Poor Me
Mercers says Moscow is the most expensive city. London is the fifth most expensive city.
Come On England. Whooo hoooo. Number 5!
I am not proud i live in a pound eating machine. I am proud that somehow i manage to spend all my monthly pay cheque so well. I see plays, dance, go to dinner, drinks, get taken out, use cabs here and there, have an Oyster, and buy clothes at Harvey Nics. and i don't make much.
Yet i always feel poor. And at least once a week, i hear the sucking sound of my money uselessly being slurped by this city because of some "unbeknowst to me" mistake. Or stupid things, like getting so lashed that i lost track of my new missoni scarf. i am such a dumb bitch sometimes.
Money has been on my mind lately. I think it is good, want more, and appreciate it. It needs respect and it needs you to maintain your respect. I suppose i am just frightfully bourgeousie about money. Which means i rarely talk about it and even now feel like i am entering Taboo Zone. I might as well start talking about Anal Sex whilst i am at it. Actually, maybe someone will pay me to talk about anal sex....j/k.
Portsmouth Boy does not have much of it. But he is sweet, smart and fun. He treats me well mentally, if he cannot, or does not spoil me materially. Short term it is working well. It is the long term that i am worried about. And maybe prematurely so. We have been seeing each other since May. He borders on cheap, and i have my ears open for more information on that point. I have high expectations on the giving front. It is how my family is. It is what i want in a relationship. You would think that the senior solicitor and the lambourghini driving IT salesguy would be my style then. but no, no attraction. It is not an attraction issue, it is a -will this work in the long term issue. I have seen heavy relationships and marriages get in divorce ish trouble over this. so it worries me. But not so much to where i am not wanting to see him or not enjoying my time.
What could happen is that life will bear pressure down on this issue, and things will happen to make it a discussible issue. We can't do things because of his budget, or he can't go on holiday so i do and then i don't see him. Or eventually i say, do you not give girls presents because i haven't gotten one yet...
well, my therapist did say that dating is a laboratory. it is about learning. so, here i am, learning. I wish i could learn more, faster. I am off to see Shakespeare in Regents Park with Tax Lawyer. I am sure it will be the last date. he is nice and has a good relationship cv. so, i am not attracted to him. or more importantly, any movie i mention from Constant Gardner to XMen 3 he has not heard of, thus we don't have enough in common.
Come On England. Whooo hoooo. Number 5!
I am not proud i live in a pound eating machine. I am proud that somehow i manage to spend all my monthly pay cheque so well. I see plays, dance, go to dinner, drinks, get taken out, use cabs here and there, have an Oyster, and buy clothes at Harvey Nics. and i don't make much.
Yet i always feel poor. And at least once a week, i hear the sucking sound of my money uselessly being slurped by this city because of some "unbeknowst to me" mistake. Or stupid things, like getting so lashed that i lost track of my new missoni scarf. i am such a dumb bitch sometimes.
Money has been on my mind lately. I think it is good, want more, and appreciate it. It needs respect and it needs you to maintain your respect. I suppose i am just frightfully bourgeousie about money. Which means i rarely talk about it and even now feel like i am entering Taboo Zone. I might as well start talking about Anal Sex whilst i am at it. Actually, maybe someone will pay me to talk about anal sex....j/k.
Portsmouth Boy does not have much of it. But he is sweet, smart and fun. He treats me well mentally, if he cannot, or does not spoil me materially. Short term it is working well. It is the long term that i am worried about. And maybe prematurely so. We have been seeing each other since May. He borders on cheap, and i have my ears open for more information on that point. I have high expectations on the giving front. It is how my family is. It is what i want in a relationship. You would think that the senior solicitor and the lambourghini driving IT salesguy would be my style then. but no, no attraction. It is not an attraction issue, it is a -will this work in the long term issue. I have seen heavy relationships and marriages get in divorce ish trouble over this. so it worries me. But not so much to where i am not wanting to see him or not enjoying my time.
What could happen is that life will bear pressure down on this issue, and things will happen to make it a discussible issue. We can't do things because of his budget, or he can't go on holiday so i do and then i don't see him. Or eventually i say, do you not give girls presents because i haven't gotten one yet...
well, my therapist did say that dating is a laboratory. it is about learning. so, here i am, learning. I wish i could learn more, faster. I am off to see Shakespeare in Regents Park with Tax Lawyer. I am sure it will be the last date. he is nice and has a good relationship cv. so, i am not attracted to him. or more importantly, any movie i mention from Constant Gardner to XMen 3 he has not heard of, thus we don't have enough in common.
posted by miss goLondon at 3:57 PM
12 Comments:
I wish I knew what to say...I am still available for cinema and gallery visits should you ever need.
You do make me laugh sometimes, Hols... which was it, then?
Presents? Holidays? Blimey, you're a demanding girl :-)
"I see plays, dance, go to dinner, drinks, get taken out, use cabs here and there, have an Oyster, and buy clothes at Harvey Nics. and i don't make much."...Whaaaat? you are constantly bragging about how much you earn and how blessed you are. Do you ever read over your tripe?
Anonymous. if you are going to make such a negative comment, at least do it clearly. what is your point? why don't you define tripe and to brag, and then tell us how i am an example of your definitions?
wdky, i am demanding. but frankly, not more than most i know.
fb - we live in a world where there is always need for a cinema!
Tripe + brag I dont have the time on my hands that you do Ms HollyGoPrententious But here are juat a few quickies
"Just say Non to emotional blackmail.It does not escape my notice that going from amazing life in London to plush family home in Texas is a massive blessing."
"They look tired, miserable, and without much money in a city that tithes you daily emotionally and fiscally. And then me, dressed up in a black silk skirt and tight tee ensemble, my fav French sling-back heels and a cropped jacket."
brag. syn. to boast. puff oneself up in speech; assert with excessive pride; suggests ostentation. Pretention: expression of exaggerated worth.
If my recounting of my lifestyle makes you feel insecure and jealous, then fugg off and go read something else if your way of dealing with those emotions are to spew vitriol on my site. i recount the things that happen to me, i don't puff, or suggest they have any worth, or pride, because i always use the latter word with sarcasm. If you infer such values that is your subjective reading, not my objective facts stated.
so shove off and/or get your own blog to throw your own opinions out there for people to comment on both positive and negatively.
ps - apparently you still have difficulty making points.
I think it's nice that you share exactly as you do. A blog is a public display of your secrets. Here you should be able to say things freely and without worry. Screw the Anon. Jealousy, written all over her/him.
Anyhow, regarding men, I've heard a rumor that London gents are slow to commitment. You almost need to spell out your needs in order for them to be satisfied. Perhaps just saying that you would like a small token of his affection would work?
I usually have to resort to manipulation of the lowest sort to get a gift. Maybe you shouldn't listen to me.
I have been known to give small gifts without expecting a kiss in return.
Maybe that's where I go wrong...
Long since stopped that practice or haven't been inspired enough since...
i think i should have just played into it instead of getting defensive! pretended i had a trust fund and all that..
summer, i don't think the rumour is true. actually, people here do not date around, they committ compeletly for short periods of time. a boyfriend can be for 3 weeks. But in the end, whereever we are, finding love is a big muddle. Portsmth is lovely and he probably is more committed to me, than me him. But I show affection through giving, both physically and presents. i have bought him a shirt, some things here and there...i haven't been given a present yet. not a judgement, just in the long term, i want to be with someone who is just as giving/sharing as i am. but, the sex is good so at least the short term is fun : )
Maybe he considers sex as giving?
TOE may be onto something there...you might be the 'Wealthy American'...does he come to stay? Bring you flowers? Take you to dinner?
But hey you're having fun!
What is it with Rude Anonymous' lately. It seems that everybody has got one these days! My ex was very cheap and I thought that I could live with it because I loved him.... In the end I couldn't. I felt that I was always giving up something that I wanted because he couldn't afford it.... Whether it be a holiday, a meal or even high thread count sheets..... In the end the different financial places that we were in just wouldn't work.
Who doesn't have a trust fund? ;-)
Ok, on a serious note... I thought I'm the only one having this dilemma on dating in London! Ok, that doesn't sound too serious.
I'm also up for cinema and plays and all that! Us surrogate children of the city unite!
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