Ruby Allure's Books

Ruby Allure's Books
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Sunday, 21 September 2014

Who should be chasing who?

Who should be chasing who?

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


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Thursday, 18 September 2014

Richidiot.com - dating Book2 -The LOVE game.


Richidiot.com - Dating
 
The LOVE game.
 
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.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

Talk soon after my numerous email endeavours!

 

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

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

Can the good guy get the girl?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway - good luck to you all and feel good enough inside to be with the woman / man you deserve:)
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Sunday, 24 August 2014

At what point does a woman become a COUGAR?


At what point does a woman become a cougar?

Could it be possible that one morning a woman wakes up and thinks that is it! I am fed up of playing by the rules and listening to tales of woe of marriage break ups, unfair splitting of property and how an ex-wife let herself go and thinks I want a man with no baggage? In that moment she has a choice – go for a monk or go for a man who has not been through that emotional carnage. Where are these men? There are bachelors or there is the younger man.

You may wonder where this thought originated from. Well, this weekend it was a friend’s birthday where he reserved a booth in one of the trendy night-clubs. Ten years ago this would have been nothing unusual; however, I am more a go out for dinner and drinks kind of woman now. The club was an elaborately decorated, filled with all manner of beauty, high heels and clothing that revealed more flesh than a butcher. Amongst this celebration of fleshy female expression inebriated young men looked but did not take action. It was during some rather expressive dancing on my part that I ended up chatting to a rather lovely young chap who thought my uncaring expressiveness was a phenomenon. I can see his point because everyone else was too busy taking photographs of themselves for social media and trying to appear to have a good time. Those who were dancing appeared rather self-conscious and as though their arms had been taped down. My attitude is live the moment and have as much fun as you can without care! Anyway as I shimmied and took great pleasure in the erratic forms that my body could create to the music, he asked me where I had learned to dance like it. He said you remind me of a proper raver. Ooops busted, no amount of face cream, or healthy diet and extreme fitness could disguise that I had experienced the first wave of rave. I looked him in the eye and admitted – I was on the dance floor at the time. There was a moment of silence while he calculated. His face travelled through all manner of contortions. Finally he said, ‘amazing! You are cougar!’ It was as if I had raised my status in a second to an older woman who hunts young men. The irony was that I was only dancing, he approached me and I certainly had not attempted to seduce him.

The rest of the night I chatted to a variety of people, please note I was absolutely sober, and it dawned on me that this era is relatively a lonely one. The room was filled with people all appearing and not really talking to each other. In that moment I realised that the world is open to cougardom, if you are that way inclined, because when you reach a certain age, you stop caring what people think about you. I actually reached it in my mid-twenties; however, the advantage is that when you know who you are and are able to chat to people, it opens the world of possibility. In truth so many people are happy that someone talked to them and young men seem particularly pleased when a fit woman with something to say flirts.

I had never really considered the art of being a cougar before. I was of the belief that people naturally gravitate to each other according to how their subtle unconscious signals ‘call’ each other rather than age defined parameters. Obviously there is that and opportunism when the world of alcohol creates cocktail glasses or beer goggles so people are unable to gauge age or anything else. I then reflected on all the men who chase younger models, well why can’t women do the same? Why is it so frowned upon and labelled? If you think about it men have their sexual peak in their early twenties and women in their mid-thirties. Surely that is not an accident. I do wonder about our society and all the rules. Also I wonder at what point the label cougar arrives? Is it five years, ten years or fifteen years? Who cares really – live your life and recognise young men have their benefits!  So maybe that woman who wakes up that morning and things f* it – I want a younger man is simply doing what is natural.
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Sunday, 17 August 2014

Back in the blogging game

Sometimes an author has to step out of the battle for blog attention for a when working on their books. It is very easy to spread yourself too thin and the priority is writing that book until it is complete. I find that the social media phenomenon can become a distraction if one does not structure their time specifically. When it comes to writing books, one must actually write.

However, there is more than writing to be considered. Obviously we all have ideas that is the easy part for me. Once the idea is ready to be mentally birthed, one has to focus and write and write until the draft is complete. We then have months of editing and re-editing. On top of that you have to step away and make space to see with fresh eyes. Once the book is published the part that is challenging for most authors comes about - that is the marketing...

Since the digital promotion space is in a constant state of flux, it isn't just repeating what has been done before - instead you have to adapt and find new ways. You need to find a unique way to let the world know your literary babies exist... Then the question becomes why do we do this?

It is our passion and passion drives us to contribute to the world and leave a legacy:)

Thursday, 11 October 2012

The universe and the inter-galactic lunatic asylum!


The universe and the inter-galactic lunatic asylum!

We all need a little inspiration to remind us that the mundane can be beautiful. Today as I watched the heavens wring out a giant sponge I realised that life itself is hilarious.  Consider this – we are born with no memory. Everything we do from that moment is a case of ‘figure it out’. We learn from those around us, who in all honesty, could be very wrong. They have also learned how to be from those who were around them when they were small. Is it any wonder we live in a mixed up world? The original learning came from where - a monkey or a single celled animal?

So here we are in our advanced states, professing genius or appearing to be something, when in actual fact our learned behaviour came from pond life. I witness Pond life on a daily basis in the bad lands of Boscombe, but who can blame them? Our behaviours are learned survival techniques and our desire for safety/ conformity within the tribe.

On the usual trek home from work I talked to my father about all manner of things but unexpectedly he said he had figured life out – it came to him when he was in bed.

“Some people view earth as heaven.

Others view earth as hell.

A few consider this place a middle earth

But I know what this place is – the inter-galactic lunatic asylum.

We have our minds wiped so that we do not know this.”

His words are always wise and I pondered for a short while and considered whether there was such a possibility. I considered whether our bodies may well be prisons but after a stampede of wilder beast thoughts, I came to the conclusion that this life is what we choose to make of it. Our lives are a manifestation of our thoughts. We can choose how we react and if we manage to generate the right thoughts then we will in fact manifest  the lives we desire. The first step is always belief accompanied by the initial desire. It is then the actions we choose to take followed by our choice of how to react. Once we know this – everything is possible! Have fun creating!
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