Leaving college, I fell into working in a gym. Not your usual Fitness First, no no. A body builders gym.
You know when you see a bloke who is a body builder you think 'geez, he's big!' that happened about 100 times a day. I became immune to it. But what I didnt become immune to, was being chatted up constantly. I guess there was a lot of testosterone flying round in that place!
There were the ones who would time their workouts to when you were working, the ones who just so happened to be in the changing room when you went to lock up and the ones who would be in the free weights section there to give you a hand to put the weights away. Yeah, it was flattering.
Let me introduce M. M was a member of the gym, he was a professional in the business world, nice car, lovely flat(which i loved more than him) and of course, a good body. What can I say, I was naive!!
One day, I stole his number from the client database (which is a sackable offence, but what the hell) and text him. Then begins a lovely romance! Secret meetings away from the gym, we'd hang out. He'd take me across London on his R1 and we'd have a really good time. I spent most of that year hanging out at his house. He bought me gifts when he worked away, we shared movie nights, nights out. It was all good. Looking back I never should have called it off with him. I still think about him a lot. There was just always something that didnt sit right with me. Towards the end I was whisked off my feet... by my first love.
Oh, my first love. This is going to feel like a therapy session!! I'd had my eye on him, I'm not going to lie! He, again, went to the gym where I worked. I knew he had a girlfriend, until one day he came in and said he needed to change his address we had for him. Being polite I said 'Oh ok, have you moved house?' him- 'No, I've broken up with my girlfriend, so live on my own now' ding ding ding!! The green light!! 6 months later, we were living together, planning a holiday and in love as we knew it. I honestly thought that was it. That was the end of boyfriends, and other men. Mainly because thats the impression that we gave off. My parents spoke to us about giving them enough notice to plan a wedding, he came to family events. We were known as a pair. 3 years later we split up. End of. Over. Finito. The world as i knew it came crashing down. I had to move back home, taking our dog with me. It was devastating.
Thats when I was thrown into the world of dating.
xxx
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
The college years...
So, I leave school and arrive in college. To boys. Lots of boys. There are the ones taking my major in dance, there are ones taking music, drama and a whole host of other things.
There are the ones who caught wind that you were a dancer and almost immeadiately you get the 'can you do the splits' comments and questions. BORING!! Like i hadnt heard that a million times before.
No one within the college took my eye, but plenty outside did! Some have slipped from my memory, so they cant have been that good! But then there were ones who I won't ever forget.
Let me introduce J, who decided to pursue me as a summer romance. Long drives, walks in the park. It was nice, while it lasted. He was the one the girls would look at and the one who everyone wanted to be with. Nice BMW convertible (not bad for a 17 year old on daddys money!), good job, and amazing body. But with it came arrogance, at the time it was quite attractive! Now, bumping into him in bars has me in a 'what was I thinking?!' mood. He is still the same, hasn't moved on from his teenage years except he has a new car!
Then there was N. N worked in my local theatre which obviously as a dancer, I frequented a lot. He was older (about 24 at the time), had his own place he shared with work colleagues/friends and got paid! Our realtionship seems to have only lasted a matter of weeks, but in reality it was months. Times flies when you're having fun! Meals out, meals in, cinema, pub, drinks, clubs. We did everything together. We were in the same circle of friends which helped, until we broke up. To be honest, I can't remember why we did. I'm sure he'll be able to remind me. But all that was important at the time was he broke my heart. I wouldnt say I was in love. I'd say I was in love with thinking I was. But at the time it was the worst thing ever. Then there was the one fateful day where I went to me our friends in the pub, and was told that N was on his way down. Not wanting an awkward night out, my friend and I decided to leave and move on to a different pub. Thats when it happened. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I saw him walking towards us with his new girlfiend. She was tall, awful blonde bob haircut and to be honest, pretty ugly. But it wasnt over. I didnt know then, that N would make appearances throughout my 20's too.
xxx
There are the ones who caught wind that you were a dancer and almost immeadiately you get the 'can you do the splits' comments and questions. BORING!! Like i hadnt heard that a million times before.
No one within the college took my eye, but plenty outside did! Some have slipped from my memory, so they cant have been that good! But then there were ones who I won't ever forget.
Let me introduce J, who decided to pursue me as a summer romance. Long drives, walks in the park. It was nice, while it lasted. He was the one the girls would look at and the one who everyone wanted to be with. Nice BMW convertible (not bad for a 17 year old on daddys money!), good job, and amazing body. But with it came arrogance, at the time it was quite attractive! Now, bumping into him in bars has me in a 'what was I thinking?!' mood. He is still the same, hasn't moved on from his teenage years except he has a new car!
Then there was N. N worked in my local theatre which obviously as a dancer, I frequented a lot. He was older (about 24 at the time), had his own place he shared with work colleagues/friends and got paid! Our realtionship seems to have only lasted a matter of weeks, but in reality it was months. Times flies when you're having fun! Meals out, meals in, cinema, pub, drinks, clubs. We did everything together. We were in the same circle of friends which helped, until we broke up. To be honest, I can't remember why we did. I'm sure he'll be able to remind me. But all that was important at the time was he broke my heart. I wouldnt say I was in love. I'd say I was in love with thinking I was. But at the time it was the worst thing ever. Then there was the one fateful day where I went to me our friends in the pub, and was told that N was on his way down. Not wanting an awkward night out, my friend and I decided to leave and move on to a different pub. Thats when it happened. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I saw him walking towards us with his new girlfiend. She was tall, awful blonde bob haircut and to be honest, pretty ugly. But it wasnt over. I didnt know then, that N would make appearances throughout my 20's too.
xxx
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
The early days...
Where do I start?? Let me give you a little insight into the past...
At school there was interest from boys but I never really was that interested in them. Mainly because I saw their gym socks hanging out of their PE bags or got a whiff of the stench from the boys changing rooms. I was always looking at the older boys. The 6th formers with 'muscles' that got to wear their own clothes and hang out in their common room with backstreet boys blasting(the first time round!) always seemed much more fun.
Growing up as a dancer the boys I was surrounded by weren't the type who would turn out to be boyfriends of that kind... if you catch my drift. They were undoubtedly the best days of my life but not having a boyfriend didnt really change anything.
When I left school and went onto dance college, thats when the boys really stepped up their game. Enter a whole new boy! I could go to college, bust my ass all day then be picked up in a car and taken right to my front door! Well, just down the road so my parents didnt see! Boys in cars... now that was fun! Rocking to pure garage cds or cassette tapes (yes, that old!) was fun times! The boys who made you rebel against curfews, take you 'cruising' and then speed off into the sunset sounded their dump valve as they went....
There were loves, losses and ultimately broken hearts along the way.....
xxx
At school there was interest from boys but I never really was that interested in them. Mainly because I saw their gym socks hanging out of their PE bags or got a whiff of the stench from the boys changing rooms. I was always looking at the older boys. The 6th formers with 'muscles' that got to wear their own clothes and hang out in their common room with backstreet boys blasting(the first time round!) always seemed much more fun.
Growing up as a dancer the boys I was surrounded by weren't the type who would turn out to be boyfriends of that kind... if you catch my drift. They were undoubtedly the best days of my life but not having a boyfriend didnt really change anything.
When I left school and went onto dance college, thats when the boys really stepped up their game. Enter a whole new boy! I could go to college, bust my ass all day then be picked up in a car and taken right to my front door! Well, just down the road so my parents didnt see! Boys in cars... now that was fun! Rocking to pure garage cds or cassette tapes (yes, that old!) was fun times! The boys who made you rebel against curfews, take you 'cruising' and then speed off into the sunset sounded their dump valve as they went....
There were loves, losses and ultimately broken hearts along the way.....
xxx
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I can't promise it will end well... but I can promise it will be fun along the way.
Enjoy :) xxx
I can't promise it will end well... but I can promise it will be fun along the way.
Enjoy :) xxx
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