Mindless ramblings of a twenty-something Londoner.
Boy, has my ego just been bruised... not that this experience is anything new mind you, but as is ever the case with this blog, I needed to share it with you. Yeah, I met a guy, and we are already at the ‘never mind’ part of the conversation. I of course, met him in … Continue reading Blame it on the alcohol… not on the fact that I’m just not your version of ‘perfect’…
I’m Selina, I’m 28 years old, and about a month ago I had a mental breakdown... Oh yeah. Like full-force crazy-scale one day (really, I was working from home crying in front of my laptop, blubbering and trying to tell the painter - who is a village local, that I often see when I walk … Continue reading A Breakdown of the mind… or, rather, my own personal mental breakdown…
It’s been a while... but with moving to the country (for I am now only a mindlessly rambling Londoner solely three to five days a week), concentrating on a new, more structured fitness regime, curbing the social media presence (coming off of it, aside from post promotion - hey, y’all that clicked from Insta!) and … Continue reading ‘I’d never marry you. I mean, you look great, but I’d never marry you…’
Four dates. Apparently. That’s how long a girl should wait before having sex with a guy she’s dating. Wait wasn’t that Mila Kunis’s magic number too, in ‘Friends with Benefits’? No, this is not a statistic or average that Cosmo magazine came up with in their most recent publication, but instead Maverick’s average wait time. … Continue reading The Four-date Rule
Last Saturday night was one I spent very much at home on the sofa. Having had a busy few weeks and an... eventful Friday night out with my sister and cousin, Saturday night was for staying in. Gladly so too. I took this rare opportunity not to catch up on the first episode of this … Continue reading The Circle: An Almost Crude Explanation of Our Societal Future
I went out Friday night. Partying the night away, my friends and I were out until the wee small hours of the morning, which is pretty standard for us on a night out. Cut to home-time, and its time to order an Uber (after a trip to McDonald's - obviously). I catch my Uber, but … Continue reading Thank You Mr Uber Driver, For Commenting On The Size Of My Body – And Not In A Good Way…
So this is a point that really needs to be addressed. For two reasons. One because it’s pretty much a go to response for Rocco, and half the guys I speak to, and two, because I recently came across as being needy… and borderline crazy, but that wasn’t exactly my intention… I recently read a … Continue reading ‘Girls Crave Attention, Because They Are Needy’ – Well That’s Not Exactly True, Is It? Here’s Why…