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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!

 

Saturday, 14 November 2015

Just two more days of Love Hunt 2 - Dating Game - Chapter 2

 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER 2

Morning Eva,

I have the theme music to jaws playing through my mind as your cleavage penetrates the bleary-eyed vision of all the workers arriving into the early morning office. All the unsuspecting men will be bam-boobled by the Russian rack as it aggressively invades the vision of the whole office floor. Good on you! You are using your breasts to take your power back. You do make me laugh. I would never have the ‘boosooka balls’ to do that.

 

In the meantime, my news is that I managed to destroy half of the supermarket by mistake today. The ghost of diet hell past was standing in a neighbouring isle and I jumped backwards with one of those small children’s chocolates concealed in my hand. In doing so my gym bag hit the first olive oil bottle and toppled the rest of the shelf like dominoes. In the end some mayonnaise erupted all over the floor right beside her. Of course she thought it was her and had no clue of my isle lurking and desperate dashing to avoid yet another dull diet conversation. I really do not need to hear another insight into which part of her body is carrying an extra pound! In a strange way I was quite astounded by how well orchestrated my unintentional distraction technique was.

 

Anyway, while mayonnaise erupted around her, I darted to the self-service till for my twenty pence chocolate. While I paid I could hear endless apology coming from her. When I glanced over my shoulder it turns out that after the mayonnaise crashed beside her, she then jumped backwards and annihilated the special offer chocolate display at the end of the isle. There she was sitting on a pile of chocolate. A few of the chocolate balls burst from their packet and melted onto her works’ trousers. Oh God I felt guilty but could not go over and explain so made a getaway. I do feel a bit of a bitch and a coward, but I could hardly go over and say I was hiding with a kiddy bar of chocolate and accidentally toppled the top shelf. Oh and I am sorry but it looks like you shit yourself.

 

I really do not understand how these situations find me. I could not plan such a destructive force. It is strange how cause and effect works. So the ghost of diet hell past not only thinks she destroyed the area but it looked like she shat herself. I hope that does not make her comfort eat... Bloody hell, the more I practice being classy and elegant the more I seem to innocently annihilate the whole area! The other day I was doing my best to be graceful and walked into a folding door and crushed myself. Try reversing out of one of those into a busy high street without looking a complete dick. Such ‘styling out’ of clumsy situations is a talent never to be underestimated! Anyway, apparently my linguistic skill and description is a little crass so I will have to tailor my wording accordingly. If I am to date a man of class I should say that I did not wish to come across as a public penile calamity. That would provide a classier insight into feeling publically humiliated to the point of resembling a phallus!

So how has the Russian rack parade gone down in your office this morning? I am sure there is going to be gossip! No wonder the grey-knicker parade are always on your case!

Gracie.

 

Dear Gracie,

Bosoms now defy gravity like helium balloon. Men in office smile and smile and women look at me with eyes that wound with resentment. Envy is such a sad state of affairs. The more I flaunt bosom the more enemies I make. The snake has eyed me with contempt. Her breasts are close to her waist from feeding her fat baby, so no doubt she will begin hissing with the bulky bottom brigade.

 

The men’s eyes are alight and they mutter under their breath as I pass by. This makes me happy because when woman look after breast she has power. Power in pert breast - that is why one must invest in breast to come out best. See now Russian is poet of the breast kind! This will make you laugh - my manager took me aside and ask what I thought I was doing. I responded – I am not wearing make-up so will spend less time in toilet. I did this to make you happy. This has confused her. Then she said ‘what about those?’ and glanced at the clever age beneath my chin. I smiled and said, ‘this will take attention away from face so that people do not notice no make-up. Win! Win!’ La la laaaaaaaaaaaa!

 

I have been watching my manger, she does not know how to respond to me. I know that she does not like me. Not many women do. They see me as competition. You are different because you are not girlie girl. You are more Amazonian which means we have very different style so do not have to compete. If you were petite and blonde, I doubt we would be friends.

 

So today I have had a lot of smiling men coming to desk for stationary. Five pencils, one rubber and a pencil sharpener request. See what happens when grey-knicker manager take out issues on me. I hate people controlling me – it always causes rebellion. The thing is she create big bosom issue. I love it...  Every time a man passes by she is making loud angry sound. Jealousy is not an attractive feature for a woman, especially one of the grey-knicker kind!

 

Oh and I feel sad for the ghost of diet hell past. You should have said something! I know her obsessive dieting makes regular haunting but leaving her with chocolate on trousers is unkind!

Oh and anything from rich men?

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.

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

You asked for more... Love Hunt 2 - The Love Game

Love Hunt II: The Love Game Audiobook

Love Hunt 2 - you asked for a bit more....

 
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
 

To be continued...

 
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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
 
 

LINKS to LOVE HUNT in Audio

 
 

 


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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CHAPTER 1 ON SOUND CLOUD http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Love-Hunt-Dating-Game-Audiobook/B015G4ICYA/ref=a_search_c4_1_2_srTtl?qid=1442774344&sr=1-2



 
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