Little Miss Suddenly Social

I used to be one of the most sociable people on the planet. I would joke that I didn’t have a home because I was always out with friends, always on the phone, checking social media etc. That all came to a grinding halt early this year. Quite rapidly all I wanted was to sit in my room and not talk to anyone. I went through a pretty lousy few months and would either ignore my friends or tell them I was busy. I didn’t talk to my family and would shut them out of my room and snap at them if they checked on me. I went to work everyday, barely spoke to anyone and then would retreat to my cave.

I had arranged to go around Europe with a friend in the summer and figured my gloomy phase was okay as I would be back to normal after fulfilling my life’s ambition. Thing is, it didn’t work. I had an incredible time in Europe & wouldn’t change a single second of it, but coming back I just did the same – work, gym, back to room. I think mentally I was making myself pretty ill and currently my self esteem is still completely shattered.

Over the past few weeks I seem to be back. I’ve been out non stop at weekends and am loving the company of the people around me. I’ve even been seeing people on week nights which has been unheard of the past few months. I’m enjoying spending time with my family, not locking them out and have a great time with them. I’ve been to events which have resulted in me making new friends with people I’ve never met before – there’s nothing I love more than finding out every single thing about a person, comparing stories and getting to know what makes them tick.

Maybe I just needed a break from reality, whatever it was I’m finally back to me again and couldn’t be happier!

Little Miss Never Satisfied.

Little Miss Never Satisfied is the latest nickname that mother dearest has branded me with. As per usual mummy dearest is 100% correct. I’m very confident and assertive in saying exactly what I want in life and striving to get it, problem being that 9 times out of 10 when I get it I’ve lost all interest and decide I don’t want it after all. Apparently I have a severe case of ‘only wanting the chase’, which is highly frustrating for myself and the people around me.

I’ve gone on about how it would be nice to have someone who loves me dearly and could take care of me, and how jealous of my coupled up friends I am. I met the absolutely perfect man, got on with him brilliantly, he asked me out, what did I say? No. All of a sudden I decided that single life is what suits me and makes me happiest. But then again I could still be subconsciously holding out for the wrong person because he has no interest in me. One heck of a chase when regular contact isn’t even had.

I want my job to be more challenging, so my company changed me on to a different, more responsible project and of course now that I’m here I’m far too stressed and under pressure from it and no longer want anything to do with it. Sought more challenging career, got it, bottled it due to pressure.

For the past 18 months or so I’ve been desperate for a nice new car, a Renault Megane to be precise. Everyone told me it’s too big a car and that I don’t need it, that I’d suit a Mini Cooper, ‘I don’t want a Mini Cooper, I want a Megane’ I’ve always insisted. Car shopping finally happened, saw a certain super sporty Mini Cooper S and fell immediately in love, test drove a Megane and dumped it. Don’t get me wrong, the Megane drove brilliantly, but didn’t have anywhere near the prestige that my Cooper S has.

It’s definitely not a problem with the things I’m chasing, it’s definitely a Lisa issue. It’s not as though these things change in the time I’ve set my sights on them to the time I conquer them, it’s all in my head. Maybe I set standards too high, or build things up in my mind too much. Don’t get me wrong, there’s been times the crazy, intense build up has led to great things *cough sexual frustrations cough* but generally I build something so insanely far up in my head that actually succeeding is a massive let down. Maybe it’s why I was never amazing at sales, I wanted to out do my mates but didn’t actually care about the end result.

It’s often been said by my family it would literally take a miracle for me to be satisfied, even then I’d be disappointed.
It would seem that The Rolling Stones singing I can’t get no satisfaction is far too relevant to my life these days.

So what about you? Any super annoying situations you’ve been in which have been all build up no climax? Do share I’d love to know I’m not the only one!

Sleep.

It’s currently 20 minutes past midnight and as per usual I can’t sleep. When I am successful it’s one of my all time favourite past times and nothing beats a good afternoon nap where I wake up face down, with the credits rolling from whatever film I put on and a pillow covered in my own drool. I need a full 8 hours sleep in order to function like a normal humanoid – any less and I’ll be a spaced out zombie, any more and I’ll be a cranky bitch from the depths of hell. My body is pretty specific on the exact amount of sleep that I need, and it rarely happens. Sorry world; you get either zombie or bitch Lisa on a daily basis.

It’s not like I don’t try to sleep. Insomnia has always been an issue and throughout my entire educational life I functioned on a maximum of 6 hours sleep as I went to bed at 2am every damn night. Now as an adult I need the elusive 8 hours and it is an up hill struggle trying to accomplish that simple task. Sleeping tablets and sleepy lemon tea don’t even have an effect on me anymore. I’d say it affects my life drastically but it doesn’t because I’ve been used to being sleep deprived since I was about 14.

Various things keep me awake and here’s the top issues I seem to battle every single night of my life…

Sleep time = Contemplate life time.
As soon as my head hits the pillow and my eyes give up being open, there seems to be an adrenaline buzz for my brain. Suddenly I think every single thought that has ever been thought. All of a sudden that boy who hurt my feelings 7 years ago is haunting me, when my mum told me off when I was 8 years old is parading around my head, that movie I really enjoyed is on a 2 hour replay in my mind and every vague disagreement has escalated to a full blown fist fight of what I should’ve said. I’ve tried the whole ‘I won’t think any thoughts’ thing and it doesn’t work, because within 3 seconds I’m pondering if it’s possible to not have any thoughts. It would seem for my over-active brain that it is definitely not possible.

I will die alone.
I’m a single little Pringle and sleep time is the perfect time to suddenly remind myself of that. I will definitely die alone. No one will ever love me and I’m doomed to live a sad, lonely life until I eventually die of loneliness. I should’ve said yes to a second date, that guy would’ve fallen in love with me and we could’ve got married and okay I wouldn’t be happy but I wouldn’t die alone. What if I die in my little granny flat and nobody finds me for weeks because nobody loved me or cared for my existence? Deep stuff, all highly important when I have to be up really early for work.

Demons are waiting.
Maybe I watched Buffy too much as a kid but I’m a big, unfortunate believer in the supernatural. Midnight is an ideal time to think about every single horror/supernatural related tv show or film I’ve ever seen and no matter how rationally I convince myself it’s not true, I always think they’ll be chilling in my room waiting for me to sleep. Especially ghosties. I’m petrified of the thought of ghosts so sleep time is great time for my mind to remind me of that. And if I sleep with any body part other than my head out of the duvet then a demon will scratch my skin off. I don’t know where I got that idea but it’s been in my head since very young and as a result all body parts stay tightly tucked in every single night.

It’s too hot/cold.
In the winter I tend to ‘sleep’ in my thickets heaviest pyjamas as well as a hoody and joggers under a massive duvet yet I’m still not warm enough. In the summer I go the opposite way and ‘sleep’ in minimal clothing with a thin duvet on yet I melt and sweat all over the place. I’ve tried the one leg out/one leg under the duvet trick but demons will scratch my skin off so I end up retreating under the duvet in a hot, sweaty ball. Demons can’t get through duvets so I’m safe there, despite the levels of sweat.

The Internet.
Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Pinterest. Buzz feed. All women stalk. YouTube. Repeat x 15 times.

I had a cup of coffee. A week ago.
I used to drink like 7/8 cups of tea or coffee a day. A few panic attacks later I decided that if I was dealing with panic attacks I’d rather not do it when I’m also off my face on caffeine so I now just have 1 cup of coffee to start my day in the morning. If I can’t sleep then it must be because my bodies still amped on the cheeky extra coffee I had several days ago.

These are the main things that keep me up at night, generally just myself being slightly unhinged which I suspect will be a recurring problem for the rest of my life. I’d encourage you to let me in on what keeps you awake at night? Are you over caffeinated? Worried about demons? Going to die alone? Let me know so I know I’m not the only severely sleep-deprived person!

GayTown Wedding.

The sunniest weekend of July 2014 saw myself, my mum, sister and dad buckle up and travel down to Liskeard, Cornwall. To give you a little perspective on how rare that is, I’m currently 23, the last time we went on holiday together I was a maximum age of 10, so it had to be a pretty special occasion. My sisters oldest and best friend. Charlotte Gay, was to be wed to her hubby Chris Townsend and as we’d known her so long, they kindly invited us all to witness and take part in this huge occasion in their life together.

The wedding was to take place on a Saturday in the afternoon, I had a beautiful summery dress prepared as well as my neon orange wellies in case of rain. To say that we were a little apprehensive about what would take place was an understatement as it seemed we were to be attending the most crazy wedding that’s ever taken place. My sister was a bridesmaid so I arrived at Adrenaline Quarry with my parents, yep – the wedding was being held in a quarry.

Upon arrival we were asked if we were zip wiring. We already knew about this and had all decided no, but when we got there I had a split second change of mind and decided to do it. Dad asked if I wanted to go take a look at it before but I decided for the ignorance is bliss route. After a 10 minute walk in the sweltering heat with nothing but my nerves I arrived at the top of a cliff overlooking the quarry with a giant lake. On a 50m high cliff I got to know some of the other guests as we harnessed up in our frocks and suits before jumping into a quarry, talk about an ice breaker.

I wasn’t as scared as I expected until I stood at the take off point. The incredibly hot guy harnessing me up chatted to me easily and kept me as chilled as I could be facing potential death. I asked if I should jump or walk off the edge and he said it’s up to me, so I asked him to push me. I figured if I was about to jump to my death then the last thing I felt better be a fit mans muscular hands on my body. I screamed when he pushed me. Kids, elderly people, all sorts had gone before me, but I was the first screamer of the wedding. Soon I was laughing my head off as I plummeted towards the ground, I got pretty close to the lake and was convinced I was going to end up swimming out but I flew over the water and straight into another gorgeous mans arms as he caught me. When hot harness guy was talking to me at the top he said ‘Trust me, you’ll want to come back and do it again’. “I don’t think so.” I scoffed cockily. Needless to say he was right.

My sister decided not to zip wire (wimp) and so waited with myself and the rest of the guests as the bridesmaids came down and the bride flew down the zip wire in her wedding dress with a smile plastered on her face. She was greeted with cheering as we all made our way to the seating area to watch the ceremony. It was a very lighthearted and happy ceremony with Charlotte and Chris making a few jokes as the Cornish registrar married them. The vows were sweet and I got completely choked up as they promised to love and cherish each other always. At the bride and grooms request, the registrar presented to us Mr and Mrs GayTown as they combined their surnames which had everyone laughing.

The newlyweds continued their take on a traditional weddings by having a giant inflatable with inflatable batons to have a ‘first fight’ which saw the bride beat her husband within a matter of seconds as the guests all laughed and cheered at her victory. For the meal we had a BBQ, again, not too traditional but damn delicious after a few speeches which also got me pretty choked up. I couldn’t help but wander what the speeches would be like at my wedding, wander who would be my best man (and who’s gonna be my husband?!) and decided I’d definitely have to proof read all speeches.

Myself and my family helped ourselves happily to the chocolate fountain which had been left unattended during the group swim and the wine got the best part of me as I covered my arms and neck in glow sticks and my dad tied helium balloons to me. As nighttime fell upon the beautiful quarry, lanterns were turned on and fire pits were lit for warmth, marshmallows and for lighting our sparklers. I thought drunk people and firepits/sparklers would be a terrible combination but luckily no casualties. Chinese lanterns with heartfelt messages such as ‘If you’re a cow then don’t eat this’ were sent into the sky, or the lake for those that didn’t quite work so well – don’t worry everyone, they were biodegradable so no harm done to wherever they landed.

The first dance was to a lovely piece of music which i didn’t recognise, and something about the whole day made me feel that something more was coming, especially when I saw Charlotte say ’40 seconds’ to Chris and the best man. 40 seconds past. Star Trekking began. My sister and I took to the dance floor and there were moves that have never been made before and will never be able to be recreated.

I’ve always been quite anti-weddings so didn’t think I’d enjoy it, thought I’d scoff and gag at the vows, feel sickened by the loving gazes and generally be pretty bitter about the whole event. Instead it had the opposite effect, more than ever I desperately want to get married. Not just to anyone, but to the love of my life – I want to find that one person who I can look at in the same way that Charlotte & Chris do and dedicate my life to being with them. I sincerely wish the now Mr and Mrs Townsend both a lifetime of happiness as they start a family together and couldn’t be more chuffed that they’ve found that person in each other. As for me? The hunt for Mr.Lisa begins.

Girl Power.

I’ve never really been much of a feminist; I make degrading jokes, blame things on ‘being a woman’ and often let men take charge of my life. Maybe that means I fail as a woman? I don’t know, hopefully it just goes to show my distinct lack of research into life as a woman before we had equal rights and the right to vote and things – my heads pretty buried under the sand with that kind of stuff, shock horror: I didn’t pay attention in school. At the moment though, I’m on a tangent of woman empowerment and girl power!

I noticed it yesterday and since then things have spiralled in my mind and I’ve realised I’m all about the girls at the moment. No, that doesn’t mean I’m coming out the closet, I’m definitely attracted to men – but girls are frigging awesome. Yesterday I took part in a yearly charity 5k Race For Life event raising money for cancer research Uk – it’s a women’s only event (though men can come along and support) so it’s incredible being surrounded by thousands of women of all ages, shapes, sizes and backgrounds all there to support the same cause. I’d done no preparation for it and neither had the girls I was with, as we strolled around the track one of the older male Marshall’s encouraged ‘go on, girl power!’ To which we vaguely cheered. Even the men are all about girl power.

I took no notice of this mans ‘girl power’ and didn’t process it in my foggy little brain until today when I went on a 90’s movie marathon and watched numerous chick flicks with a strong female lead. The 90s brought us some pretty powerful female influences – Christina Aguilera with her power ballad Fighter, Britney Spears sung Stronger, Shania Twain rocked the world with Man, I feel like a woman and ultimate pop group The Spice Girls were the epitome of girl power in everything that they did.

Today’s chart music sees even more girl power themes and it’s inescapable, nothing sees a group of women hit the dance floor like a super empowering dance song. The Pussycat Dolls reminded me that I Don’t Need A Man, Beyoncé chants Who Runs The World? Girls! And Little Mix, the female federal, demand I stand up and Salute. What woman could resist storming to the dance floor when these beats hit the speakers?!

Television is another place where women play the lead, just look at 90s classics Charmed & Buffy the Vampire Slayer, see movies with feisty Megora in Hercules, powerful Lara Croft from the game series Tomb Raider or look at books, who would honestly mess with Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter series? No one, that girl is unbeatably smart and an absolute demon with a wand.

Even looking around the office, I work in recruitment which is stereotypically overpowered by men in suits full of charm & good looks. I’m proud to say our office breaks the mould; the office boss is female, the managers beneath her? Female. Majority of the team managers? Female, in fact we only have 2 team managers out of about 10 that are men. And looking around the floor at the coordinators? Majority female. Our office is dominated by women, not to say men don’t carry power in the office, they certainly do, but they’re definitely outnumbered in the battle of the genders.

I can’t help at the moment but to feel insanely proud to be a woman. Musical influences are storming the charts with female empowering lyrics, Disney movies, like Frozen, are finally showing that us girls don’t need to be saved by a man, and there’s a sense of unity on social media – If I look at my Facebook newsfeed on a weekend it’s full of groups of girls dressed to the nines going on nights out. Even when I was travelling, majority of the solo travellers were girls from all over the world.

Women are beautiful, majestic and powerful creatures, I know with the right words, correct perfume and my hair styled in a certain way that I can have certain men be putty in my hands. Maybe that makes them shallow, or maybe that shows that I know how to use my assets to my benefit and I’m sure as hell not afraid to use them. With the right pair of heels I’ll walk with a confidence that shows nobody can bring me down (dodgy curb will have me flat on my face though). Don’t get me wrong, on my girl power tangent I still appreciate chivalry – a gentleman holding the door open for me or paying for dinner is ALWAYS appreciated. Men are not inferior, they are not beneath us in anyway, but I sure wouldn’t want to be one of them in a world being taken over by women waking up to their inner strength and power!

My first time.

I’ve been feeling all fuzzy and content at the moment. Works going well, I’m eating healthily and exercising regularly, home life isn’t a state, hearts not broken and I’ve been having a really good time with my friends – I keep having those moments when I look at them and just think ‘Yes, I’ve got wonderful people in my life.’ So I was planning to blog all about things going well. Instead I saw a video on YouTube called My First Time – it’s a teenage boy recalling some of his first experiences so instead I decided I’d follow suit as this would be way more comical. If the title drew you in then this is not about me losing my virginity, like I’d honestly blog about that!

My First Boyfriend
A boy called Tom from school, he had long hair and wore band t-shirts – he was perfect for my rocker phase. He was also my first valentine and bought me a white teddy bear with roses which was adorable. He also bought me a box of chocolates, which never made their way to me because he ate them the night before he saw me with his pal Rob. Such a romantic.

My First Proper Kiss
It was in school outside of a IT class with Tom when I was about 12. I was forced into it by peer pressure and it was not a good experience. It was awkward, I had no idea what to do and just generally wanted it to be over and never happen again. To this day I’ve never kissed anyone since!

My First Criminal Activity
I was fairly young and curious and had a day of vicious rebellion. The crime took place in Wilkinsons. I was ruthless. It was a penny sweet, a fried egg to be precise. I took 1 and ate it without paying. I cried for about 2 hours after because I felt so guilty and terrified I’d be arrested. Clearly I’m not made for a life of crime.

My First Crush
James Marsters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t think any man will ever compare to how I felt about James Marsters. He was the ultimate bad boy and I had a giant poster of him in my room. A decade on and he still makes me swoon.

My First Gig
Technically it was Five at Cardiff with my mum when I was about 9 years old. But I don’t count that one because I went with my mum.. My first solo gig was CKY during my skater phase, aged about 13 and equipped with converse and baggy jeans. They were awesome and I loved moshing, Which I now wouldn’t be seen doing because it’s just too painful and my bones are too fragile.

My First Time Drunk
I was 14 years old going to a rock gig with a girl called Laura. We never made it to the gig because we bought 4 cans of Fosters and Strongbow each and drank it all in the streets of town. In our drunken states we lost the gig tickets along with our dignity. Mum wanted to actually murder me when I got home, she asked if I was drunk when I literally fell through the door to which I responded ‘A tiny bit’. I then proceeded to vomit all over my bedroom and had to deal with the worst hangover in the world the next day, I wasn’t at all equipped to deal with the hangover as I had no idea about cures etc, and I had to endure a biology exam whilst swaying and desperately trying not to vomit.

My First Games Console
For Easter one year my uncle bought me and my sister the original Playstation. It was awesome and probably where my love of gaming stems from. My first game was Spyro the Dragon. I still love Spyro, he’s adorable.

My First Car
A bright blue Vauxhall Corsa. I named it Dory from Finding Nemo and she was the love of my life. I saw it on the forecourt of a garage and I said to my mum ‘That one there, that’s going to be my car!’ To which mum ranted about how I hadn’t even looked at any cars yet and I’d probably say that about every single car. I test drove several and went back to Dory. I already knew she was the one but it was confirmed when I sat inside of it and turned the radio on to have it play Cheryl Cole’s ‘Fight for this love’ which was my favourite song at the time. It was fate. She served me incredibly well and I eventually got rid of her just because I wanted a slightly newer car.

My First Bad Hair Experience
When I was about 13/14 I had blonde hair with pink streaks, the pink was fading a bit so I bought some hair dye to brighten it up a bit. It was New Year’s Eve and it resulted in about 90% of my hair being bright pink instead of the 2 streaks I originally had. Mum managed to get me an emergency hair appointment that day to fix it, whilst I contemplated just shaving my hair off. Lucky I didn’t get the hair clippers out in the end!

My First Piercing
In the early years of secondary school I felt it was finally time I joined the rest of the world and got my ears pierced. What actually happened was I got 1 ear pierced and cried so hard I refused to let the piercer go near my other ear. It was not a successful experience. Around 10 years later at the ripe age of 22 I gave it another go and succeeded in getting both ears pierced. Such an adult.

My First Tattoo
This only happened this year, aged 22 my friend Dee booked me in because I kept putting it off. No turning back now! My oldest friend Vickie went with me and held me hand whilst I had a heart tattooed next to my hip. She had dents in her hand for ages after where I dug my nails in so hard. The pain was bearable and I’ve been back since for my second with my third booked in already.

I think that’s enough of my firsts. This could end up being about a 50 page post so I’ll quit whilst I’m ahead. I really enjoyed writing this, looking back I’ve had some pretty cringe-worthy moments, but hey at least that makes them memorable!

Things that men seem unable to understand about women.

I’ve recently moved desks at work which has meant leaving a wonderful circle of women who just automatically understand things, to now being surrounded by men who just don’t get it. These men are various ages, cultures and backgrounds but they all seem to agree on certain things they just don’t get about the females in their lives. My new circle are proving to be wonderfully curious and have sporadically asked me about certain things women do & why, I don’t know why they think my answers are gospel, but I’ll go with it & consider myself to be their life/woman guru.

Why do girls like bad boys?
This is one of those age old things that seems to be ingrained in women and it’s horrible. Years ago there was an episode of The Hills where LC said ‘We want to be the ones to change them’ LC summed it up quite nicely. It’s not like we see a guy and think they’re terrible and go crazy. It’s something about being the one girl that’s so incredible and heartbreakingly perfect that their bad boy ways are tamed because they’re so deeply in love with us. Taylor swift wrote an entire song about this complex – ‘I knew you were trouble’ – she gets it. If I know someones no good for me, then I can’t help it, I’m powerless. Plus stereotypical bad boy looks with tattoos, stubble and a leather jacket is unbearably hot.

Why do women fall in love with men then try to change them?
Speaking from experience are we? I think I came up with about the best response I could really: It’s not that we want to change you, it’s that we want you to be the best version of yourself possible. If I can have the spectacular version of you that swept me off my feet but will also do simple things like put the toilet seat down, call me first just to say Hello, or go for a promotion at work that you normally wouldn’t, then I will have that version of you.

Why we get so irate about no text backs?
This wasn’t actually a topic inspired by work colleagues, it’s from various coupled up friends and also I can relate from when I was in a relationship. When relationships first start out texting is all day everyday from both parties. So all of a sudden that stops and we’re getting no response for hours and when we do get a response it’s way below-standard. It may seem like such a trivial thing to you, but for us over-analysing women it’s infuriating. Is it because there’s another woman? Are you having a sordid affair? Are you bored of me? Do you hate me? Are you dead? No text backs turn me into a paranoid banshee which I like to avoid. So don’t be such an ass and text back when I text you.

What’s with the shoe obsession?
Not all women have a shoe problem, I’ve got a close a friend with a serious handbag addiction, but for me it’s definitely shoes. Various queries were raised on this topic so I’ll do a quick fire round. Why so many? I need variety to go with different outfits and therefore different colours. Pretty shoes or comfy shoes? Pretty. Shoes are meant to be beautiful, if my feet will suffer for a day as a result then so be it. Why buy shoes then never wear them? I have a pair of Kurt Geigers that were £90 down to £19, this is a bargain, they don’t fit, they go with nothing, but I love them and so I’ll keep them. I summed up my shoe obsession nicely to my baffled colleague – For me, Shoes are wearable art.

Can women have sex without being in love?
Yes we can. It seems to be a pretty old fashioned way of thinking that women can’t differentiate sex from love. They’re 2 very different things and in fairness are intensified & best when they’re interlinked. But actually for a modern day woman, a physical act that is all about pleasure without being in love is quite possible. And enjoyable.

How do we fall so intensely in love with book characters?
Have you read The Hunger Games? Divergent? 50 Shades of Grey? No? Then don’t ever bother trying to understand how the description of an ideal & beautiful man being heroic, kind, dirty & romantic appeals to us. Women fall so easily in love with the idea of someone, our fictional men can’t disappoint us by not texting us back, not forgetting our birthdays, or by having bad breath in the morning etc.

Why do women take SO long to get ready for a night out?
Okay, getting ready for a night out takes me an average of 1hour – 4 days. I’m not even kidding, I get ready in the time allocated to me. If I know I’m going out on the weekend and it’s currently Tuesday then it’s time to start using the gradual fake tanner so I don’t stink of fake tan on the night. If I’m invited to go out in an hour I will be ready in that time but I won’t be happy about it. Generally I like approximately a 2-3 hour time slot to get ready as it’s a whole lengthy process. I shower, shave, exfoliate, moisturise, prime, dry my hair, curl my hair, do my makeup, smudge it, have to restart, paint my nails, choose a perfect & long-lasting perfume, decide what to wear, decide which of my beautiful shoes to wear, change my mind, make a final decision on what to wear, have it approved by someone else, take photos & finally consider leaving the house. This is all done alongside eternal procrastination, enjoying a glass of wine, dancing to music/channeling my inner Beyoncé, watching Great Gatsby & sorting out what my mates are wearing. I love the whole process, stop questioning it, it’s all part of the night out.

Coming soon: What I’ll never understand about the male species.
Most images found on Google, some are my own. Aren’t I such a fab photographer?!