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Sunday, 27 December 2015

Love Hunt II - The Love Game in Animation

 
 
 
Love Hunt: Dating Game Audiobook
 


Come on admit it - as much as we deny it - we ladies like a good love hunt.

We have tick lists, ideals, and we hunt in high-heeled packs. Of course, we're all hunting for that elusive right man who ticks every box and even has tidy nostril hair. Okay maybe not you, but you know other ladies who love the hunt.
Well, it's time for Eva and Gracie to love hunt, and their "targets" are rich men - the golden sperm. Such exciting escapades would provide the pair with entertaining discussions during their dull office hours - or so they thought. What they did not anticipate was the discovery of the "booby man"; humorous but very hard truths about wealth, themselves, power; and the RichIdiot.com phenomenon.
The question remains: can love really be hunted?
 
 Love Hunt II: The Love Game: Richidiot.com, Book 2 | Ruby Allure
The Love Hunt has returned. Gracie is back on the dating horse after a huge fall in her first tick-list-tastic love hunt.
Her new dating adventures take her and Eva into the depths of "the love game".
In the meantime, Eva, the ultimate Russian gold digger, has come to the conclusion that her poor "village idiot boyfriend" will never be enough. He will certainly not pay off her accumulating debts. She needs a rich man, and that means rich idiot dating.
In The Love Game, Eva and Gracie travel the journey of extreme love learning. On the way, they will discover their love and lust lists, their intrinsic issues, and experience some hilarious and jaw-dropping dates in pursuit of the wealthy ideal.
All of this in the pursuit of love.
The Love Hunt II is on!

 

Sunday, 15 November 2015

It's Your Last Chance - Day 7 of 7 for Love Hunt 2 posts.



Eva – really!!! There you are bouncing your bust around the fat arsed brigade and you are telling me to be kind! On a daily basis you are showing them how unsexy they are. That is also unkind. I also agree with what you say about our differences. That is what intrigues me about you. I really have no clue what goes on in your head in comparison to mine. I could never flaunt my ‘wares’ so obviously. That is why I find you fascinating – you really enjoy using your assets to piss women off. I find that hysterical!

 

Anyway, I couldn’t say anything to the ghost of diet hell past. For a start I had chocolate in my hand. Being caught with chocolate in the hand by those who have done diet hell past is a crime punishable by public facial waxing! Eating sugar shows weakness! No matter how small the piece of chocolate is there will be a tutt or a ‘I see your weakness’ look and you will feel fat emerging from every pore as you balloon in public. That is how it is... the brain washing. Weakness is chocolate – strength is celery... I hate bloody celery too! The choco-krypto-nite.

 

Anyway let’s talk about other nicer things. I feel bad enough. I saw her walking along the corridor and her trousers look like they have a skid-mark travelling towards her knee. Why does no-one tell her? Probably for the same reason that I did not run up to her and say hi – it looks like you have a skid-mark on your trousers... Oh this is so immature! I am a professional woman discussing skid-marks! Where is the class in that? There is only arse in that! There is only posterial postulation in that. See how one can evolve crassity (this is not a real word) into enlightened thought of marking of brown substance at exaggerated speed.

 

In terms of news from rich men, I have to admit that I have been avoiding the dating site through the devastation of the built up hopes experienced in past dating disasters. I am almost scared to go on there and meet another opportunist or sex-pest. I know that all men are not the same and there are genuine ones out there but learning how to filter them is the difficulty. I guess that is where discernment comes in. The men on the wealthy website seem so well versed in their spiel. I always believe it because I talk the truth. I assume that others do that too because I never saw the point in telling lies. It is as if these chaps have developed a ‘convince the woman into bed’ script with specific lines that result in a toad finding a comfortable hole.

 

Anyway enough of dating. No doubt it will happen again soon. Anyway since I have been back I have noticed a few changes in the office. It seems like the office pervert has upped his game and brought a kind of hair piece. I think he is having a bit of a post-mid-life crisis. He keeps approaching the photocopier when the young temps are there. He reminds me of a big bad wolf dribbling over his potential prey. The petite little twenty-somethings scramble off as soon as he approaches with his pervacious drooling smile. He has a new tactic too – he asks them if they know how to unjam the photocopier, which of course involves them bending over. Then he admires them in their newly vulnerable position. He has noticed me watching him. He frowned earlier when he became aware of me watching whilst touch typing simultaneously. I increased the rapid type as he repeated his hunt on a newbie. Another time I shot him in the forehead with an elastic band and pretended it wasn’t me. He knows I am onto him. I just don’t know how to turn the situation around – so that the situation is reversed. I will enjoy planning that one. I love it when the predator becomes the prey!

 

Another new eventuality – we now have an office sexual fantasy for the women. He arrived today – yippee! This chap has been transferred from a contingency department across the hall. He is tall, has broad shoulders, pecs and large arms. He wears tight trousers and strolls about the room with one of those smiles that melts cheese. He reminds me of the young Elvis crossed with the body of the statue of David, however, there appears to be plenty of package potential or that he is warming his brie baguette in his trousers. You can’t help but notice the additional lunch in those tight suit trousers. When he walks past women rotate on their chairs and the intensity of typing increases. What a pleasant change for us ladies to have something to look at. Adbi and Greg, think is disgusting how the women giggle and are unable to construct sentences in his presence.

 

Anyway, the female office hotty on this side of the room has him firmly set in her breastial sights. When I say sights, it is as if she is rotating her female artillery in his direction while she stands with her hands on hips. She is working on establishing her role as alpha female. In the same way as you have defied boosooka gravity, the breast display has been upped in the attention game. Also Boobilesque Bertha senses the competition and seems to be moving through the office more hurriedly of late. The increased jiggling to jug ratio has peaked. The boys over here are happyily consumed by the hotty hypnosis. You know I never would have thought that my days at work would result in tit-trending and establishing mesmerisation techniques between men and women in an office. It is below the belt baguettery versus the bumper bosom bonanza. Obviously my work is not terribly fulfilling or challenging of late. It just seems to be numbers noise in the form of higher management metrics and financial reporting. I guess I have post-holiday blues. So at least I have a distraction. I think I will have to come up with another innovation to distract me. They weren’t terribly excited by the stress pod idea when I came up with silent booths to alleviate stress using inflatable baseball bats and blow-up people that you can attach a face to. Also the giant bubble wrap cubicle fell on deaf innovative ideas too. They want all these ideas but only want ones that make money. What they have not considered is when people become stressed they become ill and that is where they lose money. If we had instant stress relief then there would be less illness. Oh and the corner punch bags were considered too violent! Boo! Instead they have invested in numerous plastic plants. How does a plastic plant relieve stress?

Gracie.

 

Hello Gracie,

Can you let me into your office? I need to see new office sexual fantasy and enter the arranged breast arena. Can you make medal so that we can all compete? I like idea of giant bubble wrap but not punch bags. That is too much. Women punching bags in corner. Next you will have a ring and women hitting each other with designer handbags. Violence does not solve anything. Right I am on my way over, I have some files that I can pretend to bring to your desk. I will smile a lot and we will see what happens. I am also wearing very short skirt and high heels! On my way!

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

You want more??? Okay... Love Hunt 2 Day 4



I feel sad for woman with flatulence husband but she would not have been at a beautiful hotel without him. She would probably work as waitress. She would not have been able to afford beautiful clothes and her body perfection has been paid for. Without him she would not be living such a lifestyle. I see what she has sacrificed to get what she needs. Many women do this. Which is better? Make sacrifice to get what you want and a lifestyle you desire or work hard but never get anywhere? Not everyone is super intelligent and can have good jobs. Others have different assets. She had beauty that she invested in to get a better return. Her beauty has enabled her a carefree lifestyle with manicures and massages. This is what I dream of. Do you see my side now? I would put up with nostril hair and rancid fart for beautiful lifestyle. Sad isn’t it. I don’t want to work and work like a dog making shyte payments. I want to be pampered. I want to be the princess!

How are your team?

Eva

 

Hello Eva,

I understand what you are saying but it is technically prostitution in that you compromise yourself in exchange for a commodity. I understand that people have different talents, yet maybe she has some unrealised talent which she could contribute to the world rather than sexually service an old chap in leopard skin budgie smugglers. I don’t know her full story and it is not for me to judge. In truth I was more horrified by his intestinal jet propulsion through the swimming pool.

 

Oh it seems that the naughty boys really have missed me. They have not tried to annoy me once and Abdi actually smiled and patted me like a dog. He said ‘welcome back, I have missed my wing-woman and I even have saved you a bounty chocolate from the Christmas celebrations chocolates. It is the only flavour I don’t like so I saved it for you.’

 

Imagine Abdi actually shared something with me... Astounding! He is also the only person I have seen lose weight over Christmas. Something is going on. He has a look in his eye which suggests ‘naughty and determined.’ That combination of traits is something I have not seen in him before. I sense danger, predatory sausage and a couple of new women in the office. It seems the office hotty has competition. Not only has Boobilicious Beth been trumped because there is a new oriental woman who is stunning. Across the way there is a pristine blonde with a slow motion hair-flick and one of those white shirts that reveals the details of her lace bra. She keeps photo-copying with the lid up so that the light reveals all the more. I wondered why Abdi and Greg have moved closer to the photocopier. They are as transparent as her blouse!

 

You know what Eva? This is suspect, Abdi has a new suit, more deodorant than ever and a new pair of shoes. I went for a walk to the coffee machine with Gary, we have both noticed the shift in him. There is an underlying smoothness developing. Gary is going to wind him up about it. Since Gary works with coding, he is going to set up an anonymous email account and say that he has been watching Abdi and notices he has changed his suit. He is going to say the powers that be have noticed his newly found self-confidence. Oh this will be fun.

Gracie.

Dear Gracie,

I feel sad for woman with flatulence husband but she would not have been at a beautiful hotel without him. She would probably work as waitress. She would not have been able to afford beautiful clothes and her body perfection has been paid for. Without him she would not be living such a lifestyle. I see what she has sacrificed to get what she needs. Many women do this. Which is better? Make sacrifice to get what you want and a lifestyle you desire or work hard but never get anywhere? Not everyone is super intelligent and can have good jobs. Others have different assets. She had beauty that she invested in to get a better return. Her beauty has enabled her a carefree lifestyle with manicures and massages. This is what I dream of. Do you see my side now? I would put up with nostril hair and rancid fart for beautiful lifestyle. Sad isn’t it. I don’t want to work and work like a dog making shyte payments. I want to be pampered. I want to be the princess!

How are your team?

Eva

 

Hello Eva,

I understand what you are saying but it is technically prostitution in that you compromise yourself in exchange for a commodity. I understand that people have different talents, yet maybe she has some unrealised talent which she could contribute to the world rather than sexually service an old chap in leopard skin budgie smugglers. I don’t know her full story and it is not for me to judge. In truth I was more horrified by his intestinal jet propulsion through the swimming pool.

 

Oh it seems that the naughty boys really have missed me. They have not tried to annoy me once and Abdi actually smiled and patted me like a dog. He said ‘welcome back, I have missed my wing-woman and I even have saved you a bounty chocolate from the Christmas celebrations chocolates. It is the only flavour I don’t like so I saved it for you.’

 

Imagine Abdi actually shared something with me... Astounding! He is also the only person I have seen lose weight over Christmas. Something is going on. He has a look in his eye which suggests ‘naughty and determined.’ That combination of traits is something I have not seen in him before. I sense danger, predatory sausage and a couple of new women in the office. It seems the office hotty has competition. Not only has Boobilicious Beth been trumped because there is a new oriental woman who is stunning. Across the way there is a pristine blonde with a slow motion hair-flick and one of those white shirts that reveals the details of her lace bra. She keeps photo-copying with the lid up so that the light reveals all the more. I wondered why Abdi and Greg have moved closer to the photocopier. They are as transparent as her blouse!

 

You know what Eva? This is suspect, Abdi has a new suit, more deodorant than ever and a new pair of shoes. I went for a walk to the coffee machine with Gary, we have both noticed the shift in him. There is an underlying smoothness developing. Gary is going to wind him up about it. Since Gary works with coding, he is going to set up an anonymous email account and say that he has been watching Abdi and notices he has changed his suit. He is going to say the powers that be have noticed his newly found self-confidence. Oh this will be fun.

Yep - You asked for even more! Love Hunt day 3




Love Hunt II: The Love Game Audiobook

 
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! Sooooo is it time for LOVE HUNT? Love hunt!!! Love hunt!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE Huuuuunt!!!! I am singing.

Eva.

 

 

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 moustache!

 

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.

Monday, 9 November 2015

You Asked For It! Love Hunt 2 - The LOVE Game Chapter 1

Well you asked for it... Last week Love Hunt 2 - The Love Game came out on audio and I was asked why I have not been sharing the opening Chapters. It is simple - I was on my holidays... So here we go... I have to say I still can't believe the opening scene!

BLURB:

The Love Hunt has returned. Gracie is back on the dating horse after a huge fall in her first tick-list-tastic love hunt.
Her new dating adventures take her and Eva into the depths of "the love game".
In the meantime, Eva, the ultimate Russian gold digger, has come to the conclusion that her poor "village idiot boyfriend" will never be enough. He will certainly not pay off her accumulating debts. She needs a rich man, and that means rich idiot dating.
In The Love Game, Eva and Gracie travel the journey of extreme love learning. On the way, they will discover their love and lust lists, their intrinsic issues, and experience some hilarious and jaw-dropping dates in pursuit of the wealthy ideal.
All of this in the pursuit of love.
The Love Hunt II is on!

Love Hunt II: The Love Game Audiobook


LOVE HUNT II

The LOVE game

 

From the Richidiot.com series

 

Volume 2

 

Copyright Ruby Allure 2014

All rights fall with Ruby Allure.

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

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!

Eva
 
To Listen on audio:
Love Hunt II: The Love Game Audiobook
The paperback on Amazon:
 
 

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Yey!!! Love Hunt 2 - The Game is out on audio!!! Yipee

Morning everyone, sooooo excited... Little dance time. Love Hunt 2 has just been released on audio. It is the second in the series and Helen, the narrator is amazing! Yipeee! I genuinely hope you get to cry laughing in public when you hear this one!!!
Love Hunt II: The Love Game: Richidiot.com, Book 2 | [Ruby Allure]
THE LINK TO LISTEN ON AUDIBLE:

Sunday, 20 September 2015

Love Hunt - Love Week Chapter 1


LOVE HUNT

 

Dating Game

 
Richidiot.com series
 

Volume 1 

By Ruby Allure 

Copyright Ruby Allure 

 Real people, real events and hideously awkward situations made this book possible! All the names have been changed to conceal identities.

 

For the lovely ladies I worked with.  You asked me to put finger to keyboard and record my hideous dating escapades for your entertainment, well here they are!

Enjoy the comfort of coupledom because this is what you are missing!


 


  

 
CHAPTER 0

QUESTION: 

The dream of marrying a rich man and living happily ever after is an ideal that many women aspire to. The ideal and the reality are somewhat different. My question is what would you really tolerate to be with a wealthy man? Why not make your own wealth?

 

CHAPTER 1

THE DECISION

Good morning Eva,

Okay it is time! I am over my ex and I have made a decision to meet a decent chap. One who is high quality, a gentleman and worth my time. So, since we are coming up to New Year I have drafted a tick list with the qualities I am looking for. My friend Olga told me to be specific. You know how I like to plan and to organise – so here it is. Tell me what you think – I would be interested in your very Russian and ‘glamorous’ point of view. Especially since you met a decent, intelligent and passionate chap! Your words were: ‘He is amazing and everything I ever dreamed of - just so sorted!’ Well that is amazing and rare too!

 

Pre-New Year resolution plan and tick list:

Intention: This year I will meet an educated, respectful man who has dealt with his ‘baggage’. He will be excited about the prospect of meeting an intelligent, tall and inspirational woman (me).

He must be/have:

o   Class/be a gentleman

o   Taller than me

o   Takes care of himself

o   No erroneous smells or bad breath. Must wash his undercarriage. (This is based on the flatulent date I went on)

o   Good oral and genital hygiene.

o   No obvious ear or nostril hair

o   Has own finances and own home. (Not six hundred thousand in debt like one of the ex’s)

o   Respectful. This is a biggy!

o   Passionate

o   Not depressed and over his ex

o   Available and not married!

o   About the same age

o   Intelligent and can hold good conversation

o   Amusing/humorous gets my jokes and finds them funny

o   Good hide the sausage technique

o   Not an emotional turd-fest!

o   NOT AN IDIOT!!!!

 

Other part of wish list:

o   Buy my ideal flat.

o   Pay off my car!

o   Make some money for nice holidays.

o   Spend more time in spas.

o   Get rich my own way/generate wealth. (Yes I know!)

 

Honest opinions welcome! Are you ready for a love hunt?

Kind regards

Gracie

 

Good morning my dear,

Love hunt? Really? I am not too busy at work now. My manager is on other side of room listening to moaning woman about sore finger from too much typing. She has bandage on finger. We have been at work one hour... There is always a problem... She always needs sympathy.

 

The tick list from a glamorous blonde Russian point of view - I like this list but is it realistic? All men grow hair from lots of place on body. I am always surprised by the amount of toe hair growing on man’s big toe.

 

So is it English tradition to write tick-list for pre-New Year plan? In Russia we love New Year celebration, is very important to us. We drink the vodka and when wake up start new. No list – but fun vodka celebration memory! How it should be!

 

So this is list is for your resolution then? Oh no Gracie! What are you doing? I just realised you are being hyper-organised! Relationship should happen by magic not by making list!

If you must make a list then I have lots of question:

·         So how do you know if man hides sausage well?

·          Is this like a man with barbeque?

·         Is this like game of hide and seek?

·         And what is emotional turd-fest?

·          I do not know word ‘turd’ but I guess fest mean festival. Are we celebrating a turd festival? Or is it a band?

 

When I look at this list of demand, I come to big conclusion. I think that you need to go on quality man website – where wealthy men are looking for younger woman. That is where I met my man but PLEASE DO NOT TELL ANYONE! I no want people to know how I met good man... I like to keep it secret from all office-boring women in - how you say- dreary clothes with no glamour.

 

It is Friday... So might not be able to write too much today...

I think wealthy man website will be good for you. You can date wealthy man and learn all about how they make money. It will be good project for you too then dating has motivation. That way you will endure date to learn. You never do that. You last five minutes, stand up and tell them the date is shit. I remember many times when you walked off after five minutes. You need to learn to tolerate! I am very happy you are ready to date again. It will give us something very good to discuss during boring work hours! A LOVE HUNT!!!!!! Yipeeeeeee as you English say with straight face and no expression!

Talk soon Eva

 

Afternoon Eva,

Today is manic and Friday afternoon is upon us. Hurrah!!! Therefore, I agree with you - men have lots of hair on different parts of their body. However, I find myself staring at hair emerging from ears and nostrils the most. Sometimes I am caught staring at those eyebrows with unexpected hairs poking from them. What makes it worse is I link all the details up in my mind. I know it is superficial but I am a details person...

 

Hide the sausage is a code word for S** – we cannot use that word on email because the managers will have a read... I do not want them to know what we are up to either. Imagine them all gathering in that meeting room and discussing our S** lives. I wouldn’t be surprised because it beats boring metrics.

 

I showed Abdi my list to see if he knew anyone that fitted my strict criteria. He said that I needed to date God. He said there was no chance that a man existed with my listed qualities who was not a control freak or married to a super model. Thanks for that opinion Abdi!

 

Abdi is a little upset today. The office hotty has not noticed him for the last couple of days. He reckons it is because he is fat which makes him invisible. He has tried wowing her with his humour but she is not interested. She doesn’t even look up when she is typing. He asked me how to make her wife number two when nothing about him stimulates her. What makes it worse is that he discovered a month ago that he is close to four stone overweight. He thinks that is the major contributing factor to why the office hotty does not see him.  He says that when you are fat you blend into walls – your fat merges with everything until he enters a public place and gets stared at! I actually feel a bit sorry for him. He might be a cheeky shyte but he has a lovely face. Admittedly, the mad professor look with gravity defying hair and an untucked shirt is not going to cause the office hotty to tremble with lust. That is Abdi all over, sluggish, a bit depressed and in love with a boobi-lesque woman who does not show him the time of day. He has so much potential but he does not see it. I said it was better he remained a little plump to maintain his marriage. I can imagine if he lost weight he would become a complete menace to all of womankind! The trap of marriage stops a woman being a challenge or a hunt and life becomes dull. Imagine what would happen if he managed to get in shape and he returned to the hunt. He would evolve into a charmer, a player and probably a porn star!

 

After Abdi’s negative feedback, I showed Greg and Gary my list. Gary - mister I am all fit and toned from the gym, belly laughed at me whilst lionesque Greg patted me on the shoulder and shook his head. He then created a new dance in my honour – it is called ‘the Gracie is out there looking for a man dance.’ He and Abdi took a great deal of pleasure standing up every hour and breaking into the dance. They said it was necessary for the circulation.  The Gracie dance involved placing their hands behind their heads and gyrating their hips. They are now making a song called get out there Gracie and shake your thang, shake your thong until you get some shlong - but don’t shake so hard it falls off.  The chorus is shake your thang, shake your thong and shake his shlong.... Abdi keeps making bonking gestures with his hands over the desk divider. Why did I show them? It now seems that a team strategy is developing. If I keep my head down they might forget. God please let them all have mass amnesia! I think Greg has just emailed the manager who turned, studied me and tapped his nose with that cheeky look he gets when he is amused. The men here are such naughty boys! What’s more, they love winding me up! You have the office hotty and me for entertainment – the office time for a bit of a wind up. I don’t mind to be honest because I get to humiliate them back!

 

The other ladies in my office have noticed the sniggers and are peering at me over their screens. I can hear rapid typing which means they are discussing what I am up to... The men are more obvious and do stupid dances whilst the women sit and analyse. That is the thing with the married men surrounding me – they want to be out there doing it but instead live through me... I love their favourite lines – ‘Gracie if I wasn’t married I would be out there and all the woman would desperately lap dance me.’ Abdi reckons that his marriage aura has stopped women humping his leg. Of course women lined up to do that when he was single! I don’t think so! I am always amazed by the married delusions of singledom versus the reality. I am sure the whole team would hate having to endure dates!

 

Hello Gracie,

What does Abdi think that woman become s** starved dog as soon as he is single? Men must have dreams, but this one is most ridiculous yet! We are lucky that he is not single because we single women would all be chewing on bone to stop ourselves running at him naked. Sometimes men make me mad!

Eva 

 

Hi Eva,

I don’t think you realised completely what you just said in that last email. I think that maybe you do not realise that a bone can reference a man’s hard sausage – you know – downstairs. So women chewing on a bone would actually be the best thing that Abdi could imagine! In fact, he probably spends fifty percent of his day imagining it.

 

Concerning my list, all the men have said that I am too fussy. Oh God, Greg and Abdi are comparing ear and nostril hair based on my list. They are working out a count of hairs per nostril against density. Oh and then they looked up strimmers on the net... I told them to buy a hedge strimmer to calm their explosive nasal growth... They have women with facial hair on one screen and facial hair solutions on the other... My manager seems intrigued by the commotion. Now he is wandering over...

 

Oh and finally, the word turd means shit. I use that word to describe those who are emotionally inept... I hope those definitions help. Right have to go home now because I have to discuss the plan with married friends. It will give them some entertainment and stop them talking about shitty nappies, projectile vomiting and singing bloody nursery rhymes.

 

Gracie
 
 

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Come on admit it - as much as we deny it - we ladies like a good love hunt.
We have tick lists, ideals, and we hunt in high-heeled packs. Of course, we're all hunting for that elusive right man who ticks every box and even has tidy nostril hair. Okay maybe not you, but you know other ladies who love the hunt.
Well, it's time for Eva and Gracie to love hunt, and their "targets" are rich men - the golden sperm. Such exciting escapades would provide the pair with entertaining discussions during their dull office hours - or so they thought. What they did not anticipate was the discovery of the "booby man"; humorous but very hard truths about wealth, themselves, power; and the RichIdiot.com phenomenon.
The question remains: can love really be hunted?



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