Cold Shoulder – Why Do I Care?

I had a one night stand with a work colleague a few months back. It meant nothing then. This year we have been flirting, but suddenly he went cold. Why do I suddenly care? I can’t stop thinking about him but I don’t think I’m ready for anything serious. So why do I even care that he seems to have changed his mind?

Welcome to the New Truth Booth!

Today, it is exactly a year since my Norm realised one of his many ideas and launched The Truth Booth. Over the past year we have had at least one new post each day and over 13.000 visitors! I am, of course, over the moon, but the man keeps saying “it’s not good enough”. He’s a proper Scrooge, he is, and he gets grumpier for every day – he’ll be a real charmer by the time he’s 75… =)

Anyway, not one to let any party poopers ruin my day, I am celebrating this special day with a spring cleaning of the Booth and some pink bubbles. To mark this special event, I’ve just launched a more colourful Truth Booth that gives us more flexibility. For a while it will be running parallel with the wordpress blog, but come summertime we will be phasing this blog out and move in to our new booth completely.

Come have a look at www.thetruthbooth.co.uk – there’s still some work to be done, but I hope you like what you see. We have a few more little treats coming up in the near future, so stay tuned and we’ll see what our second year has in store for us all.

Cheers, and Happy Birthday to us all!

//Yours Truly x

What’s With the Cyber Phantoms?

I was chatting to this guy from a dating site and I asked for a photo of him. He replied that he would only consider sending one a lot further down the road in our communication. Naturally, alarm bells went off for me. We’d already been emailing one another for several days.

I’ve come to realise that if a guy doesn’t make a move by the fourth or fifth email – like asked for my number or suggested meeting up, yet continues to email, asking question after question and expressing great interest in me and my life, that he actually has no intention of getting out of cyberspace. Ever. Something is not right; he’s most likely a loner; odd; married; deeply lacking confidence or something like that. Or he could have horrendeous scarring on his face and be unable to face a woman but wants and needs the interaction with the opposite sex like most of us do. One just doesn’t know.

Anyway, so instead of obliging me with the requested photo although he had several of me, he gave me a description of himself. He said he was 5’9, 83-85kg, size 9 shoes, short hair. He didn’t mention his eye or hair colour. I found the emphasis on his foot size odd. Don’t you?

I had to write him and explain that I wasn’t into emailing for hours on end and that in my experience staying too long in cyberspace with a stranger is unhealthy. He wrote “Your opinion is respected and I’ll not seek to change that. Wish you well in your endeavours, now and in the future”. He may of respected my opinion but he sure as hell wasn’t respecting my wishes for safety. And that was that. Ho hum; another fuzzy encounter online.

Reason Gave In to Rabelaisian Rebellion

So Confession time. (In a strictly non-Catholic way.) It wasn’t meant to happen. I didn’t want it to. I even fought it. But to no avail. Reason gave in to Rabelaisian rebellion and I lost control. I fell in love.

Most of the time it feels like having a vicious flu. Every fibre of my being is on fire, all muscles ache and breathing is about as painful as swallowing ice cold Coca-Cola when you’re really thirsty. And that’s just the physical aspect. Mentally it’s like being caught in one of those nightmares one used to have as a teenager. You know, where you make a spectacular fool of yourself in the most embarrassing situations.

All of a sudden arranged marriages doesn’t sound as such a bad idea. Presumably, they are the result of families comparing tick lists and calculating the probability of a happily ever after scenario. That’s reason. Something a Rabelaisian approach leaves very little room for. Instead you find yourself floating on a sea of fun, frolics and fantasies. No river too deep. No mountain too high.

This lurve business is probably more damaging to people’s health than passive smoking. Has Gordon Brown been informed?

Late for a Date?

I’m confused. I arranged to meet someone I’ve met online and they were late! As this was a first meet with several texts confirming time and place I was a bit miffed to say the least! On trust no pictures were exchanged so no they did not see me or ‘cancel” as I was a minger.

At 11mins past time arranged another text came to say they were 30mins away. Could not adam and eve it! Waited a bit more for ETA however was not impressed at all. 40 mins after appointed time I left. Am concerned should I have stayed to ‘meet and greet’ or as I decided to do piss off home and switch off my phone! Which would you have done?

I Let Him Hit Me

I’ve been seeing this guy for a little bit over 4 months. When I met him, I knew he was a bit rough, and to be honest it was only supposed to be about sex. Things grew, and although it’s early days, we both know and have said that we are in love. However, he’s insanely jealous, and twice now he’s gotten agressive when I’ve seen someone or text someone he doesn’t like. We spend every night together, so he knows I’m not cheating, I wouldn’t have the time! Also, I love him too much to be unfaithful.

However, he’s smashed up my phone twice, bitten me, pushed me around, thrown things at me, spat at me and kicked me, among other things. He’s never punched me, but I do have bruises afterwards. I will confess to fighting back to get him off me etc so I’m no angel. My problem is that having chosen to forgive him (he’s on his last warning), my biggest problem is the person it makes me. I always swore I’d never be the sort of woman who stands for that sort of thing, and now I’m worried I’m losing my personality and turning into the sort of person I used to despise for being weak. But I love him and don’t want to be without him.

Tube Munchers

No, no, no, no, noooo! Firstly, the reallly hot woman who got on at Old St. I thought you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen but when you got that kebab out and the white sauce started to dribble down your chin you turned into the ugliest! And the bloke who got on at Moorgate today and proceeded to eat that filthy slab of meat in a pitta – you looked a mess! Don’t do it! It stinks!

Friends With My Exes

I am so upset. I’m incomplete! Why does life have everything to do with the opposite sex? I’m a female and I’ve been in such up and down relationships. I’ve never really had a real boyfriend. When there is a guy in my life it feels like the greatest feeling ever. I hate that I can’t just be happy single. Men make you happy and then it’s like they know how to make you sad. They take away your happiness. Is it something I do? I don’t think so because I’m friends with all my exes. I think I’m a fool.

I’m Marrying a Man but I’m not into Men

I am getting married to a man I love very much, but I am not in love with him. I’m in love with my best friend and have been for a couple years but I don’t know how to tell her. I also don’t know how to tell my family that I don’t like men. I’m terrified of losing everyone because of this – what can I do?

Underground Suicides

I know that they are in a world of hurt, I know that there are apparently no other options or ways out of their morbid black hole but, seriously, do you have to jump in front of a train? What about the driver of the train? Do you think he appreciates smashing into you at 50mph and seeing you splat everywhere? Do you think he’ll sleep easy that night knowing what happened? Or what about the millions of commuters and tourists who’s journeys you mess up because of your selfish act? Suicide isn’t painless, it’s a fucking pain in the arse. Get some balls and do it where and when it doesn’t affect anybody else apart from yourself.