Wednesday, January 30, 2008

DAY 171...170 DAYS TO GO...

On my search for potential Plus 1's I have found myself increasingly frustrated with Belfast's mating rituals...before you get any ideas I'm talking about the age old pick up lines.

To all you potentials out there, in no way is it appropriate to bash someone on the head to get their attention - this is not sexy and it certainly won't help you score. This is what happened to me on Saturday night.
I was out for my friend's birthday, let's call her Sally, and we met in the Duke of York for a few drinks (Note to self - this bar is an untapped resource of potentials must make a return visit). Sally wanted to have a dance on her big day so we moved on to Radio K at McHugh's where the incident happened.
Some guy, let's call him REJECT 1, who was dancing like his life depended on it, hit me on the head in a vain attempt to get my attention.
He had already tried this useless technique on Sally earlier and had got looks that would kill in return, so why he decided to have another go is beyond me.
After giving him one of my famous looks that would wither even the evilest of creatures, he got the message.
Boys take note, this is not cool, it's not hot to leave a bruise or wreck a girl's hair.
Nor is it good when the first thing you say to a girl is "wow you've got a big pair". It is a real turn off - Niall take note (yes it's his real name).
There's something about night clubs - and more likely booze - that brings out the ridiculous in people when they fancy someone.
Even my buff GBFF Peter Parker gets mauled by the ladies who have had one to many alcho-pops. He was at the Limelight rocking to Journey when a random girl thought she would be a shoe in if she jumped on his back. When she finally dismounted Peter quickly ran away, traumatised by the experience.
We've all been victims of the old "sorry I accidentally bumped into on purpose, so how are you?" and I must admit it has worked on some occasions but it gets old fast.
In fairness most chat up lines are innocent enough and can be quite funny - humour is a total plus for me.
And if I am going to be 100 per cent truthful - well 99 per cent since Nicole isn't my real name - I am guilty of saying incredibly inappropriate things while under the influence of cocktails.
I saw my primary school crush in a bar once but instead of approaching him like a normal person and asking what he was doing with himself, I staggered up pointed at him, told him I knew him and burst out laughing. My BFF Donna-Karen had to take me away before I embarrassed myself further.
More recently my fabulous friend Lana Lang tried to fix me up with her mate Mr Soprano - not the gangster from the TV show - who was lovely but of course drunk Nicole cannot possibly make normal conversation.
After asking him prying questions about his life and instantly forgetting the answers I asked him why he was bald. (I know not the best move). Turns out he had really long hair and just decided to shave it off.
But that's not the best part. Later I told him I couldn't kiss him because...prepare yourself...I was too sweaty. What on earth was I thinking!! I am certifiable.
I'm sure there is some method to my drunken madness - and I'm still trying to find it.
How embarrassing! Sweat is NEVER something to draw attention to.
Peter the GBFF thinks I need Hitch - is Will Smith available?

So here's the state of play this week...

POTENTIAL PLUS 1'S - 0.5
GAY BACK-UPS - 1
WISH LIST POTENTIALS - Wentworth Miller, Detective Flack from CSI New York - I had to remove Milo after I found out he was dating his Heroes co-star Hayden Panettiere - sulk
STUPID SUGGESTIONS FROM PEOPLE WHO JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND ME - 6
NUMBER OF EXCUSES FOR NO PLUS 1'S - 3

Excuse number 1 - Marriage is against his religion so he can't make it.

Excuse number 2 - He's climbing K2 for charity but he said he'll try to make it for the first dance.

Excuse number 3 - He's an international rock star and he didn't want to upstage the bride especially with the paparazzi following us everywhere. There's just no privacy these days.

NUMBER OF RANTS AND/OR ANXIETY ATTACKS - 4

Catch you next week - I'm sure there'll be plenty more embarrassing titbits in my quest for a Plus 1...

Love Nicole xx

Monday, January 21, 2008

DAY 180....179 DAYS TO GO....

If Phileas Fogg can get round the world in 80 days, then 180 days should be time enough to find a Plus 1

So here's the problem.
My friends - let's call them Ross and Rachel - are getting married this summer and I vowed never to attend another wedding solo so I am on a mission to find a plus 1.
Of course my recent birthday didn't help matters and during a flurry of Vodka the idea came to me when we (my equally drunken friend - let's call her Diamond) were checking out Mr I Love NY and Mr Movie Star at a local bar.
Suffice to say nothing came of either but here I am at least following one thing through from the night, 180 Days To Find A Man was born.
The clock is ticking and as my GBFF (Gay Best Friend Forever) Peter Parker has informed me I have less than 180 days to find a suitable date.

So here's the state of play...

POTENTIAL PLUS 1'S - 0
GAY BACK-UPS - 1
WISH LIST POTENTIALS - Wentworth Miller, Milo Ventimiglia
STUPID SUGGESTIONS FROM PEOPLE WHO JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND ME - 5
NUMBER OF NEW EXCUSES FOR NO PLUS 1's - 3


Excuse number 1 - He's an international spy currently saving the world from mass destruction.
Excuse number 2 - He's shooting his latest movie and can't possibly get away for the wedding.
Excuse number 3 - He is here, he's just at the loo. (Note to self this only works the first ten times you are asked after which a new lie must be used such as he's a doctor and got called to an emergency).

NUMBER OF RANTS AND/OR ANXIETY ATTACKS - 2

I think by now you've got the gist, catch you next week for the latest installment of my dating saga...

Love Nicole xx