New Year, New You, New Men, New Me!

 If even Jennifer Hawkins can be dumped, the hope for relationship stability seems slim – even slimmer than her! Make no mistake she was dumped by retail giant Myer not her hunky boyfriend Jake Wall. Myer gave Jen Hawkins the boot (Read the article here: http://news.ninemsn.com.au/entertainment/8190557/hawkins-dumped-from-myers-la-show) and not the fashionable kind, giving her the ‘it’s-not-you-it’s-your-agent’ line. The agent declined to comment and so far on the last day of 2010, Jennifer Hawkins hasn’t said a word in her defence. Their’s a lesson here….their always is; to put an end to unhealthy relationships in 2011. New Year’s Resolution # 1

The second lesson to learn is not to accept being treated as less than what you know you’re worth. Whether or not Jen Hawkins is the diva that some speculate she is we can all identify with a situation where in a relationship we were undervalued or underappreciated. Not in 2011!

The reason why we won’t settle for anything less than perfection is because the trusted news Gods at CNN have forewarned us that the universally iconic midnight kiss may pave the way to a year of good fortune or bad luck.  They warn against drunken and thus blind, lip-locking. Kissing experts tell us if we act swiftly but unwisely that lack of intelligence will follow us through 2011. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to force stupidity’s hand just because you were stupefied by that hazily handsome man at the New Year’s Eve fireworks would you? (Watch the report here: http://edition.cnn.com/video/#/video/living/2010/12/30/collins.kissing.in.new.year.cnn?iref=allsearch)

In Sydney, the New Years Eve celebrations are themed around big changes; they declare to New Years Eve revellers to ‘make their mark” – not just on someone else’s face but on the world, and no one ever did the latter, blind drunk. Resolutions # 3 and 4 – don’t kiss frogs, only princes and make your mark – don’t deny what is pre-destined because of pre-mixed drinks.

If it is true that love comes when you’re not looking for it then this year, ‘make your mark’ on the world, in your family, in the office even, because, as your changing the world, all eyes will closely watch you and in the corner you’re not looking, will be that person waiting for you to notice their adoration for you and you don’t want them looking on while your kissing a New Years Eve mistake.

Yahoo released a Top Ten list of what we were most obsessed with this year and Jersey Shore sat comfortably in the Top 5. While I will admit to subscribing to this side-splittingly funny, mind-numbing show, I’ll suggest that we let Mike “The Situation” make our stupid mistakes for us while we look on in awe and relief at the fact that we know better and in 2011, do better. (http://yearinreview.yahoo.com/2010/us_10_obsessions#10%20Obsessions%20of%202010 )



Summer Lovin'

It’s summer in Sydney and the heat is on and my question while the sun is shining and our skin is bare is; how safe is it to play with fire? That old flame is lingering, dancing (very well) in your mind and twirling up a disco inferno. 

You know the type. 

He’s that man you’ve held a penchant for for weeks, months, years even. He’s always charming, ever-friendly and never flawed – so you can’t catch him up on anything and the saucy news is he’s at a party near you, salsa dancing with your friend. This man enjoys the chase but you’re unsure if he’s still running after you because if he is after all this time you're thinking what great endurance he must have to be running this marathon.  You keep waving that finish-line-flag in a desperate bid to stop the games. 

In the silly season that we are in do we run with it, let our hair and guard down, enjoy the festive flirt and then lament our loneliness later, or, do we stay sensible so there’s no damage control or heartbreaking New Year’s resolutions to remake and possibly re-break?

My disco-dancer is footloose. He just can’t stop toe-tapping around me. He is a round the clock thought, a year round whirlwind and no weatherman could have ever predicted the natural disaster that would become of me. I play it cool these days, I played it smart (I thought) back then and he just played…everyone and everything around me. I'm persistent - a great strength and weakness - so I waited and smiled my way politely into friendship territory and now I’m stuck as the BFF when all I wanted was to be the GF….. and subsequent wife (but that was in the fine print). 

There’s my issue. 

It’s the so far eternal struggle to find the man who will keep his pants on, his hands out of his pants and his arms happily around me without an upward or downward slide. As a girl saving herself for marriage (we’re a dying few) and unwilling to compromise, it’s difficult to find a man who’s happy to love you for you, without ‘bed-loving’ you first. That crush of yours predatory and unable to wait, taunts you with his manly charm and primitively delivers his mating call. He appears EVERYWHERE as your forbidden fruit. 

As complex as it may be, it's not rocket science. We all know summer fruits are best had in their season. 

If they’re overripe they don’t satiate your desire and if they’re pre-season, they’re sour and unwelcome. BUT... in summer – they’re sweet, refreshing and can be shaken or stirred in a cocktail of your choice. 

I think I’ve just answered my question and resolved to let this fire burn, baby, burn. 

The worst that could come of this is that a cute fireman will come to my rescue and we ALL love a man in uniform!