Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 July 2008

Magic for Cake-lovers


My romantic life has been so rubbishy lately that I was quite interested when Rachel told me I ought to give magic a go. She discovered on the internet that the thing to do was to, first of all, write down all the things you are looking for in a man, and put it in an envelope in a safe place. Then you find out when the full moon is: 18th of this month – and on that evening you get hold of an African aphrodisiac called Yohimbe (available in health food stores), take some, and channel all your energy into ‘sex magic’ – i.e. thinking longingly of this new man who is going to come into your life. And then, apparently, he’ll appear within a couple of weeks. So here’s my list:
1) Healthy
2) Financially sound: lives in a lovely place
3) Kind and thoughtful
4) Not too old
5) No bad breath
6) Never clips toenails in front of you
7) Preferably has hair on his head
8) Preferably no paunch
9) Doesn’t mind waiting around while other people dry their hair, go shopping etc
10) Likes kittens. And cake.
I didn’t want to be too fussy, and rule out too many people. The papers have been full of stuff about ‘the dark triad’ recently, i.e. women prefer men who are narcissistic, thrill-seeking and selfish, but I think Iif I’m going in for witchcraft it’s probably best to keep it white and not ask for anything dark and creepy. Not v keen on this Yohimbe stuff. May substitute something else like watermelon (just been revealed as superaphrodisiac).

Wednesday, 30 April 2008

Cakes, Kittens and a tinge of sadness


This morning I had a terrible headache from too many alcoholic bubbles. Oopps.
Found myself re-reading that letter from P that I've been carrying around in my pink ruched clutchbag for the last six months. I can't help thinking that one day I'll finally understand it.
I did what I always do, and ate a large cream cake at lunchtime.WITH CHOCOLATE DRIZZLES.
Went in the petshop on the way home. There is a white kitten there , and I know I'm not allowed pets in the flat, but maybe I could buy it a big pink and gold silk bow and smuggle it in under my vintage Prada coat. Could I?