February - Week 3

I just realised my dates are probably out of time, how is it week 3 in February? Whatever, I don't care. Anyway, I went on a date with a delectable young lady at a strictly gluten free eatery, for a change. Food wasn't amazing, but better than Nando's. As far as dates goes, it was alright, as far as dates go... all my experience... I did tell her off for being addicted to her phone and she didn't offer to buy me a drink, who said chivalry was dead? Not that I'm saying I expect it, as I normally very rarely accept a drink anyway. It's the thought that counts right? Am I right?
Conversation was otherwise good, future wife material, minus the phone part. We discussed my boobs, yes boobs because I'm not an adult. I can't adult. What else? Love, life, work all the usual crap, filled with quick wit and sarcasm. She came back to mine, and then we had more of laughs and then I went out for a boogie.

I was taking date night seriously, I wore stockings and everything, in fact, I even shaved my legs. Unfortunately I didn't meet anyone out. I had one guy buy me a drink because he liked my moves, he also liked inappropriately rubbing his hand across my non-existent ass... just what I want in a man. He told me he bought me a drink so that I would dance all night long. It's okay, I'll take an ego-boost where I can. I've 'got the moves'. You heard it here first. If I'm honest it was a pretty dry night, not enough atmosphere, a lot of hipster types.

I digress, it was crap so I left with my partner in crime early to go and raid some bins, my particular favourite was the one that smelt like piss, I now own pissy bin boots. My only thoughts were I'm dressed like this and I'm covered in this. This is my life. We indulged in some kitchen life (sitting on the kitchen floor talking bout' life) and ate garlic bread, prawn linguine and chocolate croissants. We decided that were not dysfunctional at all and there's no reason for us not to have the ones. We discussed how amazing we were, meringues, made plans, you know, shit like that.

It's Valentine's day, third year alone... I think, I don't even care really, of course I like the idea of romance, but with a nine hour shift ahead of me, I'm looking forward to being a bit stressed and having a dance, I'm not holding out too much hope that someone is going to take my breath away, neither am I going to take anyone else's. I think the reason I'm still single is me, I could be in a relationship if I wanted, but I don't want it.

I want someone to move me.

Updated list of questionnaires: click

February - Week 2

Probably the most successful weeks of the one project for so far. I went on a date, that sadly I an only remember the first part of, but what I do remember was fun and also it ended with a kiss. I, if I'm honest don't understand how I was even walking around functioning kind of like a normal person, I drank so much alcohol. So much alcohol to me is anything more than three pints. I say normal, I remember savagely eating my housemates cheesecake with my other housemate at 2a.m.  Although when it's 3a.m and your in a bin for the fifth night in a row you do kind of have to question what you're doing with your life. I suppose I've just come to the conclusion that nothing matters, this doesn't matter.

I'm not feeling so enthused about the project anymore, I have lots of marking to do, but as with everything in my life, I'm easily bored. I am going to keep with it though.

I also got a fortune cookie, it said I was going to fall in love.

What now? I don't know, lots of night shifts, they always leave my brain on edge. Oh yeah I'm on Tinder now, I forgot that I signed up to in the early hours yesterday. Hours of fun just sliding there faces away - NOPE... Maybe minutes, not hours.

I'm feeling tired anyway. I've got a dayshift tomorrow then back to nights, so I might make more effort to make this a more interesting read. But probably not. I'm quite content with being alone and maybe that's all I needed to learn from this. Over and out.

February - Week 1

I'm back in Plymouth! Yippee!
After what I can only call a failed weekend of the one project, I am feeling less enthused about the whole thing. I had work and alcohol happened. I can only blame myself. I have more questionnaires to mark and I will update the list! You never know, one of them could be the one. I'll also be adding a downloadable form to the blog. . . Soon.

My manager said I should wait for someone to get 100/100, I've decided he's probably right. My highest scorer so far... I don't know if he makes me nervous or if my wonderful friends make me nervous, either way they wanted me to talk to him and I was avoiding that like the plague. I don't often feel nervous, so it was strange, but welcome. That said, I have spoken to the current leader of the board, just not when people have pressured me to do so.

My memory is hazy but I spent most of the evening trying to set someone else up, falling about the place and forcing people to eat fruit. I am pretty sure that he's not 'the one'. . . I have no regrets. That said, I can see why I am so very single... I enjoy being single and I know after a few months I'll probably run away from anything resembling a relationship anyway, I'm very curt and have the worst responses to anyone chatting me up, I also say c**t a lot. I might be intimidating. I'm naive... Anyway I was a state, I made sure everyone in the club heard me say, 'I just want to have sex with him.' I know, so much class, you'd think it'd be easier with a one liner like that. I then, after drunken discussion with Rachael sent him a message saying, ' I know you're not the one, but I like your face.' I'm glad that I only sent that and not what Rach recommended. I suppose it's not as bad as, 'you're well fit.' Nearly three weeks in, I'm gonna leave that alone and continue the search!!

I'm going for a drink on Saturday, it's kind of backwards as they haven't completed the questionnaire. stay tuned for more about on my awful romantic affairs. Oh and a downloadable questionnaire should you want to take part. 

The One Project

What is The One Project?
 Well, I read a book about dating and decided to use one of protagonists failed tactics, a questionnaire, I've named the one project. It was originally a bit of a joke, but a week in it's getting pretty serious. I was planning on spending the rest of my life searching for the one! Anyway, the search is to find either, a one night stand or 'the one'. I am pretty sure I don't really want to find either of these things, so I'm going to settle for 'the one right now.' I live with a hopeless romantic, and it is she has been my right hand... woman? It was to her, I described my perfect man and she then wrote my questionnaire. It's my job to go out and find the poor people to inflict myself upon to fill it out, which has actually been quite easy. There are twenty five questions, each question is out of four, so the winner is basically whoever gets closest to one hundred. Simple! Again, I am a week in and I am away for four days, so I'm either going to leave it or it will need to be paused. 

Now for a little bit about me..
 I'm twenty-two, I live in Plymouth, but originally from Derby, I'm a woman... I think that's the dull facts out of the of the way. My favourite things include, laughter, music, cuddles, and I mean cuddles not hugs - very important to know the difference, I love learning new things and going on adventures. I work in a bar, that I practically live at. I'm really scatty and apparently intimidating. I don't know what I want to do with my life and I'm definitely not ready to 'grow up' so to speak. I have a really carefree attitude to life, because shit happens. I swear a lot. I am told I am 'mental' and 'weird' a lot, but I think morally I'm all there and that's what's important, right?

Why am I doing this?
 I'm doing this because, well, I'm early twenties, I will have been single for nearly two years a few months, aside a couple of 'that was never going to work' flings that lasted no time at all in between, that later can only be followed by the question, what was I thinking? My other issue is that I make myself unattainable because I've had my fingers burnt once or twice. No one likes getting hurt. People are fleeting and I'm told 'I'm due a few more dick heads.' Then there is also the mockery of my singleness.  That said, I do enjoy being single, but when I realise that the last time I even kissed someone was eight or so months ago I do think maybe if I carry on, I will be alone forever. Dramatic. 

I guess I just want to remember what that infatuation feels like, the nerves, the excitement, that weird sickly sweet feeling where you can't get someone off your mind, and you inevitably career head first into it because it's exciting and you behave irrationally and it's amazing, because rationally you know it's probably going to end up a big mess. A fun and beautiful mess. 

THE ONE PROJECT
 Well here's the questionnaire, most questions appear to be leading, but they're all mini tests really. I won't go into too much detail about that yet, as I haven't collected all of them responses yet. The best thing so far is how eager people are to complete it, it's like a weird competition. It's also interesting to see who is genuinely interested, some people I would never have even spoken too, most of them it's easy to spot. I need to think of the 'next stage', but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it! 

To see the results so far click here!