Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Game

“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.” 

I love the chase. It's the mystery that gets me.
The moment where you can believe you are captivating, mesmerising and have the ability to make any man fall instantly in love with you.

As I get older and more bitter, I realise it's that golden moment in which you are still able to believe that this might be Something.
 I understand that as you get older, men and women have more baggage, more scars and more reasons to keep a relationship casual.

I have my fair share of baggage too, but that doesn't mean that I deserve an 11pm text from a Potential, asking me if I want to go for a 'drive'. Don't get me wrong, I don't need a ring for a boot-knocking, but who do men think they are kidding with that rouse? It's as overplayed as Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is You" every December. 

I'm pretty sure your chances were on the up and up before you suggested that I imprint my ass with your seat belt, while you imprint your sweat on me. While the idea of an evening overlooking the soccer field from your old ford is delightful, I'm fairly certain I'm old enough to know that there's a difference between a good time between two game players and an insult!

We all do things we aren't proud of when we don't feel like our best selves. Sometimes, one might hit on someone harder than a sexually frustrated hammer on an unsuspecting nail, (not speaking from any personal experience of my own whatsoever) and not actually mean them any disrespect... but my point still stands.

Dear anonymous,

You are vetoed. . Guns n Roses had it right, all you needed was just a little patience. By the time you realise, I will be back seat to Prince Charming on a white horse. 

Enjoy your solo baggage.


<3 Miss Coordinate

“I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one.” 

Just put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Just pretend that we're together all alone
Tell the man to turn the juke box way down low

And you can tell your friend there with you, he'll have to go

Happy Belated Birthday Elvis!

1 comment:

  1. Helen I love your blogs!! Theyre not fake theyre true. You shouldve become a psychologist :p Be Mineeeee!
    Love lots Mal xxx