Busted Fuck Face!

Yes, I am an evil bitch. I just don't like being lied to.

Last year I went on a few dates with a guy that I was sooooo very into. He was handsome, rich, successful, charming and witty. He really had it all. We met off an online dating site. We had great chemistry together. But then I wouldn't hear from him in ages then we'd go out on another date.

Our chemistry was great. His kisses were amazing

Anyhow I was on Facebook this morning and he showed up as a recommended friend. I'd never seen him on Facebook before. I hadn't looked. It never occurred to me to check. I had quick look through his profile page.

Networks:
London

Relationship Status:
Married

Birthday:
xx November 1964

What's that? Married. He never told me he was married. I continued searching his profile page. Upon checking his wall I saw that he was expecting twins. That would make three kids for him. Wait, he never mentioned that he had kids either.

Hey Fuck face! 

Not sure how you ended upon my facebook. You showed up in the friend recommendations. We must know some of the same people.

So how's the marriage going. You didn't seem to mention that when we last met.

Cheers,
Anjelika

And  after that I decided to message all 10 of his female friends.  One them must be his wife:

Dear Janet,

I don't really know you, but I saw that you are one of Andrew's friends What's the deal with him? We totally dated last year. We met off Match.com He said he was single Haven't heard from him in a while. Did he suddenly get married or something?

The number I have for him is +44XXXXXXXXXX is that right?

Any advice would be appreciated.

Thanks,
Anjelika

Now let the fall out begin.

Date #6 Big, Tall and Hirsute English Guy

Date #6 Big, Tall and Hirsute English Guy

So I met BT&H in Covent Garden. It was a lunch time date. I hate lunch dates. They’re so intrinsically unromantic. Also, I feel weird drinking alcohol when the sun is up. Not that it was sunny today here in London, but I have this thing about drinking in the afternoon – unless you’re at a ball game it is SO not okay.

BT&H was a nice guy. That’s really all I can say about him. He’s in his 40’s. He earns about 3 times more than me. He isn’t gorgeous, but he isn’t ugly either. Generally, he was so middle of the road in everything. He seemed reliable, honest and dependable. He had all the qualities I look for in a Refrigerator!

I don’t know if there was that chemistry there. I could tell that he liked me. He kept saying how beautiful I am. He kept remarking that he’s surprised that a girl like me “hasn’t been snatched up already.” Of course, I’m taking this all with a grain of salt because maybe he’s saying all this just to get into my pants. Who knows?

I liked him, but he didn’t seem to have that X-factor. The conversation flowed easily. I kept wondering, if I were in a serious relationship with him, would that make me MOR?

I am willing, however, to give him another shot.

Date #5 My Cute Bald Englishman

Date #5 My Cute Bald Englishman

Finally, I’ve been asked out by someone English! Maybe English guys just aren’t attracted to me? I don’t know. I don’t at all mind being asked out by other nationalities, but it does seem weird that I live in England and this is my first English guy since I’ve started this internet dating thing.

I met my Bald Eagle at a pub down the road from where I work. He was charming, warm, funny and a damn nice guy. We both share a passion for the gym. The three hours we spent together felt like 3 minutes. I know that’s so cliché, but that’s how it felt.

There was definite chemistry there. Probably not as much chemistry as the Australian guy, but I also had a lot less to drink this time around. We left the pub after our third drink. We kissed just outside of the tube station. His lips were soft, tender and I felt good in thinking that he’s the sort of guy I’d like to kiss again.

Date #4 The Irishman with the Poncy Name

Date #4 The Irishman with the Poncy Name

He looked reasonably cute in his photos. Maybe too cute. He only had a passing interest in me until I mentioned that I had dated a celeb or two. Then he was all anxious to meet me ASAP.

We only met for forty-five minutes. This was the perfect amount of time to meet since I really wasn’t into him. He was the media type working at a competing channel. He kept telling me about how he used to run night clubs, do lots of coke and fuck models.

NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!

He had a certain arrogance about him that made me want to punch him in the head. Why did I even agree to go out with him?!? The date was just long enough for me to finish my drink and to walk out of the pub with my dignity in tact.

Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others

Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others

About 8 years ago I bought this book called, Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others by John T Malloy

At the time I bought it I wasn’t interested in getting married. I bought it because I figured one day I’d want to get married so it’s best to have this knowledge about being a marriageable woman. Every two years I re-read this book. And now that I’m focusing on finding a husband I thought it was the right time dust this book of the bookshelf.

“Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others” uses empirical data to draw its conclusions; meaning instead of coming up with a few hair-brained theories, the book is based off a number of qualitative studies conducted in a controlled environment by the author. The author and his research team interviewed over 3,000 couples coming out of marriage license bureaus in the United States. The results of the study reflect the statistical tendencies of marriage. Although many of the lessons are plain common sense the author has statistical backup for his assertions.

So why do men marry some women and not others? Here’s a brief outline of the book.

The Six Basic Guidelines For Women To Get Married

1. Insist on it.


2. If you find yourself in a dead-end relationship, move on.


3. Love yourself first.


4. Commit yourself to the idea of getting married


5. Keep in shape, watch your weight, and take care of your appearance


6. Time is running out—use time wisely in your search for the marrying man

To maximize your chances of marrying, only date the marrying kind:

1. Most men will not consider marriage before they reach the age of commitment


• For 80% of high school graduates, 23


• For 80% of college graduates, 26


• For college men, the high-commitment period is 28-33


• For men who go to graduate school, 30-36


• After the age of 37-38, the chances that he’ll commit drops dramatically. After 43, it drops even more


• A 40+ man who has been married before is more likely to remarry than an equivalent bachelor is to marry


2. Most men will not contemplate marriage until they have been working and living as independent adults for several years (hence the high-commitment periods)


3. Men become likely to marry after they become uncomfortable with the singles scene a. E.g. They realize that they’ve become the sleazy old guys who hang out at the bars and hit on younger girls


4. Men do have a biological clock, based on their desire to be an active father (especially to their sons)


5. Misc. negative traits and warning signs


1. Men who see marriage as a financial arrangement in which women have the most to gain


2. Men whose parents divorced when they were young


3. Men who live with their parents
4. 
   Other key facts
   
6. Men often marry women whose religion, politics, values, and socioeconomic status match theirs


7. Men whose friends and siblings are married are more likely to marry


• 60% of the newly married men reported that they had a friend who had married within the last year.


• Those men who didn’t have any married male friends were 2-3 times as likely to say that they weren’t ready to marry.


• The majority of men who had seen their friends get married said that if they met the right woman, they’d think seriously about getting married.



8. Avoid stringers, men who string along women but never commit. To filter them out, insist that he commit after six months. Then stick to it, no matter what excuses he gives.



9. Consider unpolished jewels, men who are just as nice, intelligent, hard-working, and successful, but lack looks, height, or social skills.



10. 88% of men over 50 who were marrying for the first time were marrying divorced women. The women told the researchers that they had already tried the tall, suave, type, and he didn’t make a very good husband.

There’s much more to the book, but I encourage you to buy it and read it for yourself. Here’s a link to it on Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/Why-Marry-Some-Women-Others/dp/0446531138

Date #2 Aussie Rules

Date #2 Aussie Rules

It seems ironic that the whole time I lived in Australia I never got asked out by a guy. I just assumed Australian men just weren’t attracted to me. Which brings me to Date #2 an Australian Ex-pat living here in London working in IT.

The first thing that struck me was that he’s tall. 6’2” He really towers over me. He’s a financially secure work-a-holic. He’s done quite well for himself. He’s a property millionaire, but he hasn’t given up his day job.

We met in Soho for drinks. We talked about traveling, Australia, politics, the middle east, George Bush, John Howard, etc. He seems to really like John Howard. I’m hoping he’s not a Tory. I could probably fuck a Tory, but date one in the long term? I don’t think so.

Now I knew I was somehow in trouble when he ordered a whole bottle of wine. I’m a 2-glass max kind of girl, so when I went on to my 3rd and 4th glass predictably I was feeling extremely horny. I kept wanting him to kiss me. Eventually he asked if he could kiss me. I answered, “Yeah, that’s cool,” as if it were the furthest thing from my mind!

While we were kissing he found my sweet spot, right in my ear. As he kept kissing my ear he was making more and more horny. Finally I had to tell him to stop; that, however, made him want me more. There we were sitting in the pub snogging each other and I was getting increasingly wet. He was so good at kissing that I could have fucked him right then and there! But no, no, I am in search of a husband, not an easy lay.

So I will be courageous and hope that he calls me again soon.

Date #1 He’s a bit like Boris

Date #1 He’s a bit like Boris

I’ve never understood the German-man / Black Woman thing. Think Boris Becker and his wife. It’s comforting to know, however, that other people don’t understand this conundrum either. See poll I asked my friend, The Voice of Reason about this. He says:

“u are the mother earth, or years of racism that makes u an object.”

In any case, I had a date with a cute German guy. Blond hair. Blue eyes. A couple years younger than me. He’s a professional shopper to the stars. “What? And you’re not gay?” Was my first reaction, but apparently he’s straight.

We met at a coffee bar in Canary Wharf for drinks. Things seemed to be going okay. Then we took the tube into central London. We eventually ended up at a Nandos.

Is it weird that a date took me to Nandos?

I mean we were just going to meet for coffee so anything on top of that seems like a bonus, right? We both ordered salads and spent much of the time talking. He wants to set up his own personal shopping business. Right now he works fulltime, but he wants to go freelance and pick his own clients

I like him, but there didn’t seem to be big sparks. I think we did have somewhat of a connection, but GermanShopperBoy seems too green. It’s like he hasn’t seem the world, or been on any adventures yet. He was perfectly nice. Perfectly sweet and all around a nice bloke, but he didn’t have that ‘edge.’ He didn’t have that “X-factor.” I dunno. I’m more than willing to go out with him again if he asks. I think I want someone more feisty?

Is it wrong that I kept wondering how big his cock was? I have a feeling that it’s really, really small. Of course that’s not a deal breaker. Ideally, I’d like a guy who was 6 or 7 inches.

Does that make me shallow?

Good News, Bad News...

The good news: I’m getting married! November 7, 2009
The bad news: I have no idea who the groom is!

Since my neat death experience I’ve been re-evaluating a few things in my life. I’ve come to a few decisions:

• I’m tired of just sleeping around. So I’m gonna stop doing it, with a very few exceptions. (Mr. MusicBiz being one of them)



• I don’t want to sleep with a lot of guys. I want to sleep with 1 guy for a sustained period of time.



• I’m now looking for a long-term relationship that will hopefully ultimately lead to marriage.

My goal is to be married by November 7, 2009. Why that date? It’s sort of random, but I figure I’ll need a year to get engaged and another 6 months to plan out he wedding. Who knows, maybe none of this will work out ot plan. The important thing is, I finally have a plan.

So from now on this blog will be about my great husband hunt.