I've had a really nice day today! Me and Kyle got up early and drove to Romford to a motorbike shop. Kyle wanted to buy a pair of biker boots to wear as a fashion statement (he's seen all of mine and wants a pair of his own even though he doesn't ride!). When we got there, they had a mini-moto (miniature but real working bike) version of a candy pink scooter! The only problem was that the one they had in the window was electric. If it had been petrol I would have bought it there and then to go with my other mini-moto (which is a Rossi replica Yamaha). Instead I am ordering a petrol one!!! I can't wait! The guy also had quads and buggies in the shop (although unfortunately no road-legal ones). I am now on a mission to find a road legal quad and buggie - they are the next toys I'm going to buy.
They didn't have the boots Kyle wanted in his size so we decided to take a drive over to Ilford to a wicked (and huge!) motorbike clothing shop. I couldn't resist and ended up buying myself a new jacket and helmet. They are the nuts!! Both are silver, white and black. The helmet is Arai (the best of course) and has silver glitter stars all over it. It probably sounds gross but it's the sexiest helmet I reckon a girl could possibly wear. Plus, it'll go amazingly with my limited edition silver and white biker boots I had flown over from Italy. I very nearly bought a Rossi replica helmet as well but thought that might be a bit too stalker-ish! Ha ha.
After that we drove to Shenfield and had lunch with Jordan, Peppe, Carolina, my mate MB and motorbike Paul. We all sat outside a very trendy little restaurant and between us drank about 50 espressos and hot chocolates. We ended up all staying there for three hours chatting about bikes, Rossi winning the Championship (hopefully) and just life in general. I also saw a bloke I fancy (who I thought was Italian but Peppe informed me today is actually Albanian). He works in a local restaurant. Me and Kyle often have the same taste in men (well, when he's not hankering after some random troll) and so we both sat and perved over him when he came over to talk to us. When he walked away, we both turned round to get an eyeful of his tight bum and burst out laughing when we realised what dirty perves we have become!!!
I am now back at home. Today I have done three phone interviews for various papers and magazines. My episode of It's Me Or The Dog is coming on TV soon so I'm in the middle of the promotion for that. I think it's showing on the 10th October but I'm not 100% about that. I will let you know for definite though so you can watch it and see all my babies. Plus, Lyla was only 7 weeks old when I filmed it so it's worth watching for that alone to see the joy of a wrinkly baby bulldog!
I have done as I said I would and asked a guy out. Aaaaaaah! I'm scared! Ha ha. This one is a real live man! He's all muscle (best body ever!!) and he's nice too. This is the one that's the cousin of a friend of mine. I met him for the first time in Marbella actually while we were partying out there. I'm not sure how old he is but I'd guess at around 35-ish?! Kyle fancied the arse off him too but luckily for me this time, he's straight and not scared of "powerful" women! Touch! I am taking him to Mark William's Birthday party in London this weekend. Mark is Linsey Dawn Mackenzie's husband. I can't wait! A proper night out with a proper man!! Joy!!! In fact I'm so excited I feel a little bit sick! Ha ha. I don't know if anyone reading this has experienced this too but me and Kyle were saying yesterday that when we were younger we used to get so excited about going out that we'd almost make ourselves gag! Ha ha. I know it's gross but we really did! The excitement was too mush (kind of like a child I suppose that gets so over-excited they make themselves sick!). ha ha. Sorry if no one knows what I'm talking about. And sorry that it's so gross!
Going back to the "powerful" woman thing though; I still don't understand what all the fuss is about! Motorbike Paul said today that if he didn't know me, he'd never dream of approaching me in a bar. He reckons I terrify the living daylights out of men. I just can't understand it. Ok, granted; I'm famous, I've got the nickname "Human Viagra" (thanks to the News of The World), I'm known as a man-eater and I've never been dumped but in my own head I'm still just a normal girl from Brentwood who craves love and affection as mush as the next person. I still want the same out of life (well, ok probably a little bit more than the average person as nothing I do ever seems to be enough for me) as everyone else and I am only human. I'm not this scary, untouchable, intimidating monster that everyone seems to think I am. I'm a normal bloody person! I live my life very normally (I still get turned away from clubs and everything!). All my friends are normal people and I enjoy all the same things as everyone else. I don't get how any grown man can be scared of me. I'm five foot two, I have the same fears and problems as anyone else, I get scared and lonely sometimes and I don't have all the answers. Yes, I'm intelligent, I'm brave, and I've probably done more in my lifetime already than the average 50 year old - but surely those are good qualities?! It means I'm a go-getter and a doer. I don't sit around waiting for things to fall into my lap; if I want something I go get it. Plus it means people are never bored in my company (as Har Mar Superstar found out when I made him jump out of an aeroplane with me). Life with me is far from dull, I'm always out to have fun and misbehave (in the nicest possible way) and I'm rarely miserable (except when I've had my heart and trust in people broken). Generally life with me is one big rollercoaster ride. You can either handle it or you can't. I would assume that lots of people would want to live their life to the full and I will always encourage that in a relationship. So what are they bloody scared of? Beats me if I know!
Maybe it's the fact that I know all the words to every Eminem song (that is scary and a bit weird too!); maybe it's the fact that I have an obsessive compulsive disorder about moisturising my hands after every time I've washed them, or maybe it's just that I don't ever meet the right people?! I'm sure out there somewhere is a man who would appreciate every tiny little thing about me. A man who would love the fact that I've got my head screwed on, who would love the fact that I'm daring and full of energy and silly and loud. A man who would love me even when I'm a giggling wreck or sobbing mess. A man who would love the fact that I'm independent, I ride a motorbike, I'm an insomniac and I just can't stop writing! Just full stop, someone who would love ME. Oh sh*t, sorry, there is - I just can't have him. He goes by the name of Fit Barman and he lives in Cyprus. He loves everything about me and he isn't a tiny bit scared of me. He'd happily come and do motor-cross with me (the next thing on my list to take up) and he'd happily make love to my mind as well as my body (which he did every day for a week). I hate the fact that I can't have him! I'm going to call him tonight to rant about it!!
.........sorry, stopped blog to call him now, couldn't wait.........
............and I'm back! Big sigh of longing (and mourning) for what I can't have........ Oh how his voice gives me butterflies in my belly.........Mmmmmmmmmnnn - sorry, drifted off there for a minute thinking about what I can't have.......
So anyway, I've had a wicked day. Carolina is coming here straight from work. We're not sure yet if we're going to stay at mine and fill each other in on all gossip (she doesn't know the half of what's happened to me lately! She asked me today "so what ended up happening between you and Ben?" ha ha jeez that's a long story!). The other option is going to a club tonight in Chelmsford that my brother is playing at. There's often a few cheeky young boys in there so she might be able to twist my arm to go! Plus, I have to say; I am looking the best I've ever looked right now. I'm still very tanned (from Cyprus and Italy) and I've toned up and trimmed down. I stood looking at myself naked in the mirror last night (as you do) and thought that if I was a guy, I'd shag me! ha ha. My boobies look lovely, my stomach is flat and brown and my bum looks peachy and cute. No point wasting all that on sitting in at home! Might as well go out and show it off, right?!
So I hope you are all having a good week. I am having a lovely one. I'm excited about my date this weekend and I'm fired up and ready for whatever life may throw at me. I have the thoughtless fool to thank for that (the one who texted me the other night) as he made me realise I shouldn't ever be down about men or people in general. It's a fact of life that some people are nice and some people are nasty. I just gotta hunt out the nice ones (and even if I think they're nice, don't trust them straight away so that if they do let me down then I won't hurt over it). He has also made me appreciate all my friends even more than I already did (if that's possible) as I realised that they would NEVER ask of me what he did (cos they know the real me; and the real me is a laugh, a bit outrageous, very outspoken; but not a mug who will be walked all over). I know I said initially that I wasn't hurt over his texts and it's true; I wasn't (I was too shocked). On further thought though, they did sting a bit and I did feel a little like I'd been kicked in the face by a steel toe capped boot on a cold winter's day. Never mind; I'm over it now and I've learnt my lesson. DON'T trust people so easily. Not everyone has the compassion and love I do. My heart must just be really really big! So big that it's bursting with love and fully ready to give that love to someone who is actually worth it!
Come on Big Man up above - I'm ready for it! Bring it on!!!! I've said enough prayers - a little less conversation, a little more action is what's needed! ;)
Loads and loads of love Jodie
P.S I just sat and typed that whole blog wearing my new motorbike helmet for a laugh. Maybe that's why I can't get a bloke! Scary. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Heeeeeeelp - I'm losing my mind! It is DEFINTELY time to go on a date with a normal fit man!!!!
P.P.S I was bored before I wrote this blog so went back a while in my blogs and read the one my mum wrote. It's dated the 15th November and called Mummy Marsh's Blog. It's so sweet and so typically formal of "formal" (her nickname). Have a read yourself if you're bored. My mum is so lovely!
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