'But if you liked me you wouldn't be talking to her'

... and other stupid things 'she' said on Friday night...

'she' being the ghost of myself. 'she' being the person I no longer know. 'she' being the person who went home with -50 cool points...

'That's a nice beard' (whilst stroking a random hot guys face)
'I'm bored of listening to him' (said loudly enough so 'him' could hear)
'You look like a pirate'
'Fashion police' (to the 80's reject trying to chat me up wearing baggy pants and bling).
'Ooh, you have a fanny pack'
'Where is my friend? She left? ...Ohh, is that vodka?'


What started as one friendly drink with Daniella from the F Blog turned out to be a pub crawl of Broadway market watering holes late Friday night.

I ended up at home at 5am.

I must admit, I am a brat. I like to get my own way and sometimes when things don't go exactly my way I freak out (but I'm a nice person really really).

Friday night's example: Why is it that whilst I profess to be an independent woman, sometimes a simple whiff of a guy I 'like'* can turn me into a 12 year old schoolgirl?

The guy in question being Dave (not the hottest name, I know. Then again, Jude Law's real name is Dave).

Dave was actually a pretty nice guy. He was actually a pretty hot guy. He was a hot guy that bought me drinks all night, gazed at me adoringly and then got the short end of my diva strop when I saw him talking to another girl. AND when he tried to explain the girl was actually a friend, I looked the other way, waited for him to stop talking and left.

Sometimes I just do stupid things.

As Daniella say's 'I am ridiculous'.

I concur.

I will forever be single.

Blah.

Oh and there are new developments with leg man Ben either. I blew him out after waking up on Saturday morning with no voice. Who knew going out without a jacket could kill you?

I will forever be single.

Blah.

xx

* 'Like' usually refers to 'hotness'. But I suppose you know this already?

Tell your Brothes, Sons & Fathers...

'Come round, I have something to show you...'*


Is not the way to woo ANYONE on Valentines day.

I spent yesterday alone**.

And I liked it.


xx



*insert imagination for I will not disclose the rest of the 'lovely' BBM message I received (for the sake of young children... and Christians).
** by alone I meant: cooked dinner for my best friend and spent most of the night dancing to Beyonce's 'Single ladies'. Really.

Princess is... Giving you the lowdown

On her date...

The outfit:

The credentials

Name: Matthew

Age: 31

Job: Architect

The date

Dinner at Cocoon/Drinks at Dean Street Townhouse

Matthew seemed sweet enough, normal even, when I met him in Starbucks in Westbourne Grove (yes Starbucks). He seemed sweet enough when he paid for my caramel hot chocolate (result!). He seemed sweet enough when he held the door open for me on my way out. He even seemed sweet enough when I refused to take 'his card' when he invited me for dinner, because I don't go to dinner with random men I meet in cafes (but it seems I take their money in cafes). In the end he won me over because he looked like the Burberry model with 'the lips'- just saying.


1. Matthew clicked his fingers for service at the restaurant - 10 points

2. Held open doors + 10 points

3. Wore a jumper that was on the wrong side of tight - 10 points

4. Had a townhouse (which he would later invite me back to... no I didn't go) in Notting Hill + 10 points

5. Broke up with his girlfriend 3 weeks earlier - 50 points

6. Helped me put my coat on and 'accidently' copped a feel of my boobs - 10 points

7. Had a money clip (just saying) +10 points

8. Got drunk - 50 points

9. Felt (a little too high) up my leg, after moving from his side of the table to mine -10 points

10. Smelt good + 50 points

11. Looked at himself in the restuarant mirror... a lot - 50 points

12. Decided to call me Joaquim ( not Jacqueline) in his state of drunkenness - 10 points

13. Made bedroom eyes at me when leaving our taxi and asked if I would like to come in for a coffee.  (Does it even need points?)

As if I was born yesterday!

Although, if this had happened last year, I'd probably be telling a different story (just saying).

There are no (more) words.

Oh yeah.

This is my life.

xx

Princess is... Loving Zara's take on Burberry SS10 drapes

Back from 'the date' as it shall forever be known.

To be continued...

xx

Princess is... On a date tonight

My first official date of 2010 to be more specific.

Eek!

Whilst usually I look forward to dates in theory (wining, dining, shining) 2009 wasn't too prosperous on the men front. The last guy I was 'seeing' (term used very loosely) :

• Wore a flat cap
• Never bought me drinks... EVER!
• Mooched my drinks
• Mooched my cigs
• Mooched my friends cigs
• Threw a hissy fit because he wasn't allowed to stay the night on my friend's sofa 'because 'it's closer and I won't have to spend £30 on a cab ride home'
• Killed a fly with his bare hands

Right.

I don't know why I stuck around for a month. Actually that's a lie :-)

The guy before that threatened to fly back home to Paris and kill himself (via a 4am phone call) if I didn't come over. Why he couldn't do it in England is beyond me.

Kidding!

Tonight should be fun*.

I'll get back to you.

xx

*Fyi, I'll be at Cocoon around 8ish. If by a miracle you're there too and it looks like I need rescuing, be my guest... no excuses as you know what I look like now!