So I haven’t written a blog post for a few weeks due to the fact I simply felt like I had nothing interesting to write about. Those who have read my previous posts will know that I have been single since Valentine’s Day last year and since then I have kissed one boy. That is it! Now as a girl (17 onwards) I have always been confident when it comes to “pulling men” some of my best tactics have included throwing ice cubes at a guy (he in turn turned out to be a very well-known visual DJ), kicking a guy in his shins while he walked past (very fit however his tattooed twin I later discovered was fitter, damn it wrong twin!) and the legendary (well my guy friends seem to be impressed) “hi you fancy a shag?”, “Yeah sure”, “TAXI!”.
However somehow over the past 2 years all my confidence has disappeared. No longer do I throw frozen objects at men and the last person I kicked in the shin was my friend, who quite frankly deserved it. I just don’t get what is wrong with me. I don’t think this lack in confidence is helped when I go out. As while enjoying a few beverages (usually a dry gin martini with a twist) I have to compete not only with my beautiful housemate and best friend @datebellasdiary (she’s a right little fittie) but also with the sea of scantily clad, heel wearing, hair flowing, legs, bums and boobs showing girls who are not only younger and skinnier then me but who can put on fake eyelashes better.
After a few months of wallowing I have come to the conclusion that they can simply fuck off, the old Hayley is back and here to stay. So what if I’m not a skinny mini, I am me and they can either lump it or leave it (usually they leave it, but I have decided that this is there loss). Right sorted now, all I need to do now is convince Bella to go out drinking…..