Self-discovery via online dating, online blogging sites and close encounters

Where else would an historically vanilla gal go but online to find a
guy to casually talk about whips, blindfolds and throat grabbing with?
OKCupid proves a free, interesting and at times just downright weird place
to be - however I've met some lovely chaps off the site so with some
judicious filtering it can be alright in the end. 

Online life is weird, hey? I definitely feel ready for a boyfriend, but as I get older I'm definitely more interested in developing a slightly more adventurous sex life, with a partner who can take charge and help guide me.

A real struggle I have is how to put this across in my online adverts without attracting the wrong kind of guy.

I read a really interesting blog today about Alpha Sub females (link here) which definitely spoke to me - actually I only found out about this concept due to a message from someone on OKCupid. Boy oh boy are there some kinky players on the free dating sites - but I guess that's good for a dipping a toe into the scene.

Humpday, bumpday...do I need a hip flask on a sober date?!

I mean, the Smug Marrieds in my life assure me this isn't true...I even
know a happy Tinder couple. But it seems sadly true for me. The spinster
life and a score of kitty cats beckon....

...I've had a little virus working on me over the holidays and today it's back to a head. Just feeling wiped out so I've spent most of today sleeping or contemplating the impossibly pretty girls that seem to be two a penny in Hollywood.

I've got a date with a chap this weekend who self describes his accent as "part evil scientist" (he's from Mainland Europe...a Germanic language country). Already the self doubt creeps in that he's never going to like me because I'm too strong, I'm too dorky, too fat, too x, y, z - this, that or the other. I know that makes no sense really - but does anyone ever *not* have these thoughts.

I mean, I've been properly single for about four years now despite dating throughout. I've met some great guys but few that I've had that spark with. Maybe I am just not a City girl when it comes to the boys that seem to inhabit the metropolis.

That's that for another year (12th night empty wall blues strike...)

Sad, so sad....but true!

So, the Christmas decorations are down. The laundry is done and the empty space on the wall where the tree was keeps catching my eye in like a hole in your mouth when a tooth's been pulled. There go the festivities for another year, and we're back to overcrowded gyms, empty pubs (pah! As if) and the great return to the packed lunch effort.

Two days into work and already I feel like the "to do" list is overwhelming, and positivity might be elusive in a few months. However, I think that's residual stress from 2015 talking - actually everything is do-able if I just breathe, calm and concentrate on one thing at a time.

New Year promises to myself I'm unlikely to keep or care about in a month's time.

Cute, schmaltzy and Instagrammable - why in the hell not?

That's that for another year...or at least it should be.

I had every intention of taking down the not-entirely-comprehensive Christmas decorations in my flat tonight after work but so far have managed to do some laundry, cook a weird dinner from cupboard and freezer ingredients and watch three episodes of the latest box set obsession. 

Ah well, there's always tomorrow. 

Although, given that it's the twelfth night of Christmas, I really do need to get a wiggle on tomorrow. 

Yes, it *is* twelfth night tomorrow, because Christmas Day is the first day of Christmas. Google it. 

If on doing this you find an alternative opinion feel free to have a party in your pants in front of your computer and not tell me about it until I've gotten off my butt and put away my decorations. 

So, what's this little blog about? Honestly, I have no idea as yet - let's go with the flow. Sure, shall we start with some resolutions which will last for God knows how long, but less than the year?