Friday, 2 November 2012

Confessions of a Twentys Rep and a Club Rep out in London..



Many years ago, when I was a girl-around-town I had a night out in London with a group of friends.  We met a group of boys and sat huddled around a table in a trendy bar having fun and fighting each other for the attention of the gorgeous one. It was an outrageous night and as we got drunker, we were doing the best we could to get a date with Mr Gorgeous. My mate, the Club 18-30 rep succeeded in swopping numbers with Mr Gorgeous and boy, did she gloat. Good for her though, the best girl on the night won the prize.  The rest of us were a tiny bit jealous but had such a wicked night it didn’t matter.

The date was actually a disaster!  Club Rep met Mr Gorgeous the following week in a bar and immediately noticed something about him that none of us had noticed on a drunk dark night in the West End of London. She excused herself to go to the ladies to powder her nose, then swiftly ran away never to see Mr Gorgeous again! Ok it may not be politically correct, but there is a lot of pressure on young single women to look good, feel good and quite simply vanity and expectations get in the way of kindness and sincerity. The nicer things in life are more important to us as we get older. 

I told this story to the girls in the office this week to see what they would have done when they noticed that Mr Gorgeous was not as perfect as we had first thought. We had honest bitch that would have said, “sorry but this is just not going to work”. We had Coward Bitch that would have also made a very quick exit and me, who would probably have married the guy, loved him forever and had 2.4 children.

The moral of the story is: Do not judge a book by its cover.

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