Ready or not?

On Friday I met a friend of my mum's who lives near the south coast. We also met her new boyfriend. Those two had met on a dating site (she had separated from her husband a couple of years ago). And I was very impressed, that these guys, who are in their 60s, actually went on line, and were not afraid to look for love. And the worst is, they are all dating like crazy! They already have several exes (from the dating site), and it looks like now my mum's friend and her boyfriend are very happy together.
So if 60 something year olds living on the south coast of England can do it successfully, why not me? I took a peek at the website they used (which you'll be relieved to know does not only cater for the 60 year olds market), and I have decided to sign myself up. After all, what have I got to lose? Last time I was single I was living in Hong Kong, which was not the world's best environment to meet someone, so I am feeling very rusty in the dark art of dating. But perhaps a few encounters of that kind can help me get back on the dating horse, so to speak.
But I am not quite ready yet, I am still working on feeling like a goddess physically (trying to bring myself into shape a bit) and mentally (through my current mental reboot process). After that is completed (ETA May 2011) I will be ready for my world domination plans. In the meantime, I will go and have a slice of pizza now instead.

Yes Woman

One of my favorite books is "Yes Man" by Danny Wallace, about a London guy, semi loser, who one day decides to say yes to everything: accepting party invitations, lending money to mates and yes to all other challenges that life throws his way (the book was later made into a Hollywood movie with Jim Carrey which was not as good as the original). Well last week I turned into Yes Woman, accepting all outing suggestions, and as a result ended up going out every single night:

• Monday a drink or two (and juicy gossip) with an ex colleague from when I lived in Hong Kong.


• Tuesday was a night out with the girls in our team (if only Joe from sales or Ben from finance could have heard our feedback on their various body parts).


• Wednesday my friend Lucy took me to the opera, in Covent Garden Opera House. Words would not suffice to describe the experience.


• Thursday was another work dinner with people from my nationality I have just met on my floor (at work that is, not inside my home, that would have been weird).


• Friday I went to see the new Woody Allen film "You will meet a tall dark stranger". Yeeah, it's ok, good if you don't have anything better to do.


• Saturday I spent the afternoon in a garden eating cakes and sipping tea and champagne at a Garden, Tea and Champagne party. Then in the evening, clearly not having had enough action, I had dinner with high school friends who were in town.

By Sunday morning I was tired. Boyyyy, so tired. So what did I decide to do? Spring clean the flat. And then head to the gym. And what happened in the gym? I lifted a tiny little weight and my back went KKRREEAAKK. And that was that, no more back for Evie. Today I spent the day dragging my carcass around looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I went to see the physio, seriously praying that he would not ask me to take my trousers off and stand in my underwear, the situation would have been very, erm, hairy. Thank god he did not.. Now I've got to give the crazy running around a rest, and I do like the sound of that. So the moral of the story is: sometimes even the Yes Woman has got to learn to say No.