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Thursday, 18 August 2016
Quick Update - New Cover on Audible for Love Hunt - Dating Game - A Kiss and Email Romantic Comedy!
LINK TO LOVE HUNT - DATING GAME - A KISS & EMAIL ROMANTIC COMEDY!
http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Love-Hunt-Dating-Game-Audiobook/B015G4ICYA/ref=a_search_c4_1_6_srTtl?qid=1471533226&sr=1-6
Monday, 11 January 2016
Co-habiting versus No-habiting
Co-habiting versus No-habiting
Okay I might have to admit it: my mum was right! Imagine
admitting that. She was right about a lot of things; however, the one really
big right was having your own home and own space is bliss. You may wonder where
this has come from, well today I was having a discussion with some of the chaps
at work who were discussing why women want men to move in so fast. I listened
to their assumptions and then heard them say: ‘well they like you being there.
They love feeling safe and things get fixed.’ One of the men who has been in a
long term relationship said, ‘oh I am glad I moved in because it is so nice to
have your washing done and not have to clean the toilet. If you hold out long
enough then they will always clean the toilet because you will never do it quick enough
or to their liking.’
I sat quietly taking it all in. Of course I made a few remarks about the ‘jobs list and nagging. They all muttered ‘ahhh jobs lists…’ they all were on the end of that little ditty. My favourite moment was when one chap even admitted to hoovering up his partner’s bra so that he did not have to do the vacuuming anymore. I would say that was innovative; I would have accidentally nailed his pants to his shed to see how he liked that, but that is just me.
I sat quietly taking it all in. Of course I made a few remarks about the ‘jobs list and nagging. They all muttered ‘ahhh jobs lists…’ they all were on the end of that little ditty. My favourite moment was when one chap even admitted to hoovering up his partner’s bra so that he did not have to do the vacuuming anymore. I would say that was innovative; I would have accidentally nailed his pants to his shed to see how he liked that, but that is just me.
I recently met up with a wonderful friend who loves her
partner dearly and was concerned because she thought she was about to have her
third child and had to explain to her partner that if she had a third child she
would need a cleaner or some kind of domestic help.
‘Why do you need that when the
house is always clean and tidy?’ he asked.
Her response: ‘darling it is
because I always fucking tidy it and look after the kids all day. It isn’t the
fucking cleaning fairies darling’, said in a tone resembling aggravation.
He seemed completely unaware that his washing found itself
into the drawer and the sheets were cleaned and changed because she had done
the washing. I remember sitting listening to all these conversations and
thinking thank goodness I have my own place, my own space and my own way.
I then chatted to a couple of my other male colleagues who
did not get terribly involved in the original conversation, they admitted they
liked doing the cooking and took turns cleaning the toilets because their wives
worked too. They had decided when they entered the partnership that they were a
team and as a team they had to split the chores. I have to say when they said
this I wanted to cuddle them both. They then said to me honestly – ‘stay living
on your own as long as possible because it is bliss.’ Both had lived alone for
a couple of years before they settled down. I asked why that was. Their reply was the
following: ‘you can do what you want when you want. You don’t have to deal with
habits. You have no one to argue with. You have a whole bed to yourself. You
don’t have to ‘do’ things or consider what someone else wants you to do. There
are no lists. There is half the amount of washing and you can leave sheets and
cleaning as long as you like. All the mess is yours and you can cook and eat
what and when you fancy… Oh and the biggest one: no morning breath or snoring.
I could see all the benefits. However, the grass is always greener on the other
side. My response was well what about a cuddle when you feel like it? What
about affection on the sofa. What if you are being nuts and need an objective
opinion rather than just churn thoughts? What about waking up next to someone
you love? What about having your dinner cooked for you? As with all things
there are pluses and minuses. However, of late, all the relationships that I
have known have broken up because the women have had enough of looking after
their partner or their partners have cheated on them. They say they would rather
be alone than have to look after someone who either looks elsewhere or does not
contribute. This made me wonder about the future of co-habiting. If women
develop complete financial independence then what will happen? What happens
when there is no need to live with someone? This made me realise that for me
no-habiting is the way forwards. Two people have their own places, their own
spaces and enjoy the fun of dating and romance without a dirty toilet to
generate conflict.
You can find my books at the following link: Ruby Allure books on Audible:
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?
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!
Saturday, 12 December 2015
A letter to all those that love to 'Take All the Credit'.
Dear 'Take all the Credit',
Of course you have spent the year working up to the finale by practising on various projects and discovering the best workers to take all the credit from. They are a type too: they are those who work hard and do their best and don't speak up. This may well be the 'office shafted', the 'office actual worker' or the 'office extremely efficient'.
The thing is my dear take all the credit is that people know who you are and discuss you. Many avoid working with you for the reason that they have been shafted by you in the past. Others have found new techniques to make sure people know they did the work. I personally embed my name on the whole document. However, I have found ways to make you look like a wombat. My favourite of late has been providing you with a presentation with completely incorrect data to make you appear a complete fool. I notice you have not approached me for anything since, so it worked! I guess that was because your name was emblazoned with big letters on the front of the presentation that you made to the Managing Directors. Woops!
My dear Take All the Credit is you need to be aware that I have been leading a small rebellion against all the 'take all the credits' in this world. I have seen so many decent people be trampled by your credit taking behaviour. It started small in our corporation where a number of people gave The Office Zoo book as the Secret Santa present. They highlighted the 'Office Take All the Credit' within it. I noticed you laughing all the way through the different office types until you came to the highlighted pages and glanced around the room wondering who had discovered you. We have all known it for all while and felt that you should not get away with it. We also felt you needed to know that we knew what you were up to! The thing is from shyte the beautiful flowers grow and you behaviour has united a rebellion through other offices too. You see I mentioned what my colleagues did to some of my friends and they thought it was great and did the same. I guess it could be misconstrued as some kind of bullying but taking advantage of others is also bullying too. In truth all the decent hard workers simply spoke up in a different way.
So I do want to say thank you because your office type contributed to the The Office Zoo - A Field Guide to Office Animal Observations and it would have been missing a key animal had you not demonstrated your traits so clearly. What's more, observing you and how you treat people has contributed material to the Love Hunt books, which are selling nicely. It seems people who work in offices completely identify with the antics that go on! So thank you so much for showing me all your underhand tricks for taking all the credit. Without you I would have missed out a crucial part of corporate life. So thank you and.... We all know who you are!
I have been observing your existence for a while now. You really do fascinate me because you and your type appear in most of the corporations I have worked in. You may not be aware there is a whole 'office animal' section dedicated to you. The thing is it seems that this is the time of year where you ramp up your game. I worked out why it is too. It is the end of year appraisal time and you will do whatever you need to to enable you to attain the largest bonus.
Of course you have spent the year working up to the finale by practising on various projects and discovering the best workers to take all the credit from. They are a type too: they are those who work hard and do their best and don't speak up. This may well be the 'office shafted', the 'office actual worker' or the 'office extremely efficient'.
The thing is my dear take all the credit is that people know who you are and discuss you. Many avoid working with you for the reason that they have been shafted by you in the past. Others have found new techniques to make sure people know they did the work. I personally embed my name on the whole document. However, I have found ways to make you look like a wombat. My favourite of late has been providing you with a presentation with completely incorrect data to make you appear a complete fool. I notice you have not approached me for anything since, so it worked! I guess that was because your name was emblazoned with big letters on the front of the presentation that you made to the Managing Directors. Woops!
So I do want to say thank you because your office type contributed to the The Office Zoo - A Field Guide to Office Animal Observations and it would have been missing a key animal had you not demonstrated your traits so clearly. What's more, observing you and how you treat people has contributed material to the Love Hunt books, which are selling nicely. It seems people who work in offices completely identify with the antics that go on! So thank you so much for showing me all your underhand tricks for taking all the credit. Without you I would have missed out a crucial part of corporate life. So thank you and.... We all know who you are!
To hear Ray's sample on audible: http://www.audible.com/pd/Comedy/The-Office-Zoo-Audiobook/B013H90AZU/ref=a_search_c4_1_4_srTtl?qid=1448708535&sr=1-4
If you were an office animal, what would you be? Erm...what do you mean an office animal? Well you may not know this, but there are numerous varieties of office animal migrating to the workplace each day. Every type, with its own characteristics, is awaiting discovery in The Office Zoo. All of those who enter the office jungle on a daily basis have potential for office animal categorizing adventure. Whether we like it or not, each of us falls into one of the many office zoo categories. So which one are you? Which office animals surround you?
The paperback on Amazon.com: http://amzn.com/B00H7MRV5G
I’ll try to write this without spoilers or going too long winded, but the basic gist of this review is: If you are a fan of humour with a generous helping of wit and you’ve ever worked in an office, you will like listening to this!
Boy, it’s a jungle out there. If only there was a field guide with the helpful hints, tips, and ‘general don’t get yourself eaten accidentally’ advice that could help us navigate it all…well this might just be it! Office zoo reads like a Nat Geo guide or a safari special, but on the study of a species of 'animals' that you don't need to travel outside of your city to see in their natural habitat (yay!).
The book reads from point of view of an explorer, which added to the experience and immersion into the guide. The author’s tone was to me perfect for the subject matter. It took me a moment to get used to the narrator’s voice, but once I settled in I realized it was actually a good choice. The narrator reminded me so much of animal nature guide narrators, and that definitely put my brain right in the action, and I had no trouble visualizing the office beings that the author was so helpfully describing.
Despite it being in the humour category, there were quite a number of valuable lessons presented, albeit some slightly over emphasized - the better for us to recognize and work to correct them. If only all company welcome packages included certain snippets of this with the avalanche of company policies - if not only to show that humour is not dead in the office world, but so that people would have a much more enjoyable (and more memorable) reminder to be aware of how they engage with others in the office. We spend so much of our lives in offices (unless you are an actual safari guide, professional base jumper, or something equally office-free), a guide is definitely needed.
There are some characters that were rather harshly covered, but these are made in ‘lemme tell it to you straight’ tone, so it fit with the narrative of the book. Near the end of the book a few of the character’s seemed repeated, or at least very similar to those described in the beginning of the book (granted a I listened to the whole book in one shot, so it may be better to listen to the chapters in segments).There was a weird thing with the recording on my device where all of a sudden it sounded like the narrator teleported to an echo-y tunnel right in the middle of a chapter. I got over it, but it is jarring.
I went into this book expecting to be entertained. I was. But it also got me thinking about my everyday environment in a different way. A humorous take on office culture and a well spent afternoon! I will look up the author’s other work.
Boy, it’s a jungle out there. If only there was a field guide with the helpful hints, tips, and ‘general don’t get yourself eaten accidentally’ advice that could help us navigate it all…well this might just be it! Office zoo reads like a Nat Geo guide or a safari special, but on the study of a species of 'animals' that you don't need to travel outside of your city to see in their natural habitat (yay!).
The book reads from point of view of an explorer, which added to the experience and immersion into the guide. The author’s tone was to me perfect for the subject matter. It took me a moment to get used to the narrator’s voice, but once I settled in I realized it was actually a good choice. The narrator reminded me so much of animal nature guide narrators, and that definitely put my brain right in the action, and I had no trouble visualizing the office beings that the author was so helpfully describing.
Despite it being in the humour category, there were quite a number of valuable lessons presented, albeit some slightly over emphasized - the better for us to recognize and work to correct them. If only all company welcome packages included certain snippets of this with the avalanche of company policies - if not only to show that humour is not dead in the office world, but so that people would have a much more enjoyable (and more memorable) reminder to be aware of how they engage with others in the office. We spend so much of our lives in offices (unless you are an actual safari guide, professional base jumper, or something equally office-free), a guide is definitely needed.
There are some characters that were rather harshly covered, but these are made in ‘lemme tell it to you straight’ tone, so it fit with the narrative of the book. Near the end of the book a few of the character’s seemed repeated, or at least very similar to those described in the beginning of the book (granted a I listened to the whole book in one shot, so it may be better to listen to the chapters in segments).There was a weird thing with the recording on my device where all of a sudden it sounded like the narrator teleported to an echo-y tunnel right in the middle of a chapter. I got over it, but it is jarring.
I went into this book expecting to be entertained. I was. But it also got me thinking about my everyday environment in a different way. A humorous take on office culture and a well spent afternoon! I will look up the author’s other work.
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?
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.
To Listen on audio:
Dear Eva,
Love Hunt 2 - The Love Game Day 7 of 7
Dear Eva,
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!
Eva
To Listen on audio:
To Listen on audio:
Friday, 13 November 2015
Well we just have two more posts left - Love Hunt 2 Day number 5 of 7
LOVE HUNT DAY 5 of 7
Hello Gracie,
I have no time to write big email
because boss is being bitch. She has given me more work because I hit one
hundred payments. The wobbly bottom women are chatting about new year diets
while I make rapid payments. Why is this fair? I work too hard for no reward.
Thank you for telling me about the word fanny. Now I have big understanding why
the managing director started coughing when I said ‘I was so fanny in a meeting
the other day’. He didn’t know where to look so he stared at my chest which was
perfectly arranged.
Also I have seen Abdi, he gave me a
strange look and winked like he was some kind of Men’s health model. He seems
to be spending more time by the drinks machine looking at women. So he will
have plenty to admire around your office. What about you? What do you have to
look at?
Eva
Oh Eva,
In terms of
office talent, from my point of view I have had a glance around the office and
there are two potential office sexual fantasies but nothing of any really
exciting kind. I would love to watch a male hotty-totty walk in slow motion
through the office to break up my metric calculations. Or one of those
well-formed bottoms to draw my attention. Nothing like that here at the moment.
Rubbish! In the meantime, the office pervert has developed his drooling
technique and the office bore has moved desks. I will have to time my toilet
visits to avoid monotonous stories about beavers or badgers. My worst moment
was when he accosted me by the drinks machine and detailed the mating cycle of
the Salmon. It was hideous, people in the area were shaking with laughter as I
attempted to make every excuse to escape... God this is going to be difficult –
having to run the gauntlet between the perv, the bore and detouring past the
two office sexual fantasies. Amazing... Do you think it would be weird to bring
a pole vault to work?
Will talk
later... New Year, New Life and a New Phase of discussion... I feel exhilarated
and ready... Bring it on!
Gracie.
Hello again Gracie,
Sorry it is end of day but payments must
be made – boo! That is why I am here. Some of the work girls are circling me to
see why I smile at computer. Not a good thing. They know that I type fast on
daily basis. I think my emails are being watched... Do I sound paranoid?
In truth, I do not think pole vault
could be sneaked past security. Unless you pole vault security while back is
turned. Imagine having huge pole under your arm as you walk through the security
turnstile. How do you explain? You could say it is after work hobby or
activity.
Now I have big question: I have to know
what is happening with Andreas. Have you heard from him or anymore men from the
how you now call it ‘wealthy wally
website?’ You said you had something to tell me when I saw you by drinks
machine. Thought it sounded good. Sorry I could not talk for long, my manager
has been timing me at drinks machine and toilet visit. She has told me to stop
doing extra make-up while in there. Personally I think it is jealousy. They
don’t want me to look good to stop men admiring me. Tomorrow I will wear
ultimate uplift bra to make a point. Won’t wear make-up but will decorate room
with other assets! Then see what they say! Post-Christmas decoration.
Have to catch the bus now... Close to
five!
Night!
Eva.
To Listen on audio:
To Listen on audio:
The paperback on Amazon:
Wednesday, 11 November 2015
You want more??? Okay... Love Hunt 2 Day 4
To Listen on audio:
Dear 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.
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.
Gracie.
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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.
Gracie.
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