For example presenting to over 50 people on a stage worthy of X Factor.. I can tell you now. Scary. Oh im fine gossiping about the positive effects of pore minimising primer with a group of friends over lunch (MAC Prep & Prime- amazing btw) but ask me to stand up in front of a room of Beauty experts and I will want to crawl on my hands and knees out of the room straight to the safety of the refreshments table. As much as this scares me it’s personal wins like this that grow your character, experience and career and I’m so glad I did it.
Leaving the house without make up- this may sound like a simple task which many girls do everyday but for me my MAC pro-longwear (NC35) is my defense against the world keeping me safe from any outbreaks/un-evenness or embarassment (hides redness like an absolute charm) and I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without it, & as for misplacing my eyebrow pencil on Monday- palpitations right there. I have however surprised myself by managing to ditch the slap lately and brave the world without it- hoorah.
Planning the future. Future planning. I’m not very good at this & never have been very good at it- why save when you can have a new wardrobe? What am I going to be doing in 5 years- what are YOU going to be doing in 5 years. How do you feel about marriage- did someone say shots?
Ok I’m a master of distraction and a bit of a commitment phobe. Commitment = Scary with a capital S. But not so much now- I seem to have found the male version of myself who also amazingly knows how to reign in my ridiculous ideas- lets move to the shard, lets get a dog, lets buy a warehouse and convert it into a house, and has even managed to control my hoarding- neon tutu and matching shoes from 80s night at uni finally took a nose-dive into the bin after 6 years! Along with accompanying me on my little treks and ticking off things on my carefully compiled tick list of random stuff I’ve always wanted to do (outdoor cinema, art exhibitions, climbing the 02 as well as hammering through my foodie list).
Dinner parties- so we had our first couples dinner party a few weeks back. This may not sound like a big deal but anyone that knows me and my commitment phobe tendancies- knows this was ever so grown up. The other half and I were on our way to our first dinner party asking each other what happens at dinner parties- neither of us knowing and wondering whether it was just going to turn into a piss up. It did very much turn into this complete with vodka pong and drinking games but the food was amaze (if your reading Rusty & Soph) & I can’t wait to attend another!- this time I won’t wander upstairs in a champagne fuelled haze only to be found later curled up in a ball at the bottom of a bed (SORRY).
Meeting THE parents. Right.
I was SO scared about meeting the other half’s parents. I do have somewhat of a parent phobia and have been known to put it off for years, what if they hate me, what if I fall over (this has happened in the past- I’m long and walking can be challenging) and it has always been sprung on me unexpectedly. There was really no need to worry about it though, they were lovely and I ended up dancing in a restaurant with his mum, the belly dancer and the hired entertainment tried to get his mum to come clubbing with us, before falling backwards into the other halves car, legs in the air whilst wearing a dress and the other half being totally sober and refusing my drunken advances whilst trying to fold my legs to get me into an upright seated position. Oh for first impressions Han you really are the best. What a lucky boy!
Booking a holiday with the other half- have done this before which proved to be utterly disastrous so my initial nervousness at booking something is
kind of justified.
- 1st holiday with an ex- staying at his families villa (they’re away for the summer he said, it’ll be really romantic he said). Cue arguments over money, what we ate, where we went, missed our return flight, ex nearly shot by armed guards due to drunkenness at the airport, & the family turns up. Surprise gran curveball thrown at me on the second to last day who lectured us on sex before marriage and made us sleep in separate rooms.. couldn’t hear a word I said and kept calling me Jane. Also surprise cousin thrown at me on the holiday in the shape of a 14 year old going through her “Goth- I hate life and most of all- I hate you phase” along with a pervy uncle and an auntie that made me want to stuff sand into my ears just to drown out the sound of her voice. Hashtag loving this holiday.
- 2nd holiday different ex- arguments all over the place. He left me in the middle of no-where to find my way back to the hotel because I didn’t want to spend ALL our money on food. Jeez (nearly got an early flight home as I wanted to cave his head in with a shoe). Throw in his dislike of the beach/ lack of sex/ awful bartering skills (spent all our money on authentic coffee -neither of us drank coffee) and inversion to do anything apart from sit by the pool. Bore me another day. Chuck in a few looky looky men “buy my old socks so I can feed my family” a bit of food poisoning and overcast weather, it was on the whole- awful.
From these TERRIBLE experiences it kind of put me off holidays with boyfriends which made me worry about booking one with a boy ever again.. but I can say I’m properly looking forward to Egypt and the only thing I’m taking from previous bad experiences is – Men always want to eat- booked an All Inclusive this time!!
Peace, Love & False Lashes xo