Getting the Underwear Right

As any girl knows instinctively, when choosing an outfit, getting the underwear right is of utmost importance. If you do, then the rest follows. It’s the epitome of obviousness once you’ve formulated it thus, but I hadn’t, not until my friends Kate did it for me last year. Kate was helping me pick an outfit for a telephone interview.

I’ve been using it ever since, and in my experience so far, it’s a rule (a trick?) that proves true every time: for dates, for parties, and of course, for telephone interviews.

And tonight once again, I plan to make the best use of it, since I have a chat scheduled on Skype, that’s not an even interview, but a date. Now, I can foresee, and even understand, skepticism at that statement. But it is a date, trust me. If gauging it by the intensity of the anticipation I’ve been going through, it’s most definitely a date. Not only that, it’s also a first date. And it’s on Skype, well, because he’s there and I’m here. There being NYC and here being London. Bloody internet.

I’m not sure the other party sees this chat as a date, probably not. Especially since I doubt there will be webcams involved. But it’s Friday night after all, and what other excuse do I need to girly-up? Friday night and date, albeit the latter virtual – two good reasons to make sure I get the underwear right. Of course I also want to make sure I smell nice, so I’ll start with a bath. And I’ll start now.


Day One on Lexiphania

This blog is going to be about nothing and everything. I’m already blogging for a job (which pays peanuts but is fun), on a very restrictive subject: cougar dating. When I figure out how to do that, I will put a link to that blog on the left, or on the right even maybe. Yeah, on the right – had to think about that because I’m not a natural with left and right. In fact, when I give directions to a driver, I use “your side/my side” for “left/right”. Sad, maybe, but it’s a practical solution to a very real problem.

But yes, anyway – back to our sheep. I intend to ramble a lot on here, and I don’t intend to restrict myself in any kinda way. You’ve been warned. Writing on is a frustrating exercise – I mean now many spins can one put on the whole younger man/older woman thing? Well, I’m certainly doing my best to work that one out and I’ll make sure I let you know. The answer might be 42, and that, my friends, might in fact be THE question. So here, yes, this blog is meant as a rambling platform with no boundaries, walls or ceilings. Whether it does live up to its idiotic title is another matter.

Hello world! (and Hello Tricia!)

Ok, it’s 3.19 am, so I’m hardly gonna start rambling properly right now. In fact, in a bid to reset my sleep pattern, I will switch everything off (lights, computer, brains) shortly. Or as soon as I feel like it anyway. But since I just opened this blog, I felt it was only polite to say hello. And whilst I’m at it, I’d like to explain the colour theme… well it’s pink “for girls”. Charlotte York would understand. But at last, that’s it. I’m all set up. Thanks Trish for nagging long enough.