THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

I have 4.

Yes, 4 loves of my life.

one, two, three, four.

Simple as that!

Does that sound just a *little* bit greedy??

I figure, what's better than having 1 love of my life? ...well, having 4 of them, ofcourse darling!

The catch is, I don't want to share them~ so i guess that would be classed as greedy hey.

(Although, I am talking about them with you on my blog.. does that count as sharing them? Giving insight into them? Into the workings of my psyche? Maybe im not so greedy afterall)

It's ok to have 4... isn't it?

Who are they?

I thought you'd never ask! :)

Let me discuss:

Every now & then, you will meet someone who will completely blow you away.

Instantly.

That first impression will often set the benchmark for your future relationship with them.

You had fun with them & they left a huge impact on you.

From then on, the friendship & relationship can

only grow stronger.

No question about it. You are enamoured by them.

You want to see them every day & spend every waking

minute with them.

They are constantly on your mind. Morning, noon & night.

You want to love them, you want to smother them in kisses, you want to protect them, you want to help them, you want to always be there for them, if you could give them the world you would.

Then they do a small, simple gesture.

They smile at you.

They might hold your hand or give you a hug.

A kiss.

Just that little display of affection can keep your heart smiling for days, weeks, even months to come.

Every time you see them, whether it's often or not, you always experience a warm buzzing feeling deep down inside your heart.

Instantly a rush of endorphins flood over you.

You could be surrounded by a crowd of people, but in that very moment, nothing else matters except them.

The world around you is insignificant.

You are caught up in the moment!

I am ofcourse, talking about my 3 nieces & my 1 nephew.

The 4 loves of my life.

The very instant i met them after they were born, i felt

all of the above & more!

Instant, unselfish love.

I would do anything for those kids.
Anything.
No questions asked.
***
Im sorry if you got the wrong impression.
But i guess thats your fault for making such a wild assumption that i was in love with 4 men!

Thats just crazy.

ps- xox

'WOMANISER' / 'PLAYER'

Are you?

It's definitely not the most desired thing to be called.

So why the label/s?

Do people use these labels to degrade others in the hope that they will feel good about themselves?

To make them look like a better person?

Is there a higher authority that people reserve the right to use only at someone elses downfall/expense?

Who gives a rats.

In the grand scheme of things, who am I to judge the next person?

Seriously.

By judging others too soon, it makes us look shallow.
Answer me this truthfully- Do you REALLY feel better after dissing someone? You might be smirking on the outside, but deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, is your moral compass telling you it's not cool to do that..

Let's break it down & see what we come up with.

What makes a guy a womaniser/player anyway?

Perhaps it's just a perception that isn't based on fact.

He gets along well with the ladies? He's charming? He's charismatic? He knows what he wants & goes for it?

Wow. He sounds terrible. I'll take one!

(i must say.. it is a lethal mix if you have the right balance of each of those! see previous post discussing these: http://copesesque.blogspot.com/2011/05/confidence-charisma-charm-lethal-mix.html )

So what if he prefers hanging out with the ladies- we are nice to look at, we always smell amazing & hey- shock horror- we're kind of interesting too.

You feel comfortable hanging out with girls?

That's cool.

I feel comfortable hanging out with guys.

Exhibit A: a couple of weeks ago i was at a pub for a farewell. For about 2-3hours, i was drinking beer & playing snooker with the boys. No other girl played. Me & a range of different guys.

Hold up- am i a player because of this?

Surely not.

It does swing both ways.. although girls are more commonly known as maneaters or flirts.
Or worse.. but you don't need me to spell it out for you.

Either/ either.

Bottom line is, if a girl is dumb enough to believe everything she hears without working it out for herself, she's obviously not worth your time or energy.

What ever happened to 'Don't judge a book by it's cover?'

Personally, i take it all with a grain of salt.

If somebody exclaims 'He's a player.' In my books, that makes them look worse than the so called 'player.' Why the diss?

(Pretty sure i discussed this at the outset..)

A friend recently told me that he had been called a 'womaniser.'

What- is this now a black mark against his name? Beware girls!

I think not.

What is interesting is that I had been told this same person was a 'player.'

As much as i was never going to tell him about this, i fessed up.

It wasn't easy. But as he'd brought up the subject, i knew

it would be ok.

Those labels? Empty.

I never believed for a moment that he was.
At the same time, isn't everyone a little bit like this?

More often than not, after you actually get to know someone, they are nothing like the lies you heard at first & you'll discover something amazing- that they are actually a really

lovely person.

Those who believe everything they hear instead of working it out for themselves.. take a little time & work it out in your own head. Don't blab your empty lies to us.

Did i do the right thing by telling my friend?

xox

ps- This post wouldn't be complete without this, hahaa, enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWJhpFdiAXc

"GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT"

Damn straight.

I lived this when i flew home from Sydney - Melbourne.
Flying Tiger, ofcourse, because I'm cheap.

(no.. not cheap in THAT way you dirty blog reader of mine! ..even though i do wear a handcuff bracelet.. but that's another story.)

After a ride in a taxi where the driver told me 'You need a husband with a good job & a good heart.' I Arrived at the airport.

Flight cancelled. Brilliant.

Line up at Tiger for almost... 2hours i think.

Patience is definitely a virtue.

There was an older chick a few people behind me who was having a rant on her mobile about how rubbish it all was, talking loudly, abruptly, annoyingly, swearing.. you get the point.

What are you going to do love?? Make a scene and look like an absolute idiot while doing so? Mission accomplished, sweetie.

So because i couldn't change the situation & i was definitely going to be in line for a long time, i made the most of it.

Earphones in. Music on. *Possibly dancing away to the beats.. not a care in the world!

Its my turn to go to the counter. I'm ecstatic!

Finally i get to find out if A: I'm getting on a flight home tonight. B: sleeping in the airport overnight. C:booking myself a train ticket home for the following day.

*PAUSE POST*

~here's a lil extra info for you: although my first & only (thus far..) boyfriend was 2.5years younger than me, i have ALWAYS been more attracted to older guys. ALWAYS.~

*RESUME POST*

I walk up to the counter. Lovely guy. I'd say in his 30's. Sparkly, friendly eyes. Dimples. Big smile.

I'm all friendly & start chatting away to him while he gets me onto a flight home that evening to Avalon airport. I'm stoked.

He's been working from 2pm - 9pm.

No break. No food. No nothing.

Poor love.

Hands me my boarding pass & apologises for the 2hr wait.

No worries mate, its not your fault :) have a good night.

I venture through to customs. Take off all my metal including my handcuff bracelet & place it in the x-ray tray.

'Scuse me Miss, but you can't take this bracelet on the plane with you because it is a replica of a weapon. If you want to keep it, you'll have to go back to the check in

counter & check your bags in.'

This, friends, is the LAST thing you want to hear.

I got this bracelet from the Portobello Road Markets in London.

I definitely am not giving it up.

I head back to check in. Fuming.

There are 2 lines. One for Tullamarine Airport & one

for Avalon Airport.

Now that i am checked in for Avalon Airport, i go straight to the front of the very short line.

My lovely check in guy comes over & is like 'Sorry guys, we're getting everyone all in the one queue now,

you'll have to move over there.'

I say 'You JUST checked me in, like 5 minutes ago.

I need to check in my bag please.'

He remembered me.

(I've discovered it pays to be friendly to your check in guy)

I am informed that because i haven't paid for luggage,

i am now up for $70.

They don't take eftpos.

Only cash or credit card.

Oh, and if you use credit card, it's an extra $6.

Lovely.

To lighten any situation, i always try to make someone laugh/smile.

'Looks like its credit card then.. unless you'll accept $15 cash?!'

Clearly joking with the gorgeous man.

He seemed to take a liking towards me and said

'In all the confusion... i *forgot* to charge you for the baggage.' :)

*SHOCKED! I actually gasped & had the biggest smile on my dial.

'You're a good man. Thankyou. Have a great night :) '

Also, there will be a couple more posts about Sydney.

In no particular order.

ps- I love you and i love Sydney.

XOX