So as i hopped on my train from my absolutely amazing couple of days in little New york with my boyfriend where i ate my weight in food and i maxed out my lifetime amount of laughter. I somewhere between Manchester Piccadilly and Leicester station realized that not only do i now know i should not get the morning train ( the nodding off, the dribble and the whole of the carriage of passengers gorping at you isn't so classy) but i realized THE GIRL CODE is in fact a devil in disguise (and i aint talking boss kind of devil gals).
I could sit and tell you the dating rules of New York city how the first date is a soft (but secretly forward) kiss to end the night , the second date is a smooch and somewhere near the third date your on your way to the bedroom. we could sit and go through all the DOs and DONTs of how to behave and whether on your first date your allowed to wear that gorgeous Prada dress that makes you feel like you run the world or you have to keep it low key to keep him guessing( like the last summer fling back that makes him wonder why your wearing an orange prom like dress in a room full of women dressed in black ballgowns). lets imagine you are sitting across the table from a man who you are probably mad about and you go through all these rules your girlfriends have probably thrown onto you , wearing a dress which probably wasn't your first option , you say all the right things and you avoid all the things your not supposed to do to impress this man.You ask all right questions and answer with all the right answers but wheres the fun in that?
We have all these strict instructions of what we must do to make these men fall in love with you but who made these rules? will men fall for these rules and like you? probably . Will the man you'll want to spend the rest of your life with fall for you ? probably not . Funny thing is not everyone's perfect and not everyone can have hair down to their bum and wear absolutely no make up and still look like they just walked off the catwalk. But what ive learnt is , if you are following these instructions is the man falling in love with you or the rules that every single gal seems to be following? After being in a relationship ive realized that no matter how much we plead for perfect we actually don't want perfect at all because what we do do is fall in love with imperfections. The simple things like the way he grabs you in his sleep , the way he ' steals your nose' when your mid-fight , the little things that only you two know about each other - its what makes 2 people one. If we look so hard for Mr perfect are we ignoring all chances of Mr right ?
Were all scared to gamble that's why we avoid casinos and even the arcades , we avoid the humiliation of losing everything for that one shot but what if we only get one shot? what if that last 20p in your warn out wallet is the only thing between you and your next big thing. I don't mean literally go to the casino and gamble everything you own ( unless your hardcore - but still not advised) but in life , if you don't gamble and take the chance we will never know the out come, we will constantly have the army of clouds over us with the 'what if '.
(and if he isn't the one a cocktail list should be in reaching distance and if its not you should never have sat down in the first place)
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