Glorious bastard

Choices – we have so many and yet so few sometimes…

We are all given choices in life, whether it be to turn left or right (unless of course you are a freak and can’t turn left like Zoolander), what cereal we are going to eat for breakie (personally, I choose Frosties or Choc Bits – I mean what an ingenious invention, chocolate in cereal, mmmm…) what we want to “become” (unless of course you are like my Vein Ex who’s dad was so über set on him becoming an accountant that he couldn’t see his son was anything but..) the car we drive, etc. Although this is technically a doubled-edged sword as many of us would love to drive a SLK 55 AMG / Beemer Z4 (always got your back Crombie) but alas our piss-willy slave salaries won’t allow it so it’s a choice but a rather limited choice…

I often ponder if this contradiction arising in one’s ability to choose things filters into the men we “date” – I place this in inverted commas as do people really date anymore…?! I mean your mate doesn’t introduce you to her new score and go: Oh chicken this is the guy I am dating *gag* Just sounds OLD, kinda like the saying chin-wag, I mean what the fuck?!

Now I know all the science stuff regarding pheromones, physical attractiveness etc (I won’t divulge into the biggest bullshit lie of course being attracted to someone for their personality. What a crock of scheit!) But my ponderation leads me to thunk about whether being lonely or dateless or desperate can effect your ability to find a guy attractive.

NB NOTE: this tart does not possess any of these highly anti-social qualities, at least for now – maybe when I am 50, all wrinkly and thoroughly fucked up from drinking too much, mmmm yes, maybe then…

I mean does being desperate, dateless or lonely or god forbid all three, lead to a lowering of one’s standards? Can this really turn a fiver into an 8? If so, I really wish my despair at not being able to buy new shoes would turn my old ones into Prada’s *sigh*