27th Feb 2010

Is He Interested In You?


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Picture this. You’re in a cafe with your girlfriends, chatting the night away. You’re talking about the usual comings-and-goings in your daily lives. Nothing’s really out of the ordinary, except that there’s a particularly hunky guy at one of the other tables. He’s with his friends, and they seem to be having a good time too. And he keeps glancing in your direction.

As the minutes tick by, you catch him throwing glances at you – each, it would seem, with more sparkle in his eyes than the one before. That’s when the first of the butterflies come in, and you start asking yourself: “Who is this guy? Is he interested in me? What should I do?”

So you keep throwing glances and smiles back and forth – until the time comes when either you or he has to leave the cafe. Something may happen here – he may give you a parting smile or a wink, at most – but you ultimately get separated, and you spend the next several days wondering if you’ll ever see him again. But, as always, you never do.

What went wrong?

This is one of the most common mistakes that smart, attractive women make. When you feel those “butterflies” for someone who’s obviously checking you out, then you obviously share a powerful attraction between you. This is the “chemistry” that most people (even scientists) believe forms the foundation of the healthiest, longest-lasting relationships out there.

And you missed a rare opportunity because of common misconceptions!

You could have, for instance, excused yourself for a few minutes from your table to get some air. As you go up, you could’ve thrown him a glance, a wink, or a smile. It would’ve been enough of an invitation for him to excuse himself from his own table and meet you outside for a few words.

Unfortunately, many great women out there can’t do even that. This is because they think that women who initiate conversations or try to establish a connection with a man are too “aggressive.” And even if women don’t think this way, they probably aren’t sure about what to do in such situations. These women think that it’s better to just sit and wait for the man to make the first move – after all, that’s their “job.”

Actually, it’s not the case. There’s nothing “aggressive” or “domineering” about a woman making the first move. In fact, it may be the start of something great.

Women who wait for the men they feel the “butterflies” for to make the first move may have to wait an eternity. And remember, you may not feel the same kind of powerful attraction to anyone else in the world, so if you missed the opportunity, you could have missed out on the man who was ultimately “meant” for you.

So next time you feel that you’re sharing a deep attraction with someone across the room, don’t be shy about making the first move. After all, you got nothing to lose, and may have everything to gain!

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05th Feb 2010

Last Minute Travel & People You Meet


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It was a filthy night; a constant cold drizzle gusted from sea to shore. The articulated freight, parked in neat rows in the harbour overnight park up were floodlit by huge arc lights glaring through the sheet of water ever falling from the invisible sky.

We were waiting for the morning too. Our camper was wedged in between two of the mighty artics; one with it’s chiller humming loudly. Before we retired to our uneasy slumber a visit to the cafe bar was decided on.

It was a drab interior; divided into two areas. The bar counter with tables and chairs one side; a pool table and waiting area, for the travellers sailing on the Midnight ferry back to New Haven on the other. The customers, mainly truckers were gathered in groups, round the pool table; and hunched on the chairs drinking and smoking. Some foot passengers sat patiently, in the assigned waiting area.

We had no sooner settled at one of the tables with our drinks, when an amiable faced man approached us, holding a glass and a nearly full bottle of wine.

“Would you mind if I joined you?” he enquired;and lowered himself into a chair as we made the expected consent. He was tall, late fifties and slightly bald with a paunch; dressed in a suit, shirt and, I think, a bow tie. He had about him a slightly rakish air.

This was Tim. We had seen him, in passing, on the ferry over; and, it transpired, he was returning on the midnight boat, having come over to “see the new dock at Dieppe”.

It seemed a bizarre way to spend a wet Winter night but, as conversation progressed, I formed the impression that he was a man with time on his hands.

He was a charming, erudite sort of bloke; quite drunk but he hid it well. During our hour long chat he told us of his former job as a top exec. in an international bank. He had travelled all over the world and now had retired to live in New Haven.

He also regaled us with his strong radical opinions about life in general. He was particularly incensed at the amount of tax that the government took from him and the general populace; maintaining that the Chancellor only ‘needed’ 10p off everybody every day to run the country, but, instead, took 86p.

During the chat he offered, twice, to top up my tea from the wine bottle.

Some of his more lurid opinions included a foolproof method of disciplining our schoolkids, based on the disciplinary regime of Chinese prisoners; who were very quiet and well behaved, due to a ‘points’ system of punishments; starting with point 1; a days withdrawal of food, progressing through floggings to point 13, which was execution; unlucky for some!

I could foresee problems with health and safety issues. and, can’t you see the Mums, trying to smuggle junk food over the school perimeter?

He also, contrarily, thought the youth of Britain should have a revolution, because he was an ‘anarchist’ at heart.

And that the world should have a ‘benign’ President/Dictator, of whom he should be the first.

It was all highly entertaining; especially on a rainy night in Dieppe.

We parted company and left Tim getting involved with a low key ‘incident’ that had been developing between four ‘Douanes’ and two men, regarding passports, or the lack of them. The last we heard from Tim as we departed was a tirade against ‘bureaucracy’. But the Douanes appeared unmoved.

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