Anyway the two people who knew what they were doing what they were doing in this story (not my date I hasten to mention;)) were firstly the man at the station who, because all the trains were completely messed up running into London, was able to give me a reduced ticket price, find the quickest route for me to do the journey and print off a personalised itinerary. Who even knew this was a thing which happened, however I do question that if I wasn’t a fairly attractive 20 year old girl would I have been given the same treatment. Either way he certainly knew what he was doing.
On arrival to the guy’s house I was visiting I was given my second roast dinner of the day! Although taste wise it was no match for my mums dinner with all the trimmings but on finding out that my dates dad had grown everything I had eaten, (including the berries in the crumble cute I know) on his allotment I kind of appreciated it way more. He certainly knows what he’s doing and I kinda wanna be able to be that practical when I grow up… yes I am 20 but consider myself a child to, a product of my middle class, university, jobless and somewhat spoilt environment… god I sound like a twat.
Anyway hope everyone has had a great easter!
All my love,
So this isnt a blog all about men. My next crush comes in the form of an incredibly useful tool on the iPhone the ‘screenshot’. Last night when I was with some old school friends watching the masters snoreeeeee I know I received an incredibly interesting and somewhat insightful screenshot.
A guy who I coincidentally met on tinder (which is a whole other story I will save for a later blog) was talking to a girl, I genuinely did not know existed but goes to my university, about me. She was going mental at me calling me a ‘bucket’, ‘rapey’ and a ‘bitch’. Now don’t get me wrong I can come on a bit strong but I HAVE NEVER MET THE GIRL and tinder is a dating/flirting app, seriously what did she think would happen after this rant about me… he would proceed to ask her on a date to the local wagamamas. I. Think. Not.
Anyway obviously I Facebooked messaged her, after luckily getting her surname off someone else I was with who recognized her picture, and sent her some belittling but not untrue Facebook messages. She grovelled and apologized but because of the screenshot I will forever have her awful tyrant on my phone and I’m sure she knows that.
So this is my warning bloggers be careful what you write, once that message is screenshotted it’s anyone’s for the taking!
All my love from a very angry and now slightly more judgmental blogger,
Just some of the nastiness
The boat race is a HUGE British tradition, not entirely sure why British anymore when only 3 men out of the whole 2 crews were British but there we have it, a quite upper class display of the multicultural society we live in nowadays. However this is not the point of the post. Every year without fail I sit down and use it as an excuse to pick out my future husband midst the tall, handsome, intelligent young men with great prospects. This year I decided my future husband would be… Stephen Dudek. A fine specimen of a man of which you should all google and proceed to ogle over because one picture isn’t enough! I personally don’t think they come much better than him dedicated to sport and studies and completely respected my his peers enough to become President of the club. #dreamboat #dreamy #iamadreamer
Anyway essentially I feel this revelation has given me the perfect excuse to a) take up rowing, a sport which my natural build genuinely is perfect for and b) make the trip to visit my best friend in Cambridge which I am yet to do!
All my love,
Cheeky glance from Steve 😉