finally managed to collect a coterie of men (just at the point when I have to switch books). There’s [...]

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Falling from new heights

In the spirit of embracing new things and creating a more exciting and glamorous Flapper-esque lifestyle for myself, I agreed to do a flying trapeze class on Monday. I was meant to stay in on Sunday night and read something edifying and clean my flat, but instead my flatmate and I went out and drank [...]

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Just a jealous guy…

Sorry I’ve been M.I.A. – it was a long weekend and I essentially declared war on my liver for three days. One of the skirmishes involved the Triathlete. So we were meant to go out on Saturday night – I’d even booked a bloody table at a semi-pretentious cocktail bar – but at 11am on the day, [...]

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Inciting…indifference

In preparation for next week’s dates (the Triathlete on Saturday and a charming sailing-enthusiast on Wednesday) I was flipping through the Technique and this line caught my eye: “Let your relations with men leave memories of seething fury and hatred rather than embarrassment.” It got me thinking about my past, er, relations with men and [...]

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Butt me.

Look what best friend found! A flapper’s dictionary! It’s pretty much the best thing ever. In order to fully immerse myself in the 1920s mentality, I’m going to try to work at least one of these words into conversation every day. It’ll be like that time I tried to start a comeback for the phrase [...]

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The evil eye

No date to report on, I’m afraid – Triathlete couldn’t make Sunday in the end (there was mention of a business trip to Geneva Monday morning but I suspect he was just unhappy about having been allocated such a poor day of the week) so now we’ve rescheduled for next Saturday. I’m trying to work [...]

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Speakeasy

Tuesday night I decided to pick a fight with the Triathlete. Well, not a fight as such, but I did decide he needed a bit of a slap with a kid leather glove or a tumbler of gin tossed in his face or whatever it was that women did to show their displeasure in the 1920s. Bust [...]

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A brief aside

I’ve decided to switch dating websites as the one I was using had been filling me with increasing and near-constant anxiety. Every morning I approached my hotmail account with heavy dread, steeling myself for whatever fresh hell awaited me. Don’t get me wrong – I scored a few dates off of it and there were definitely some attractive [...]

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