Made a trip to Vienna last weekend to visit my littl' sis' who is bumming around on an internship trying to be a lawyer there; and went bananas in duty free when we realized we were flying out of EU (via Zurich) so i picked up 200 Vogue Menthols - my favourite cigarette of the moment. They are long and thin and minty, which i hold delicately trying to look like Sophia Loren.
Cheap Killers.
The indoor smoking culture is alive and well in Austria happy to say, so my anorexic fags went well with the worlds BEST Bellini I had at American Bar
The bar is 1909 original, dark green marble, natty little curtains around the lights and tiny.
The cocktail was anything but tiny though, the widest largest Champagne Goblet filled up with sparkling liquor. Mutti had a hardcore Champagne Cocktail. Noxious but satisfying.
The experience was nicely topped off by some Austrian man action, straight out of late 80's. This bloke was rammed up next to me at the bar, leaning his back into mine, drinking some standard Gruner Veltliner. The best bit was the long haired blonde in a trench coat then loudly said (Germanic Style) "English is my Passion!" Errr. ok . Now fuck off.
Next stop was top floor sparkly bar at Do Co Hotel off Stephansplatz Where an interesting silver fox Americano in black cowboy boots had his hand firmly on his wet-look legging wearing 'friend'. Funny. Even more when she pissed off and then he got on the phone to his mate in Texas saying "I gotta tell you this man, you'll never believe what's happened....."
you bet I won't.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Monday, 22 June 2009
Influenzed
Having been struck down with a dodgy eye infection and swollen glands has been a complete disaster not just for my sight but for my social life, which is going down the pan with the dregs of the rose that has been in the fridge for weeks.
No shopping, no food in the cupboards, no men.
Gruesome and painful; I cancelled a date because I was worried about freaking the guy out with my pop-eye.
As well as applying for a job in Zurich (the best place to live in the entire world according to Monocle magazine www.monocle.com) and getting on well with mysinglebestmateneedsadate.com my hopes were dashed twice in one week: no dream job in design in Swizzerland, and no illicit snog over a mojito. no no no.
No shopping, no food in the cupboards, no men.
Gruesome and painful; I cancelled a date because I was worried about freaking the guy out with my pop-eye.
As well as applying for a job in Zurich (the best place to live in the entire world according to Monocle magazine www.monocle.com) and getting on well with mysinglebestmateneedsadate.com my hopes were dashed twice in one week: no dream job in design in Swizzerland, and no illicit snog over a mojito. no no no.
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Boyz II Men
Recent events have 'got me to thinking' about male maturity.
According to general web research, some very dubious looking American "doctors" one called Dr. Sharon; Physical maturity does not necessarily mean Mental maturity.
So, boys mature at a slower rate than girls, and are still not mentally with-it until possibly 25! Based on this perhaps you could say that's why the sensible ladies of the world will bag a man about 6 to 8 years older than themselves, to make sure they're on the same level and not going out with a Teenager.
But where does that leave the girls that want a young whippersnapper? Do we have to make major allowances for the under-25, or simply keep them as part-time lovers, for a casual frolick?
My mid30's bloke friend says it's my fault for going out with boys and not men. Fine. But then he added that it is easier to impress a boy. Am I taking a bus down easy-street? It doesn't bloody feel like it.
According to general web research, some very dubious looking American "doctors" one called Dr. Sharon; Physical maturity does not necessarily mean Mental maturity.
So, boys mature at a slower rate than girls, and are still not mentally with-it until possibly 25! Based on this perhaps you could say that's why the sensible ladies of the world will bag a man about 6 to 8 years older than themselves, to make sure they're on the same level and not going out with a Teenager.
But where does that leave the girls that want a young whippersnapper? Do we have to make major allowances for the under-25, or simply keep them as part-time lovers, for a casual frolick?
My mid30's bloke friend says it's my fault for going out with boys and not men. Fine. But then he added that it is easier to impress a boy. Am I taking a bus down easy-street? It doesn't bloody feel like it.
Sunday, 3 May 2009
Toss-pot Radar
Given my adventures in modern romance recently, I can make the following observations:
1. Men are generally tossers. With some exceptions (some good friends boyfriends), Boy-behaviour is difficult to predict, random and odd.
2. Boys can not organize themselves, even if their lives depended on it. My late dad's much used saying 'he couldn't organize a piss up in a brewery' comes to mind. And dad was a brewer so he should know.
3. Modern technology fucks with your brain. Text and email flirting should be treated with caution. Don't allow yourself to get sucked into the thought that if a boy texts you endlessley; turns you on with texts and little quips about life in boy-land, that they could actually do the same in reality. Beware of a let down in physical reality. Maybe this is the modern boy?
So, the toss-pot radar is back up and running.
Time wasters need not apply.
1. Men are generally tossers. With some exceptions (some good friends boyfriends), Boy-behaviour is difficult to predict, random and odd.
2. Boys can not organize themselves, even if their lives depended on it. My late dad's much used saying 'he couldn't organize a piss up in a brewery' comes to mind. And dad was a brewer so he should know.
3. Modern technology fucks with your brain. Text and email flirting should be treated with caution. Don't allow yourself to get sucked into the thought that if a boy texts you endlessley; turns you on with texts and little quips about life in boy-land, that they could actually do the same in reality. Beware of a let down in physical reality. Maybe this is the modern boy?
So, the toss-pot radar is back up and running.
Time wasters need not apply.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
From Russia with love.
When embarking on a language course, like I did back in September 2008, there is always a possibility for renewed or new skills, a more cosmopolitan outlook on the world or just the potential for meeting men. Which was my reason.
It hasn't really worked. But I have made a few observations along the way.
The language choice - I think most euro-language students are middle class, failed French/Spanish/Italian (delete as necessary) students, who want to "refresh" their skills before going off the the Cote d'Azur/Costa Brava/Amalfi coast on their summer break. I am probably one of them.
Heading east it's possible to find some interesting types in slavic studies or in my case Russian. However, the more Odd the language....the more Odd the student. So if you can balance off a bit of geek, academic or partial lunatic with intellect and humour.....go east.
Maybe this is where I went wrong?
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