Katy Perry – The One That Got Away

This song has been in my head for a couple of weeks, probably because a couple of weeks ago I got chatting to an old school friend I hadn’t seen in 20 years.
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Yes it changes sometimes, but is that really such a big deal?

Whenever even a minor change is unveiled there’s always a cry of “It it ain’t broke’, don’t fix it!”.
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date2Some time ago I went on a date with quite a nice man. Just to give you some background, we’d ‘met’ online on a dating site almost a year before, chatted loads, had a few phone calls too, but we never managed to meet up. Despite living less than 30 miles apart we were thwarted by money, time and I think a kind of apathy; both single, both had some bad experiences… We pretty much stopped chatting, our contact waned to a few ‘pokes’ on Facebook.

Out of the blue almost a year later I received a text:

So when can I whisk you off for a romantic meal for two? Xxx

My first thought was that he’d obviously mixed up his contacts in his phone, and I sent a text back saying just that. But no, he’d been reading though the messages we sent each other the year before and said “All I can say is what a fool I was for not making the time to meet u xxxxxxx

To say I was excited was a bit of an understatement. It was a first date with someone I felt I knew already despite having never met him.

He picked me up, we went to an Indian restaurant not far from mine and we had a lovely night. The conversation never stopped (and he was even sexier in real life!). We talked and laughed all evening and he came in for a drink when he drove me home. Again, we sat and talked and just relaxed with each other.

He had to leave fairly early as he had an early start, so we said goodbye and off he went. A little while later I got this text:

Hey thanks again for a great evening my apologies I had to shoot off, just got home now xxx

We exchanged a couple more texts that night before saying goodnight and all felt right with the world.

Except that was it! Over the next couple of weeks I sent him three texts, all unanswered.

What’s up with that?!

Today he ‘liked’ a post I put on Facebook. Why, when he doesn’t seem to want any contact with me?!

So…..a request to all who read this:

Guys – Please say what you mean. Don’t be nice to save our feelings – it doesn’t.

Girls – Don’t get your hopes up, some guys are people pleasers.

(I appreciate that these roles are reversed a lot of the time too)

It’s good to talk…

NOTE: This conversation took place between my daughter and I on Facebook late one night. It made me chuckle so I thought I’d share it with you all.

My Daughter: I Think I Have Like A Mild Case Of Keratosis Pilaris 😉 On My Thighs And Elbows 😉

Me: Err…..what is that?!

My Daughter: Like Little Spots Or Bumps That Are Like Red. I Have Always Had Them.

Me: Do they hurt or itch?

My Daughter: No. Why?

Me: Just asking. You’ll probably grow out of it, but you can try gentle exfoliation and using soap-free cleanser

My Daughter: Well They Itch Sometimes.

Me: Might be because skin dries out in winter

My Daughter: But I Have Always Had Them. Since I Can Remember. Like For Years.

Me: It starts in childhood

My Daughter: Wtf? Are You Googling It?

Me: It gets worse around puberty, but usually improves after that. Often disappears at adulthood. Lol, I’m on the NHS website

My Daughter: But I Think I Have That. And There’s Like Nothing You Do Moisturizing Can Make It Less Noticeable But Not Go Completely.

Me: Moisturising and exfoliation help, but it will fade in time. I’ll have a look at it tomorrow.

My Daughter: Apparently It Doesn’t Go.

Me: NHS website says it does normally

My Daughter: Well Google Doesn’t.

Me: The NHS is a website run by trained medical professionals

My Daughter: And Google Is Cool.

New Year’s Eve

new years eveNew Year’s Eve. A time for people to look back on the past year and work out if it went according to plan. To make plans and formulate strategies for the coming year.

A quick glance at Facebook at this time of year will reveal plenty of status updates alluding to this:

“2012 has been a hard year, but I know 2013 will be better!”

“I can’t believe I’ve made it through this year. Thanks to all my friends who got me through. 2013 is gonna be MY year, just you watch me!”

Call me a cynic but I bet this time last year the same people posted very similar statuses. And the year before….

Do the people who don’t post these statuses have great years? No! They just move on quickly and refuse to dwell on the bad stuff.

Everybody has hard times. Everybody. Nobody just glides through life without a care in the world. The trick is to not give the bad times too much importance. Deal with it while you have to then put it behind you and never look back. Whatever the future brings, you want to meet it face on.

I’m not trying to be blasé about it; it is hard. And when it feels the hardest is when you need to do it the most. But life will feel better if you only look forward.

Happy New Year x

Modern Technology

I was at work today, working hard doing about fifteen things at the same time, as normal, when I was suddenly awe-struck by technology.

I’m in my mid thirties, so I’m old enough to remember actually having to go to a friends house to find out if they were in. We communicated either face-to-face or through handwritten letters. The closest I came to technology was playing games on my Spectrum 128K.

And yet there I was today, working in a database that people in the US are also using; emailing PDFs to Dubai; sharing files on Dropbox with people all over the country, and arranging an online training session with a company I’ve signed us up with. On top of that I was keeping up with my family abroad on Facebook, and keeping up with tweets from all over the world on Twitter.

Is it just me that finds that absolutely amazing? The power to do so much is at our fingertips; the possibilities are endless.

I think I’m part of the lucky generation because I CAN remember a time before this. It won’t be long before the past is as foreign to us as the Middle Ages.

I think tonight, after video chatting with some friends on FaceTime on my iPod, and watching some telly on NetFlix, I’m going to go to bed with a book. Not my Kindle tonight. Because as much as I love this amazing new world and all it has opened up for me, I’m not quite ready to totally give the past up just yet.

Stop hiding behind your cats!

I’m an Instagram user. Alas, there’s not enough room on my phone to install it but I use it on my iPod. I love it – I love how easy it is and how quickly you can share whatever you want with anybody in the whole world. And how it makes my shots look great!

A good friend was having a little moan about it though. About how all he ever sees on there were pictures of cats and glasses of wine. He swears he wasn’t having a go at me, but I admit I’m as guilty of it as anybody. I love my daughters cat, and I love a nice glass of wine or bottle of beer after a long day at work.

But as my friend says, we all love looking at photos of our friends. Why don’t we share whatever we want to share, but with ourselves in the shot?

My immediate reaction was to worry that the cat is far more photogenic than I am, but I mulled it over. Who really wants to see just a cat, or just a glass of wine? He’s right. People probably would like it to be more fun. More personal.

So I’ve given it a go.

I’ll be honest: my self esteem isn’t that high. I’m not a fan of having my photo taken, and actually looking at the photo afterwards. I avoid it whenever I can. But in the last year I’ve begun to see myself differently. Parts of me that I used to hate, I now have a grudging respect for. A few parts of me I actually think are quite nice. And finally, after years of thinking they’re horrible, I’ve come around to the fact that I actually have pretty eyes.

So far I’ve taken 3 photos of myself with Instagram. And I didn’t take about 20 each time and pick the best – they were each the first try. I’ve experimented by posting them other places too; Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr. And my friend (as always) was right. People do like to see them. I’ve had ‘likes’, been ‘favourited’ and had several comments.

I’ve relaxed about myself and as a result my social media is more sociable. How’s that for a win-win situation?!

I dare you all to try it. Tweet me your photos @Little_Miss_W_ or post them on my Facebook page Little Miss W

I’m looking forward to seeing you.