It’s Past my Bed Time (again), but I’m Breezy

Oops, I did it again. It’s 5.29, got lost in the game… Needless to say, the way I play this game involves a lot of writing. Wrote all night, yet not a single line on Lexiphania. Well done me. In my defense, I’ll offer that this week is Not Falling in Love Week. And that’s an easy game to get lost in. Especially since I am simultaneously playing Not Falling Out of Love. Thank God I’m single, or else this might actually make sense. And I don’t think we want that.

So, errr, yes. I’ve got tactics and strategies in place: I’m standing ready for further confusion. With my current cougar blogging job and a potential new gig as a dating blogger for the – I definitely need to stay single so that I can do some research and write informed posts. I’m looking forward to lots of dates, and finally trying speed dating, possibly through (4 minutes instead of 3, woo hoo!)

The good news is, I’m really enjoying being single at the moment. The bad news is, in my experience, it’s precisely when you do enjoy being single that you inadvertently step into a long term relationship.

Hence the aforementioned tactics and strategies to keep a cool head between NY fantasies and London realities. It’s a fine line to walk, and there’s a geeky girl walking the same fine line in Lisbon right now. Her game plan is different, and she calls it Mastering Breeziness. But it’s the same line, and the same game.

And before you get bored: despite admittedly cunning appearances, this blog is not specifically a dating blog. I intend to ramble about a wide range of other things. Soon: how Saatchi & Saatchi got it wrong with the latest T-mobile “Life’s for sharing” campaign. It came so close to being right. But it’s so wrong.



Right. It’s 2.54am, which should be way past my bed time, but ain’t. Still, since it should, I won’t attempt to write anything that makes sense. But I’ve just opened a new twitter account and linked it all up on here and facebook and all that, so wanted to test it.

So that’s that. Especially since I recently (as in two hours ago recently) learnt that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable. This was even the case as far back as 1811. So how could I have not known this?!?? Dear oh dear.

Blogging and Birthday Suits

Today, I am turning 35, which bears little relevance, bar the title, to the rest of this post. I have just watched Juno again. Great film. Totally deserves all the praise it got, especially for its screenplay. And the writer, Diablo Cody, happens to be an ex-blogger who happened to be an ex-stripper… Well…

I haven’t been blogging long. But I might call Diablo Cody and suggest that we start a facebook group and see if anyone else joins in: “Formerly stripping bloggers.” Beforehand, I just need to work out which category it would fall under. I’m thinking either ‘Entertainment & Arts’ or ‘Totally Pointless.’

So yeah. The upmarket joint (please, don’t laugh) where I took my clothes off for cash in Paris didn’t keep me on very for very long. My early retirement was possibly due to a couple of diplomatic incidents in the dressing room. Or else I never was very good stripper. Maybe again it was both.

Now that you’ve stopped laughing, I just checked, and fifteen years on “Chochotte” Le Théatre érotique et chic du Quartier Latin has a website. Check it out and tell me it isn’t as exclusive as a gentlemen’s club gets. Go on.

Either way, that was a great experience. And so far, blogging ain’t bad either. Diablo said she often felt more naked writing than stripping. Well, I wouldn’t know. I always feel very naked. All day, everyday – I like it just that way. Except today maybe, but then London is under the maddest snow spell it has seen in 18 years.

Post-Modern Skype Dating

For those of you wondering, I did get the underwear right on Friday night. I looked lovely. But that didn’t do much good, since I was petrified regardless. Funny, considering I don’t really do petrified in the real world.

He and I have been very intellectual in our email communications so far… and we didn’t manage to snap out of it on Skype. Of course, we ended up talking about the blanks and the awkwardness, and then proceeded to talk about the fact that we were talking about the blanks and the awkwardness, and how post-modern it all was. I’m now looking forward to our discussing my blogging about our talking about our talking. It’s gonna be fantastic fun. So I haven’t given up on us, far from it.  In fact, he’s still a perfect fantasy, and will remain so until reality proves me wrong.

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.