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Sunday, 21 September 2014

More Rich idiot 2 - The LOVE game.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gracie!!!!!!!! I am so happy and feel so alive. A lust list!! Is beautiful this lust list! Something new, how you say – a novelty! I feel so excited! My feelings make my feet tap under the desk. We have so much to discuss and play with. We both have dating double life. It is a true double life with dates, rich men and now hot men too. This is even better than I could imagine. By day we dabble (I like this word) in dullness and by night we have lust lists. I need to write a lust list just to say I have written one.


I had to stop typing because one of the girls came over and peered at me. She noticed my leg, how you say juddering, and asked what was going on. My eyes went wide and I said, ‘I just made one hundred payments!’ My voice was high and filled with great joy. She did not believe me because she rolled her eyes but I know she is scouting for gossip. The other women glanced at me before they sent her over. She has the smallest bottom so had no issue leaving the chair. If they had any clue about our double lives then I would be centre of all the gossips. I probably am their gossip focus already because my knickers remain fresh and white because boyfriend keeps buying and buying. ‘Here darling another lace thong.’

‘Thank you your thong buying highness!’ It seems lace thongs have been bought as priority over food. A decorated Russian bottom paraded rather than buy a decent meal? Men always amaze me in the order that their brains work. Sex, food, sleep. Simple. Dick, stomach, rest.


Oh dear the women all type fast and watch me. Bloody, bloody hell! How terrible... Grey-knicker wobbly bottom women watching my every move, they are all discussing whether there is gossip. War of the over washed-knicker worlds! This is like gossip vultures all waiting and watching from the tree. I am innocent animal that they wait to swoop on when I have moment of weakness. I will fend them off with lust list written neatly on ‘To do list book’. You know when I look at these women I feel sorry because I bet they have not felt desire or passion for years. Flannel pyjamas and giant underwear keeps their men in sheds playing and away from them! No wonder men invest in model train sets and small gadgets... What else can they play with other than dick?


Right lust list time... I have to make payments now and try to get to one hundred before they check on me... Bloody! Bloody! Bloody! Oh and Siberian village send regards. They said they are looking forward to next dating instalment. They were very sad about Andreas and his Christmas Eve cocktail sausage slipping in direction of other woman. Shame he did not slip on own sausage and squash it!


Hello Eva,

I am between calculations at the moment. I thought I would rapid type just a quick elaboration on what I realised about my relationship approach while I was away. It seems I have been seeking out a man for a long-term relationship based on all the things I ‘should’ want. Do I really want them? Where did I get these ‘shoulds’ from? Then I realised that we are all set Hollywood criteria and fairytale ‘Happy Ever Afters’. Why? I have a sneaky feeling it is to do with the fact that it controls society. People stay in shyte relationships for economic reasons and fear of being alone. Also women don’t want to be the source of scathing gossip from fat, bitchy women whose husbands gain more pleasure playing with a small train than having passionate intimacy with them. Dark eh? All these comments about single people having something wrong with them. All this bitchiness about how they spend so much time on how they look and what do we see from the other side of the single coin? People who have become complacent of the person they fell in love with. Where there was once passion, now there is child vomit and flannel pyjamas. No wonder they resort to gossip. I hope I never take for-granted any man that I fall passionately in love with.


I came to the conclusion that lust is beautiful because it takes you into the body and drives you towards desire. Why are we made to feel guilty about natural instinct? Passion comes from somewhere – it is life force and there are times when a woman simply needs a bloody good snog and a pair of pectoral perfectus to caress. They will often belong to a younger man who is not nasally hair challenged like the older ones... Some people might say this is a bit ‘cougar’ yet while I was laying on a sun lounger being massaged by a rather attractive young man – it dawned on me. Who said it was right that stinky, hairy men with cash had the right to date young totty because they have wealth? Why do people sneer at women with younger men when those younger men are searching for learning and understanding on how to truly love and honour a woman’s body? Who is there to teach men properly about how to respect and truly pleasure a woman’s body? How many of them actually know it takes around twenty minutes to bring a woman to a heightened sexual state and there we are Boom – a blown out sausage wonder in less than a quarter of that time! Amazing. Someone needs to get porn off the internet and provide proper learning to both sexes about the pleasure of the body rather than diagrams of where to shove a tampon given by a female teacher with a moustashe!


In the meantime, some clever nostril-hair-clad rich old bloke got all the old boys together and got them to ‘cash in’ on the stupid idea of female beauty exchange for old fart finance. ‘Let’s persuade women to tolerate all our dull unfulfilling chatter and arthritis because we can pay for a decent meal. ‘We will set the rules because we pay and they will admire us! It is fair exchange chaps! Tally-ho!’


I thought about the rich idiots I dated who believed they had power over me because they had money. I explained to each of them that I assumed that wealthy men would be of high intelligence and provide great insight. I did not need their money because I have money so there is no power dynamic, so why do I have to play by these shyte rules? I am sure that impressed them.


So I came to the conclusion during the massage that for a woman to truly be herself she must love herself completely and not allow herself to tolerate that which does not make her heart shine and glow. She needs to connect to her true femininity and embody it. I was reading a book about embodying the sacred feminine along with another book about ignoring fairytales. It then got me thinking about how we are fed fairytales of wealthy princes. Clever isn’t it? Persuasion from the beginning to be saved by a rich prince. If this does not happen then you fail. Earn your love by being beautiful. In the meantime, someone with a persuasive voice advised women ‘you know you can get really nice shoes if you tolerate an old man because he can buy you stuff. Both sides were benefitted – nice shoes in exchange for rancid nostril hair tolerance. And so the dynamic continues – the old financial fart exchange. Both parties know the financial fart exchange stinks but both ignore the smell because money is involved! All these ideals make me go - Grrrr!!!! Rant. Rant. Rant!



While I was by the pool, I watched a prunesque old bloke with white chest hair and leopard skin trunks flaunt his bustily-modified girlfriend who was definitely twenty years his junior. She strutted while he surreptitiously passed wind. He had no control. It was so weird when he was doing breast-stroke in the pool and a trail of bubbles rose to the surface with every kick. The air was filled with the aroma of intestinal sulphur. And she had to put up with that in exchange for cash and body modification. She was his status symbol and he was her income. Errch... I just realised ‘in come’ there we are – there is the fluid financial exchange!


I will send you the LUST list shortly... I have realised something big. It seems that youth is exchanged as a commodity. What a superficial world. Does no one truly know how to love in the deepest sense? What has become of the value of maturity and wisdom? I realise that I am superficial in some ways; although I have been out with people sixteen years my senior and ten years my junior. I love the insight from the ones who were actual gentleman and the advanced conversations. The unfortunate truth is that I am too energetic for them and they often nod off before anything amorous takes place. The younger chaps are fun and full of energy and you can do lots of activities but lack the maturity to provide insight. Where is the happy medium without the baggage? After all of this reading and massaging I realised I like being single and having freedom. This whole dating lark is an adventure really. It provides a great deal of learning about others and myself.



Who should be chasing who?

Who should be chasing who?

In this brave new digital world, where we select potential mates from a digital domain based on images and profile, it seems that a whole new host of confusion has developed. There is an endless supply of options in a fickle fantastical environment and when those options don’t work out then there is always another and another. With that in mind, originally couples would date, adapt and work out their differences. In many cases they developed acceptance, tolerance and patience. So what has happened in the digital era? The individual has become digitally disposable and replaced instantly by a new dating avatar.
Consider how quickly change takes place in our environment and this is happening within the digital dating world. Numerous people I have dated and friends I know can have up to ten people on the go all at the same time. They are working by numbers. The question then becomes if you keep eating chocolate how can you taste a good one? This applies to dating, after a while one loses sight of what is good and who is right for them. It is the cliché of not being able to see the wood for the dating trees. With all this disposability then where is the chase? Is there a chase or is it too easy to move on? What is it that makes people worthwhile? How does a man demonstrate his worthiness? What makes you decide on a person when they could be deciding on ten others? In truth, constant rejection and repeating dating cycles of disposability is damaging. Why should anyone have to chase to prove they are worthy? One of the beautiful women I worked with became so desperate because she had not heard from a person she dates that she phoned a mobile company to check whether the whole network was down. Yes!!! Imagine!!! With this in mind, I suggest a new approach. Don’t chase, have faith in your value – make an effort; however, you know if someone is half hearted. I would say after two unanswered texts – do not humiliate yourself or chase.  Also for those ladies who are likely to become psycho and get very easily tempted – delete the number and maintain your dignity. Endless texting will not endear you to anyone. The truth is – if someone values you they will make an effort. If both parties make and effort then there is the potential for a proper relationship.
Chasing is boring, why not try a new approach - develop yourself, love yourself and know you are good enough. Be out in the environment, shine and talk to people. People gravitate to those who genuinely like themselves. When you love who you are – not in a vain way – in an unconditional way – then your whole demeanour states you are ready and deserving of love. Strangely, when you reach that point you do not need to attract it externally and that is often when it comes along.
Think of all the good relationships you have had – how did they arrive in your life? I am sure that life is an intelligent force. There are people around us all the time – there are so many potential people to meet, if you are open and friendly. You don’t have to hide behind a screen. Plus the only way you truly know if you are attracted is how your body feels. Tick lists from endless profiles result in discontent. I am not saying that people do not meet through the internet; however, unless the new potential partner removes their profile once you reach the second stage, then there will be endless temptation. There is always someone better. My advice is be content with what you have now accept being happy whether you are in a relationship or single. Stop chasing people who are not reciprocating, it is a waste of energy and if you do need to use the internet accept you have entered a sausage factory filled with endless digital dreams. Ultimately love comes without a chase – it is a mutual unconditional attraction – there should be no chase.


Thursday, 18 September 2014 - dating Book2 -The LOVE game. - Dating
The LOVE game.


Happy New Year Gracie!!! Welcome back to Winter Wonder England. Did you like my Russian play on words? How many glamorous blonde Russian women do you know who can play with English language and make brilliance with their sentence? I am not showing usual modesty because I am feeling very proud! You know I almost said welcome back to Winter Wonder Bra but that would involve up-lift with icicle hanging from nipple. Frozen bosom is not nice image for anyone. Erect nipples often cause embarrassment but large icicles sticking out would draw big attention. People would notice and do strange eye thing at each other. Of course some men would stop and stare – as if they need any excuse!


Now I have question – the word icicle... How does that work because you ice a cake don’t you? So would you ice a nipple too? It sounds similar does it not? Ici-nipple. I am just thinking out loud about strange English sayings. The English language is so fanny!


Anyway, I missed you while you were away. Poor liar boyfriend from rich idiot site has no money and asked me to lend him some to buy food. I can’t even pay bloody electricity bill. Choice boyfriend’s food or electricity?


Work was boring and there were no decent gossips. Women in office suffer from post-Christmas fattyness and bloated bottoms get stuck in chairs. One woman went to stand up and chair stayed firmly fixed on squidgy behind. When she sat down again there was loud – how you say – raspberry noise. No one said anything. We all silently side-glanced as she tried to pretend nothing had happened. I thought such incident would make you raise a newly spa’d eyebrow!


Anyway, I want to know about Miami and if you made a new man tick list for this year. It is time for us to focus on finding you the right exciting man. As you say, let’s get the Rocky music on and have you back in the ring. Forget about Andreas and his stupid penis brain. You might have got knocked out in first round by him but you now know how he punches – with small dick. You know his game but he does not know yours. Oh I did small clap. I am joggling in my seat. That is new word combination that I think should be added to dictionary. Small jog with moving arms and wiggling on seat! Anyway you can use your dating ‘game’ knowledge to your advantage and rise again (I looked up ‘dating game’ on web – provides very interesting stories).


Anyway, you know we need dating entertainment and analysis to get us through boring days. This time of year is when gyms are filled with squidgy shaking bottoms and everyone pretends to eat fruit but hide in toilet cubicles sneaking cake... So I need you here doing more dating disasters. We need to discuss analyse and learn new things about men, wealth and life! I can’t bear the bulbus bottom brigade (this is your saying – I wrote it down). I need a distraction. Oh what fun! La, la, laaaaaaaaaaaaaa!


I made another small clap. Three grey-knicker women in office jumped at the sound. All three chairs went in air with their fat bottoms. This could be dangerous situation, we might need first aider and goose fat to get them out at home time! Horrible thought – applying goose fat to wobbly grey-knicker bottoms!



Dear Eva, I am BACK! Oh that is so FANNY!!!! Ha! Ha! Ha! My darling it is funny. Fanny is a lady’s undercarriage – the pleasure part. My goodness I have missed your turn of phrase and your very special worldview. In fact it is a few weeks since I spat my drink at a computer screen and the first thing I did this morning was read your mail and spit my coffee. I am sure my colleagues must be impressed. They must think it is my return from holiday ritual!


I have never noticed wobbling bottoms at the gym but no doubt they are going to draw my attention daily from now on. It will be like watching jelly on a washing machine during a spin cycle. It is the time of year where people make their gym attempts – sweat too much and realise they don’t like turning purple in public.


Eva, I have so much to tell you and I am already smirking about icicles sticking out bras. The funny thing is I have only been away ten days and I have over a thousand work emails to wade through. Of course I read yours first! I put you at the top of the priority list. I hope that makes you feel special against the different investigations, metrics and formulae already pursuing me. I can feel the mental asteroids circling.


Well having a break did something. I saw a new life perspective while I ogled fit men and was massaged by one particular hotty, which resulted in a bit of a holiday romance. This then revealed a whole world of potential and I have now developed two lists - imagine!

So here we are - the ideal man list and The LUST LIST!!!. I was going to call the latter the sexy sausage list but something in the word lust combined with list sent tingles down my spine. I love lists and lust combined... Oh another moment of inspiration just hit like lightening - The LOVE LIST & The LUST LIST. Yey!!!!! I am yeying at the desk. Who does that? Me apparently. Yey, yey and triple lusty lovey yey!!!!


You might ask what is the lust list? The criteria and parameters for this list is purely for ‘play time.’ I realised on holiday that I have been taking this dating malarchy far too seriously. The criteria are specific; there is certainly no a hint of nasal hair on the owner of a perfectly musculated arm! What a revelation. A woman can have a lust list in her ‘tick list / to do book!’ Amazing or what? I never realised that lists moved beyond work so well!


Right Eva I will have to get on with some work because that is apparently why I come to this place (other than aggravate the crap out of my work colleagues). Oh God, I have to wade through numerous dull emails; however, I have the potential for loads of literary ranting today. I have so much to tell you and my rapid typing fingers have rested over the ten days! I think I can beat my ninety words a minute record. Steam may come from the keyboard! And.... Well Abdi and Greg may well be curious. They were so sweet when I returned because the team did a mini Miami wave. It is slightly different to the Mexican wave. They all joined hands and undulated across their bodies in a wave. Then sang ‘Yey she returned... She did ney get pale face burned. Instead she is here with millions of emails – oh dear! Maybe we should get her a beer!’ To finish the whole celebration Greg and Abdi stood up and did a German bottom slapping dance. It was well choreographed and quite a show! This is why I love my team. They are nuts!

Talk soon after my numerous email endeavours!


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Ruby Writes Books: Can the good guy get the girl?

Ruby Writes Books: Can the good guy get the girl?: Lately I have met some absolutely lovely men. Really caring, great fun, of average looks and really nice. So... Yep you guessed it - they ar...

Can the good guy get the girl?

Lately I have met some absolutely lovely men. Really caring, great fun, of average looks and really nice. So... Yep you guessed it - they are single. Why are they single? Really why are they single? In their opinion, they are just too nice. They get walked over and they are just not a challenge. Could this actually be true? Does a woman want a nice guy or is she too busy attracting dicks or chasing knob-tastic nit-wits?

For a few days I thought about this conundrum. It then occurred to me - were the nice guys demonstrating their masculinity? Could a guy be nice and manly? The answer is yes - I had to take a walk around my office complex to determine that there were plenty. So that then lead me to the question: has something gone wrong in society where arsehole equals a real man? Does the more a man dip his dickie doughnut make him more masculine and desirable? Unfortunately there is something in that - the more a man plays women, the more women seem to want him. It is alpha-malism and the desire for a woman to try and tame him. To be honest I just don't get it. I find men who are 'easy' uninteresting. Funnily enough all men have dicks - not a surprise - so I am stimulated by the beauty of the brain and the personality - not what just lurks in their hot dog hammocks.

Back on track from the sausage deviation - in all the films - the good guy gets the girl. So what about the reality? What does a good guy have to do to get the right girl? I know I am an idealist - I wish there were great rewards for lovely men who remain gentleman and treat others with respect... My God is it too much to ask?

Again, I took this concept away and thought about it. I thought of all the great men I work with who won women over. I thought of all those in beautiful and loving relationships I knew and you know what? Every female I know who has a wonderful relationship is with a good and nice guy. They may have dated complete imbeciles; however, something shifted and the girl recognised the beautiful qualities of the 'good guy'.

Soooooooooooooo.... I thought I would ask what it was that turned them to the nice guy. Here is the answer: there is only so much shit you can take from an arsehole. You can attract them over and over again. Then one day you think - what am I doing? It is then that the nice guy shines. He treats the woman well (please note for the nice guys reading this - it will take patience. If a woman has been out with endless wombats then it will be alien for her to be treated well at first). He buys her flowers and he completely loves her. She feels loved and cared for. The only thing that will drive her away is neediness. If you nice guys out there manage to give this lady a little space and keep your desperation directed at hobbies then you will win the woman over in the end. There is nothing more repulsive that desperation combined with body odour. Well there are a few things - but I can leave that to your imagination. Anyway with all this in mind - those good guys out there - keep going. Make friends with the woman first, get to know her and then slowly make your feelings known.

For all those women dating wombats and complete arseholes - stop. Give a good guy a try. It will change your world. Why keep chasing people who aren't going to treat you well?

Anyway - good luck to you all and feel good enough inside to be with the woman / man you deserve:)