So.... Blimey...... I've had a weird old month! I am now back to being single (although do have new play mate - will talk about him in a bit) and to be honest I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. That marriage malarkey isn't for me! I don't wanna talk about Dave Boil today cos he's not even worth it and to be honest he turns my stomach a little bit (but I will probably have another rant about him later in the week as I'm not done with him yet).
Today I'm just gonna fill you in on the gossip from the weekend and tell you about my new toy! Friday night about twenty of us went to China Whites. We got a mini-bus to take half of us up there and we met the other half in London. We started out in Jewel in Soho, where we got a bit merry and then we moved onto Chinas where we rocked the place. We practically had the whole VIP room to ourselves but by the end of the night all 20 of us were out in the main club dancing on sofas and tables and screaming. We eventually got home at about 5.30am. Me and my new "friend" were the last to arrive (we got 4 cabs between us) as we had to drop someone in Woodford on the way home. We arrived to find everyone sitting in my garage shivering! Ha ha. Everyone was staying at mine and it had totally skipped my mind that I had the door keys! I was so drunk that I opened the door and crawled up the stairs to pass out on the bed. I was woken up by Lauren and Sarah undressing me. They took off my boots, jewellery, hat and even my fishnet stockings. The joy of going out in your bra and knickers is that once all the accessories come off; you can go straight to bed! I was slyly grinning while they were undressing me (like I knew how mush of a spoilt baby I looked, but I was enjoying it). My play mate (let's call him Lashes) laid in bed next to me while they did it shouting "look at the smug grin on her face!"
So let me tell you about Lashes. Lashes is a very handsome 27 year old who I met last week when we all went to Kent. He's a friend of a friend of mine. When we were arranging the night out to Kent, my mate was at my house and he said "Can my mate Lashes come? He's good-looking!" I then asked if he had a Myspace and he said "yes" so we looked him up (so that I could see his pictures). By this point my mate already had Lashes on the phone. I took one look at his pics, grabbed the phone and said to Lashes "yeah, you can come out tonight; you're fit!" he laughed and the rest is history as they say
I've pretty mush spent all week with Lashes. He's very funny, he's a real gentleman and he's got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a man in my life. His eyelashes just take the piss... hence the name Lashes.
So... back to the weekend. Saturday me and Lashes chilled out at mine all day before getting ready to go out again. Saturday night we all went to Sugar Hut (only the hardcore went though - which meant about half of us - the other half couldn't hack it after the massive one in Chinas the night before). In Sugar Hut my mate Stiffy got punched by a freak girl (and got a fat lip!). Basically I clocked a drunk girl trying to take pictures of me without my consent. I hid behind Lashes for a bit and Lauren and Stiffy then clocked her. She didn't go away and after about 5 minutes, I must have forgotten about her and moved so that she got a clear shot of me. As she had taken the picture she said to her mate "I'm gonna sell that to the papers!" Lauren heard her and said politely "You don't need to do that love, if you want a picture then just ask and she'll give you one!" - with that, the girl lost it and started screaming in Lauren's face. Looking back she was probably out of her face on drugs or something because her behaviour wasn't normal or rational! I saw what was going on so I stepped in asking "What's the matter?" and she started screaming at me. She had a wine glass in her hand and all she kept saying was "I'm going to glass you in the face!" to me AND Lauren. At this point my mate Stiffy realised what was happening and he stepped in asking if everything was alright. The drunken fool then swung at him and landed a hard punch on his face. She cut his lip, which immediately started pouring blood. Lauren then shouted to Russ to go and get a doorman and Russ who was too busy chatting up some bird, didn't move. It took Lauren three times of asking Russ to get a doorman (and getting no where) before I spotted a member of staff and asked him to get one for us. Obviously the girl and her mate (who was also screaming and waving her fists at us by then) were immediately thrown out but they waited outside (wait for it...... it's unreal!) for TWO hours in the FREEZING cold with bottles in their hands, saying "When she comes out we're gonna bottle her!" The doorman walked us out to our car at the end of the night after taking us out the back door so as to avoid the psychos.
When eight of us ended up back at mine at the end of the night, me and Lauren had a huge row with Russ about the fact that he DIDN'T get a doorman. He was sat there all smug saying "but no one got hurt!" - a lie anyway because Stiffy had the fattest lip by then you've ever seen (not such a bad thing though cos as we pointed out - people pay good money to get their lips to look like that). On top of that, it would have been a very different story if me or Lauren HAD been glassed in the face and were in Casualty having stitches! Our point to Russ was that if ANY one of our crowd asks him to get a doorman; it means GO AND GET A DOORMAN! Anyway, eventually the row died down and we were all laughing again and we stayed up chatting and dancing to Amy Winehouse til about 5am again. Lauren, Russ and Stiffy stayed at mine (all cuddled up on the giant sofa) and I had a cuddle in bed wit Lashes (the beautiful one).
Yesterday we got up and all went to a bar in Brentwood to get food. Jordan and a few others joined us and after we'd eaten me, Lashes, Carolina, Stiffy and Jamie all went to watch an ice-hockey game. Lots and lots of fun; especially when the two teams had a massive fight at the end and all ploughed into each other on the ice! Apparently it's part of the game and they always do it! Very exciting.
After ice-hockey we all went back to Brentwood and met up with Jord and the others again until me and Lashes left to come back to mine. I had a radio interview to do last night so I did that and then me and Lashes laid in bed for hours chatting. I explained to him that my relationships don't last longer than 4 weeks generally so warned him not to fall in love with me. ha ha. I didn't mean that in a big-headed way but I know myself and what I'm like! We now have a joke that he has 22 days left and the clock is ticking! Whatever happens though; we HAVE to stay friends as he has booked to come to Cyprus with us. This year the group has doubled in size and we CANNOT WAIT to get out there! To be honest; I am happy spending time with Lashes. He's devastatingly good-looking, he's charming and nice and funny. We laugh lots when we're together and he's even asked if he can take me to Portugal in the next few weeks; result! I don't want to rush into anything serious but as you know; I LOVE men and can't get enough of their company. Also, I hardly know him and for all I know he could be a male escort (sorry Lashes - ha ha - private joke). He's a Virgo (which is a great match for me) and he's a real man (which helps!).
After being with the ugly, story-selling Dave Boil I am most definitely NOT looking for another serious relationship with anyone. I do however want fun and lots of it. Dave (the big bender) didn't even like me kissing girls and right now I WANT to kiss girls. I want a man that will be exclusive to me (ie. I am the only person they are sleeping with and vice versa) but who will ADD to my life rather than take away from it. All Dave did was ponce from me. He took my money, my time, my energy and brought NOTHING to the table. The fact that Lashes has asked to take me to Portugal so soon is a good sign, no?!
I have an IQ of 138 for God's sake. I need an intelligent man. Someone who can educate me (I'm fed up of being the teacher in every relationship I have), stimulate me in every sense of the word and someone who (as I explained to Lashes last night) has a ride of their own. What I mean is; I don't want a wet sappy bloke just jumping on MY ride (which is what my life is) - I want a bloke with a ride of his own who can show me new things and let me get off my own ride for a bit and experience his. Life with me is a non-stop adventure and thrill. It's up and down and left and right. It will shake you up, spin you round, turn you inside-out and at the end of it I'll spit you out (when I realise you're a poncing no-good twat like Dave). That's all well and good but I want to be shaken up a bit. I want to be thrown around and buzz off someone else's thrills and energy. I don't want a man desperately clutching onto my suspender belt, trying to keep up with me (and asking for money as he does so)!
Lashes is very handsome and he doesn't have all the small-town hang ups (or mentality) that so many boys round here have. I don't want a celebrity boyfriend - I want a normal bloke (but one with his own dreams, ambition, drive and determination). I want a bloke who will take care of ME. I want a bloke who will love me, be there for me and appreciate me. The last thing I need is a lazy bloke like the Boil who doesn't even work! Although I suppose I wasn't to know what he was like until a few weeks into it. Deep down I suppose we are all looking for "The One" and we all want to be in love. I'm no different to anyone else out there. The only thing about me that I suppose is a bit weird is the fact that I always jump head first into relationships (even when I know I shouldn't) and I always get carried away. But then I have always said that my life is a ride and being the way I am is part of that ride. Men can either handle it or they can't (or they get on the ride cos they don't have one of their own). It's not my fault that half of them turn out to be wet drips or lazy poncing twats. They always start off really well but then I suppose that men always put on an act in the first few weeks to try and get the girl to like them so you don't se the REAL them til a few weeks into it (by which time they are living with me). Eeek! I'm in a no-win situation! Ha ha.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I really like Lashes but I am NOT getting carried away so don't worry! Ha ha. Lashes is lots of fun, very affectionate, extremely handsome, all man and able to keep up with me (for now at least anyway!). I'm in a very happy place right now. My career is better than it's ever been and I have man-joy.
I've just finished a two hour interview for a magazine (I had to stop writing the blog half-way through to do it) and I'm now off to get some lunch and a coffee with Jord. I hope you are all having a fun day.
I am grinning like the cat that got the cream cos not only am I working harder than ever; I am also having fun with the fittest man I've ever seen in Brentwood. Nothing like a big man to get the old juices flowing!
All my love
Jodie "got a new play mate; what the Hell was I thinking going out with a man with a red boil for a head" Marsh
X x x
P.S Quote for the day: "It's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be" Paul Arden (Author) - from that I'd like to say: I really want to be good; but I just can't quite manage it - there's too mush temptation on the tree of sin!
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