As I arrived his clear relief that I had actually turned up was evident, as was the empty bottle of wine that sat on the table next to the other half-drunken bottle – sitting down and eyeing up the pre-poured glass of wine, that sat just millimeters away.
I had to endure 20 painfully un-interesting facts about wine thrown at me before I was even allowed a sip! – I have never lusted after an alcoholic beverage so much in my life!
I then watched in repulsion as he practically downed the next bottle of wine (I barely had a few sips of my own glass and I’m pretty sure by his slurring that this was his 3rd bottle) and that’s when it dawned on me – is this how I come across after I’ve consumed a substantial amount of wine? A woman drunk on wine (if anything like me) is not a pretty sight! – but a man drunk on wine is just a whole other level that I have never experienced, nor ever want to again. (more…)
Being the Queen of misinterpreting signals (much to my own humiliation). I have come face to face with rejection more times than I care to remember. So, Here are my top tips on what to do next… (more…)
Having spent the evening with my favourite bosom buddy ‘Blossom Hill’ and losing myself in a full blown Bridget Jones marathon (which naturally resulted in a slight white wine melt down as I evaluated my life), I came to the conclusion that I was slowly becoming Miss B Jones herself or at the very least a version of! (more…)