Wait a minute…nice boys don’t kiss like that

Allow me, if you will, to diverge from my usual posts about life, love and random thoughts to something a little bit more school girl.

I have very few celeb crushes and regard most of today’s leading men with varying degrees of appreciation. However, there is one exception.

Behold, the most perfect male ever to walk the planet:

And just in case you need further convincing…here’s the Lake scene from BBC’s Pride and Prejudice *sigh* (Just invested in the box set recently – absolutely essential for any Colin Firth devotee!)

I’m so delighted that he’s finally getting well deserved praise for “The King’s Speech”. The film is truly excellent and if you haven’t had a chance to catch it yet, get going to the cinema now! This really is Colin’s year, especially after he was over-looked for his gorgeous portrayal in Tom Ford’s “A Single Man” last year.

Phew! Thanks for letting me get that all off my chest. I feel miles better now!

PS. My boyfriend reckons he’s “old now”…pshhhh!

The Art of Wing Woman

This marks my first post of 2011, and I’m only twenty one days late! I’m going to spare you the ridiculous excuses and just say I’m a lazy so and so. Sorry!

When I get to January, I tend to start making an inventory of my accomplishments from the year gone by. It’s just a short list of goals I have achieved or skills that I’ve picked up so that I can make some realistic resolutions. When the big obvious ones are already down, I start digging for smaller less monumental things. That’s when I discovered I had mastered a true art: the art of wing woman.

I first learned what a wing woman was at a teen night club in New York (I had snuck out to be there..but that’s another story entirely!). My friends would be dancing and guys would come up behind them for a boogie. They couldn’t get a good look at who was approaching and they’d look over to me to get my reaction. Smile and nod meant, yea, he’s cute, continue with the dancing, frown and head shake meant, Nah, he wouldn’t be your type! There was a lot of trust involved in this scenario and that level of trust still exists on the wing woman front today.

Being part of a couple on a group night out is generally great. You have someone to dance with, someone to get you a drink at the bar and someone to hail a cab at the end of the night – all without the sleazy consequences of a random score. But what happens when you’re out with lots of single people?

Well this happened very recently to me and I noticed my wing woman skills were not only put to the test, but were extremely successful. I was able to provide the following to my single and ready to mingle peers:

1. Suggestions as to where the optimal places to dance were – based on the surrounding talent, if you will

2. Minor adjustments to hair and makeup (not easy in a steamy night club bathroom…)

3. chewing gum at the ready

4. I have been known to dance ridiculously, all in the name of making my friend look way cooler, of course.

5. The ability to sense when it’s time for me to get lost!

Do I think of myself as a modern day Yenta? Not quite – but at least I can be of assistance in some way.

The only downside to the whole thing is seeing your friends all successfully pull and realising you’re all alone for the long walk home. Thank god your other half is there, waiting to share your bag of chips!

The ultimate wingmen