Rules of Attraction

Whats the one thing that really turns you off of the opposite sex?

I had a long discussion with my house mate last night after he came home from a date. He was less than pleased with how the date had panned out. It turns out that the girl was still be controlled by her ex of 5 months... (Are you wondering 'What the?' because I certainly was) but that was not what turned him off, he was turned off by the fact that she was 'fat'.

Now most girls in my situation would have smakced him over the back of the head and told him to stop being a prick, however that would be the pot calling the kettle black.

I think he is allowed to be picky about the weight of the girl he is dating, after all, it isnt his type. He is extremely sporty and has expressed the want to date someone who is equally as sporty. It would be relationship doomed to fail, he just didnt want to spend time pussy footing around. I congratulate him for that.

But then it got me thinking, what happens if he is missing out on the perfect girl because she is a little bit curvier? I know plenty of sporty girls who appear to be bigger, he could be missing out based on appearances.

I usually date very thin men. Im not a huge fan of muscle men or bulky men. I did, a while back go out with a guy who was 'chubbier' and he was lovely! I definatley thought it was worth it and disregarded that he didnt fit my usual 'type' (tall, thin, very defined bone structure or as my Mum describes them 'Greyhounds'). Unfortunatley it didnt work for other reasons!

Im not the type of person who sticks to my 'type', im really not that shallow or naive but I do know that there are a few aspects that will turn me off of a guy completely. I cant stand sitting accross from a guy who is a noisy, messy, grotty eater. There is nothing worse! I WILL make up an excuse to leave ASAP... I dont like guys who sit there and make fun of other people... I once went on a date with a guy who, by the very quick end, almost ended up with a black eye! He sat there and made fun of a guy behind me who was asleep, then a guy who happened to be over weight, then some children and so on and so on... The only time he wasnt making fun of others was when he was showing me drunken videos of himself. Smelly, Whiny, Rude and Badly dressed will also get the kick...

Im sure my list is longer but they are the things that come to mind now.

Things that impress me on a date are less relevant than things the dont impress me... Any one ever find that?

Anyway, im dying to find out whats on other peoples lists of Definate No No's on a date? Or whether or not you stick to your type??? Tell all!!!

Poppit xo

Little Miss Diva

Could someone please explain to me WHY people have floors that you cant wear shoes on? What the heck is the point?

Allow me to explain my issue:

I AM NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR HEELS IN MY HOUSE!!!!

Argh! Anybody who knows me understands that I LIVE in high heels! I own three pairs of flat shoes, Runners for running, Thongs for taking out the rubbish and a cute pair of Gladiators.

If I could, I would sleep in my heels.

When i first moved into my beautiful North Shore apartment with my room-mate it seemed nothing could bring me down off the high of the subtle yet mind blowingly amazing, modern house that I was paying very little rent to live in...That was until Roomy and I decided to go out... Of course, I had to get changed out of my daggy (flat shoed) moving clothes and into a nice sparkly/fluffy singlet, a pair of Skinny Jeans and my favourite pair of nude Tony Biancos... Should have seen the look on my Room-Mates face! It looked like I had just killed his mother using a kitten as a smothering device!!!

'OFF THE FLOOR' he practically screamed!!! I tip toed off the floor,ensuring my heels left no dents and came back with a shocked expression.

Since then it has been an on-going joke between me and well, me. I frequently make fun of roomy for paying a fortune to have floors that people aren't allowed to walk on... Now, I will admit, they are exceptionally nice floors and he takes care of them so that they are immaculate but couldn't he find a floor that was durable and looked pretty????

This isn't the first time this has happened to me. My Aunt built a house in the middle of the sticks and my first visit over there I almost ended up with amputated legs!!! Again, it was an on-going joke for me that I didn't understand why you would have a floor that someone cant walk on!

Then there was the time I went to my friends house when I was in high school, again, newly built... This time I wasn't wearing heels, due to the school uniform policy (and my disgust) I was wearing sandals... I just walked into the house...Not a second thought.... Until my friends WHOLE family looked at me like I was the grim reaper... My friend kindly whispered in my ear that shoes on the new floors were not appreciated!

Again, another joke for me...

I really don't get it! I pay a lot of money for my shoes, I want to wear them, I feel uncomfortable without them!!!

Now people will argue that they pay a lot of money for their floor, but why have a nice floor if people aren't allowed to walk on it!!??

I think its exceptionally rude when people ask me to removed my shoes! I cant begin to tell you how uncomfortable I am without my shoes on. I dislike feet, I dislike the thought of people seeing my feet, i dislike the idea (and this happens A LOT) of people thinking its okay that, because i have removed my shoes at the door, they are allowed to try them on and prance around outside in them!!!

If I ever build a home, I'm going to have concrete and tiles!!! Easy to clean and no-one will get shitty at you for having shoes on them!!!

Here is a message to people who don't like shoes on their floors: 'If you don't like it, be prepared to have pissy visitors! Also, if you feel the need to ask me to remove a piece of my clothing, please supply a chair so that on the occasions that I'm wearing a dress and shoes that are particularly hard to remove I don't have to sit my precious backside on your over-rated floor and flash the world!!!'

This is one of my diva traits!
Get used to it!
Poppit xo

Food for Thought

http://www.news.com.au/money/money-matters/students-tie-knot-to-boost-youth-allowance/story-e6frfmd9-1225848327154

Im completely and utterly disgusted and not for the reasons everyone else is!

Two students, who are not in love and happily and freely admitt they are marrying for money are allowed to marry under they eyes of the law, yet gay couples who are geuinley in love are not!!!!

W.T.F moment of the day! Year! Decade!

A Very Angry Poppit!

Please and Thankyou

Whatever happened to saying please and thankyou?

My Mum taught me from a very young age that you ALWAYS say please when you’re asking for something and ALWAYS say thank you after receiving something. Even if the person you’re asking/receiving from is a rude and arrogant prick you ALWAYS say thank you. No exceptions.

This is well ingrained. I always say please and thank you. When I go to the checkout at the super market, while I may not say ‘please may you serve me,’ I do have a general attitude that is friendly. I will ask the cashier how their day is and various other questions that most probably bother them no end. Then, when they finish my transaction I say thank-you.

In the Mornings when I get my coffee, I don’t have to ask for it any more, my baristas see me coming, but I always leave with my foam cup raised in the air and say ‘Thank you Gentlemen, have a wonderful day!’

Whenever I step onto a bus I will cheerily (even in the mornings before my coffee) greet the bus driver and when I skip off, regardless of how busy the bus may be, I will shout back a thank you and wave.

Even if I am having the shittiest day and I feel like the whole world is against me I will always make an effort to be friendly to people in customer service, because it’s a guarantee that they have had a far shittier, underappreciated day than I have.

I am astounded by the multitudes of people who lack common manners. A very small percentage of people say please or thankyou in any of the situations I stated above. I was having this conversation the other day with a friend and he kindly told me that he thanks volunteers and he thanks people who give him directions, but he refuses to thank someone that is being paid to provide a service.

I had no response. Yes they are being paid to provide a service, yes they are being paid to be friendly but is it really that hard to say thank you? Thank you for choosing this job so at the end of the day I don’t have to drive home? Thank you for choosing this job so I don’t have to pack my own groceries? Thank you for choosing this job so that I don’t have to drink instant coffee?

Thank you for choosing this most probably under paid and underappreciated job...

I remember when I was a teenager I LOVED customer service. I still do. I often think that if I ever was to leave my current job I would head straight for customer service work. I remember often going out of my way to provide service for customers, pricks or not, because I enjoyed working with people. I never did it because I wanted to be thanked, I did it because I enjoyed it, but do you know how special it was when a customer was nice back? When a customer appreciated my hard work? When a customer called the Myer store and told them how fantastic I was?

It was amazing to know I was appreciated.

Now I’m not saying every time you leave a store you automatically have to call up and report on the service that was provided for you, but next time you are on a bus, in a store or getting coffee, remember to say please and thank you... Even ask how the person’s day is, what their plans are for the evening or even what their favourite colour is! Treat them like a friend because unless they have done something truly horrible to you, they are NOT your enemy.

Poppitxo

!!!!Hot Cross Buns!!!!

Okay, Super Excited!!!

I’m not a big Easter person; I’m not religious, I don’t like chocolate that much and Im not really near family, so it currently has little to no significance in my life.

HOWEVER! I l-o-v-e hot-cross buns and today on my way to work I had my first one for the Easter season... It was delicious. I only wish I wasn’t in such a rush and had more time to savour the wonderful treat that it was...

Bring on a long weekend of Hot-Cross-Bun gorging!!!

Poppitxo

Moving

Me a stones throw away from my new house in the North Shore

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything and I feel bad because other blog writers update as much as once a night!

I have come across a few topics over the past two weeks that are worthy of talking about but when I finally became inspired to write I forgot them all. The two things that are well and truly ruling my head at the moment is the difference between Inner West V North Shore and exercise.

I’m sure most of you will be bored to here a full blog on how I started running again and almost died... Cremorne is severely different to Sydney’s Inner west... So. Many. Hills... Let’s just say that my ass and I aren’t the best of friends today...

The biggest and most outstanding difference to me is the Public Transport. Hopping on a bus now (compared to hopping on a bus two weeks ago) is less of a gamble with your life, however, with the exception of a pretty view; it’s a very boring ride. Every second person is either on their Blackberry or they are reading some excessively thick book about an excessively boring topic like ‘How to Watch Paint Dry and Analyse’. I’m a people watcher, so this, for me, is BORING.

The Inner West, you never have to line up for a bus. It’s pretty much a case of the stronger, faster people get on first. You never have to run for busses in The North Shore because, even if you did, you would have to wait in a long-ass line first. You get NO Bogans on the North Shore busses either. They were my favourite people once upon a time. They were loud and obnoxious, but always made people laugh.

I remember one of my first bus rides in Sydney. There were two girls, absolutely off their faces, who clambered on the bus after me. They danced and sang, insulted everybody and then classily, when getting off, threw up on the floor and fell over revealing a whole hell of a lot more crack than a breach baby. Least to say we were all disgusted. Now that I’m riding a bus full of people who would swear to you that they don’t defecate and that, if they did, it would smell of roses, i miss the throwing up, smashed people. The most rebellious thing that happens on a North Shore bus is that someone hasn’t got the latest Blackberry...

Now I’m not complaining about the North Shore. It’s an amazing place to live, beautiful views, nice coffee shops, friendly (most of the time) people and a generally safe area to live. It’s not too far from the city either, which makes me happy.

But I really do miss the craziness of the Inner West. The interesting and unique people, the whacky markets, the smell of all the different foods cooking on Glebe Point Road or Leichhardt’s Norton Street...

I miss the homeless people who, even tho they have nothing, still insist on reminding you that you are beautiful (yeah, I know it’s a gimmick to get spare change, but when I’m having a bad day, I don’t mind sparing $5)

As I stated earlier, I started running again. This is when I really feel like I miss the Inner West. Everybody, different shapes and sizes, could be found on the running tracks in the Inner West. Different fitness levels, people with dogs, cats and even ferrets (yep, saw a guy running with three ferrets once) could be found running down by Blackwattle Bay. Now I’m running along (usually looking like I’m about to drop dead) looking at all the plastic chested women and buff men barely breaking a sweat. I don’t dislike it, it’s nice to see buff men and I appreciate seeing a well worked out woman (its inspiring!).

Its all just a tad different....

I don’t regret my move at all. I’m living with a wonderful guy who I get along with very well, I’m in an area I enjoy and am able to (if I want too), catch a ferry to work. Its wonderful, but like when I moved from the Barossa Valley (South Australia) to Glebe (New South Wales), you miss stuff... This doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy my new area, it just means that I’m getting used to my new area.

Where is everybody else? What are the things you love about moving to a new area and what are the things you miss from some of the older areas you used to live?

Poppitxo

Im Out Of Here!

My excitement factor is through the roof today! I’m moving out of Crazy town and into, what I hope, will be a normal home.

For the past four months, I have been the entertainment at most forums with my tales of my whacky housemate, and while I have enjoyed that status, I can’t wait to be normal again. From polishing her latex backside to having ‘normal’ conversations with her while she prances around in her birthday suit it has certainly been quite the ride.

So, a quick thank you to everybody who listened to my crazy stories and told me to laugh about my situation and not cry! I promise I have a few stories stored for when we are all having a down day. 

Poppitxo