Archive | August, 2013

Final few hours to vote for us in the Cosmo Blog Awards 2013!

30 Aug

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Hello lovely readers and thanks again for casting your peepers on our blog- we do love you! But we would love you even more if you cast that all important vote to help make us the BEST sex and relationship blog 2013 in the Cosmopolitan Blog Awards

Voting closes TONIGHT and this really does mean everything to us! We want to be bigger and better, and turn our love of blogging into a full time career! And hey, even Beyonce has our backs…Vote HERE!Thank you millions! .

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Diary of a weak woman

27 Aug

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Addiction: The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing or activity

Rolos from the fridge , wearing high heels at work, buying the same dress in ten different colours, The OC and letting go of men who treat my emotions like a piss sodden urinal; Ditched has many addictions, however the last one isn’t that fun to live with…

Last week I was curling my lions mane when my clumsy hand slipped, resulting in four swear words and one hell of a burnt finger. After a few fridge Rolos (seriously you have to try them-forget YOLO, it’s all about the Rolo) I continued my curling mission, while fully aware that a burnt finger, ear or face could be heading my way. This renegade attitude to life, and purely living on the edge is fine in some instances, but not when it comes to keeping guys in my life who leave my self esteem flatter than my Justin Bieber-esque chest.

I love male attention. Not in a stripper- hey baby let me shake my thang kind of way, but being around guys and having a nice laugh gives me a boost that being with my girls just doesn’t create. I also l.o.v.e to see the good in people, even if those people have lied to me, hurt me and acted like a total cock sap. But why oh why OH WHY do I do it to myself, and why do many other amazing women?

Recently a dude I really liked asked me out and made my heart all of a flutter, only to drop the G-bomb; that being he had a girlfriend all along. So what did I do? Yes I went mental and called him a quiff ponce, but after the anger had died down I STILL wanted his attention and even to this day part of me still does. I’ve tried flirting with other men: fail, and even joined a dating site: an even bigger fail.

The same formula could be applied to my previous relationship, with him ending it by text and that being like some sort of catnip to me: one things for sure, I’m definitely a pussy when it comes to telling bad men to do one. Maybe it stems from wanting to change someone: some women want to be the one who changes a man for the better- imagine Harry Styles settling down with you and giving up his cougar ways and you’re half way there.

But just how do I curb my bad addiction? Do I stay away from men until my own self worth is higher? Do I try dating a lady to see what all the fuss is about? Or do I just ignore my urges to contact men who have wronged me and hope it fizzles out like a cheap firework display?

Answers on a postcard PLEASE!

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Hitched & Ditched heart Ibiza

19 Aug

You may have noticed HnD missing on the blogging radar last week- well we were sunning ourselves in an Ibiza penthouse dahlings. But before you ask, no we didn’t scoop the Euromillions jackpot and we don’t have a rich Uncle, but we did work hard all year long to enjoy a week of sun, sea, and serious laughter with the girls.

Watch this space for a special post on our trip, but for now this picture sums up our amazing time there and the pure magic that is Ibiza

Love Lauren (Hitched) & Kelly (Ditched)

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PS don’t forget to vote for us as the best sex and relationship blog 2013 in the Cosmo Blog Awards. Voting closes on 30th August and you can vote right here!