Me

Yesterday was an interesting day, after grabbing my grande, non fat, sugar free vanilla, 140 degree, Caramel Macciato, to go, I wondered what made me the person I'm perceived to be. On paper I'm a writer and film maker who has a degree in film and video and due to graduate in September, I've worked at a worldwide coffee cooperation for the last four years whilst maintaining my degree and a four year relationship (which has currently ended) but does that make me who I am. Of course it's a part of who I am but what do the people on the outside see when the happen to glance in, well I'm 5-ft 7 and a bit, curvy with blue eyes, Im strong headed, Independent, I don't mince my word's, I love earning money, getting drunk (not being) and more than anything socializing, I don't like being on my own except when either reading, writing or wanking, I like looking at the sea but not being in it, Im impatient and argumentative, I'm loud and sometimes obnoxious, the perfect date would be a meal and the cinema/gig/bowling/drinking and finished with the perfect moon lit/rain splattered kiss, I love material things bags Chloe/Guess/Balenciaga shoes, Louboutins/ Kurt Geiger/ Alexander McQueen but most of all I love men. I love all the things men are and what they represent how they look/ smell/act, the chemistry between men and women/other men/their mother but more than men I love writing and you guessed it about men. Most women from the get go are told of the relationship between a man and woman whether it's Mother Father, Husband Wife or Brother and Sister. This has always intrigued me as a single woman, of 22, heading out into the big bad world, there are only two thing's on my mind, career and my next relationship.

So I guess that last sentence covers me, a woman of 22 trying to sort out my career and relationship before I turn thirty and therefore a spinster.