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Monday, 11 January 2016

Co-habiting versus No-habiting

Co-habiting versus No-habiting

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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.
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So then this made me wonder why people move in together. The general consensus among the chaps was that it was more cost efficient, that you share bills and be with each other without having to date. At that moment a huge ‘nah ahhhh’ came from my mouth. For these men moving in is the end of dating. The romance period and the woooooooing time simply evaporates.  So why would anyone want to move in fast? Surely the best part of dating is being on dates, getting to know each other rather than cleaning their dirty pants or skid marks. Also everything in our society is so fast paced, you have instant apps for instant relationships which result in instantly moving in. There is no time for the enjoyment or real maturing time for the foundation of a proper relationship. For a short while I resembled sucking a lemon while I contemplated the co-habiting no-habiting dynamic because a few of my friends have recently rid themselves of chaps for the very reason that their men did not contribute to house work or took the house being clean for granted. At first their partners were on good behaviour but over time their effort dissipated leaving the women frustrated. My female friends said why, when they work full time, should they take care of someone else who made no effort? They could re-focus their energy into looking after themselves.  It was a good point.

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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.
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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.
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You can find my books at the following link: Ruby Allure books on Audible:
 
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, 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!

 

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

Love Hunt II: The Love Game Audiobook
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!

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

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.