Can Men & Women Really Be Friends?

"Friends with Benefits" – better than I expected. Laugh out loud even.

It’s the “When Harry met Sally” of the new generation. They are rom coms so yes the last third of these movie hits emotional moments of hormonal proportions. The girls get weepy and the boys are oblivious until they have the realisation that they won’t do any better than this and they make some grand romantic gesture that wins the girl over. Awwww….really?

 It poses the age old question of “Can men and women be friends? Or does sex get in the way?”

Harry/Billy Crystal said “No it can’t be done, not if one finds the other attractive.”

Sally/Meg Ryan – “So you can be friends with a woman if you don’t find her attractive?”

Harry/Billy – “No – you pretty much wanna nail them too?”

Gotta love the Honesty

So – CAN MEN AND WOMEN BE FRIENDS?

I used to think so – I treated everybody the same had lots of male friends. Then I got married. Suddenly the nights out I used to have with my boys became “boys nights” with my husband and I was excluded and at times laughed at for even thinking I could hang out with them. Sexism is alive and strong in our society.

To add to that, when I got divorced many of my male friends cut me out altogether because they decided they liked my ex better than me or something. Bros before hoes or some such crap.

Someone (a boy) tried to explain to me that once a guy has a girlfriend/wife/defacto/partner then they need to get away from a female influence because they have it in their lives as a constant. But when they are single then they are happy to have a female in their presence simply for that dose of female essence.

But it’s true – the reality of when my male friends started drifting away coincided with them getting girlfriends/wives/partners. 

Now I have “girls nights out” with friends that need to get away from their husbands and boyfriends. I love my girlfriends (always there when I need them) but I still don’t understand why men and women can’t enjoy each other’s company without sex getting in the way. 

And this probably explains why I am single – my inability to understand or accept social norms.

(And yes - this post will probably get me in trouble with any male friends I still have - oops, forgive me!)

There's a first time for everything!

this has been a week of firsts for me.

- First trapeze class
- First facial with my sisters
- First coffee tequilla
- First time to the new Cuban bar in the city.
- First time I have fallen asleep at 930 3 nights in a row.

I think I'm busier now i'm unemployed then when i was working. Catching up on everything and with everyone.

Trapeze - AWESOME!!!
highly recommend Sydney Trapeze School. By the end of one 2hr session I swung out, flipped into a knee hang and swung back out to be caught by a guy hanging off another swing! AND we did backward summersaults off the bar too!!! So excited - totally gets the adrenalin going. booked in for session 2 next week.

Facial - a lovely relaxing hour of pampering followed by a spot of lunch with my sisters. These moments are few and far between. treasure them.

Patron Coffee Tequilla  - nuff said. mmmmmm...

Cuban Bar - La Bodeguita Del Medio in York street just behind the QVB. Restaurant upstairs dancing downstairs. The dancefloor is a little tight but the music is good and you can write on the walls. The restaurant isnt bad - book ahead, it gets busy. The lamb neck and duck were fantastic but stay away from the scallops. service was excellent - they even charged my iphone for me.

and falling asleep early - can't complain about that! Heaven!!

Can i have an extension please?

Sorry kids - work work work, busy busy!
Finished one contract on Friday, partied about it on Friday night then had to go to Picton for the weekend for freebie project. back in Sydders now but 2 more days to do.
So - please wait til next week and i guarantee i'll write something good.
If you are lucky you may even get a mid week teaser.
til then, good night !

Flu season

Cough cough sniff sniff.
Been sick this week so a little sympathy please.
But what can I write about? It is usually inspired by a night out or a good meal but all I've done this week when not at work is sleep. I even lost my appetite!! I know - It's tragic!

Body aching, sore throat, headache but not too stuffed up - bonus!!
It's been a weird illness that comes and goes in waves.
Just as I think I'm getting better I get knocked out again.

Friday afternoon - I'm thinking, "yes, I've kicked it. I'm feeling better. Woo hoo!".
Saturday morning - I wake up to a beautiful sunny day. I enjoy the morning sun on my balcony and even consider going for a swim at the beach. As I potter about putting my beach bag together for the first time this season, dig out the bikini and look out the window to see a big fat grey cloud rolling in. Oh well, I take my time even more and decide to go to See Kung Fu Panda 2 instead - AWESOME!!! It was fun.
So it's still spectacularly warm and I go to reach for the beach bag again, look out the window and more cloud?! why are the damn clouds so eager to see me in a bikini. Bugger it - i'm going to the beach! and I know I won't be able to go down to the beach without going swimming. There are so many people out enjoying the sunshine but not too many in the water. OH - the water was perfect!! So glad I went in!
Sunday morning - Oh crap!!! I feel terrible! I lie in until nearly midday then courageously move to the couch only to fall asleep again.

So let's post this so I can get back to sleep!

Welcome to Cougartown!

The question I wish to pose to the blogosphere is this - Is a woman a cougar if no one thinks she is of cougar age?

What is a 'cougar'? defined as women 35+ who 'hunt' men in their early 20's. Urban dictionary (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cougar) has pages of definitions with positive and negative spins on it and everything in between.

I was meant to do something this Saturday night.

The original plan was a night out Eastside with the girls. That cancelled on Thursday and I awoke Friday to be invited to dinner at a friend's place. Friend gets a gastro bug and cancels just as I was invited for a night out in the city.

So, after about an hour of wardrobe changes I ended up in the same outfit that I started in then walked out the door only to return minutes later to change my shoes so I could walk more comfortably. High heels just aren't natural!!

First stop the famous Opera Bar. Beautiful views, expensive drinks, chilled music. great in summer but in winter it's just people hovered around outdoor heaters and not very conducive to mingling or showing off the outfit that took me an hour to decide on coz I am not about to take my winter jacket off.

Moving on to The Argyle- a 'hip' sydney bar set in a very cool old building in the Rocks. it's busy and the music makes you want  to move. The bar is about 2-3 people deep but if you keep your eyes open you can usually find the gap. Service is pretty swift considering the volume of people and drinks. At first glance I see lots of large groups of people and it seemed all the men were either 20 years old or 40 years old. We are extremely judgemental and move through the  whole place picking everyone apart. A usual night's conversation in this meat market, I'm sure.

You hang by and watch the rituals that go on. Guys and girls playing, playing the game, playing it cool, playing it oblivious. 

I do meet one young man we have a boogie, we have a drink and a chat. blah,blah blah the conversation is flowing, we might be hitting it off. He tells me he has been in Sydney for about 7 years now and he left his little country home town when he was 18. I'm thinking maybe he went somewhere else, did something in between. he says - no, i pretty much came straight to Sydney. RIGHT - so do the maths - this makes him 25. I don't look my age, so am i a cougar if no one believes i am as old as i really am?! it's just a number! and you know what they say " you're only as young as the man you feel!" 

;-)