Broken Dates, Broken Excuses. (Ask Clara, overseas edition)

Today, Cristina, from Tuscany writes to me asking this question:

Hi Clara, how are you? I'm confused and I need an advice from you :)

I've known a boy 12 years older than me. I'm 20 and he's 32. He is fascinating and a good looking man...But we chatting from 2 months. I never contact him...He always do.

But when he asks me to go out and I accept, he disappear. And the day after, he try to tell me excuses and justifications. Why he contact me everyday if than, he don't wants to go out with me??!! I'm not a petulant girl. I always have the respect of everyone....But this situation has to finish...How can I do?

Do I just disappear and don't answer at his messages, or should I make a speech about that with him?

Excuse me for my English. And excuse me for the bother : |


Thank you Cristina for trusting me with giving you insight to this issue. 

At any age, when it comes to finding decent men brought up to fulfill their commitments, the most basic gesture is for a man to SHOW UP for a date when plans have been made. 

The fact that he has broken dates repeatedly with "excuses and justifications" means this man will no longer have the pleasure of hearing from you. 

What kind of manners was this guy taught by his mother anyways? 

You mention at the end of your letter that this "situation has to finish". Well, I certainly sense your determination to discontinue letting this guy play you like a yo yo. 

Do what you need to do to ensure he never hears from you again. Block him, stay away from the areas he hangs out in, heck, if you need to move to another area, I'd do that too. 

Keep your standards and dignity high Cristina. 

Question of the Day..."Are you the type of man...."

Good Evening everyone, 

After much pondering and discussion with colleagues, we came up with a question worth some deep thought. Especially for men who have daughters. 

"Are you the type of man that you would want your daughter to marry?" 

Think carefully and honestly. 

Straws in Beers (The Old Wellington at Manchester England)

Us three flight attendants visited this bar recently. Here's our experience in photos and words :)

We arrived to a crowd FULL OF MEN and I counted: five females. The outside patio was filled to the brim along with the carpeted inside. The selection of beer was plentiful with Peroni and ales available.

Here are the first two drinks with the two of us drinking with straws:

We took a seat outside:

The three of us had an amazing view of everyone. Lots of men and easy going people.

Here's the three of us (left one making a funny face):

The washroom had no toilet paper though at either stalls. And it was carpeted, LOL:

I heard a girl knock on my stall asking for a toilet roll and thank goodness, I had some in my bag (yes, i carry Charmin's mini roll in case of times like these).

After one beer, we left and on our way out, some gentlemen yelled for us to return. Turning around, we decided to snap a photo of them hollering:

That's it for now! WE LOVED it and will be back soon!

Maple Twist on Patio

Hi everyone :) *Waves* Some say I live in one of the sh!ttiest part of town.

But sh!tty doesn't describe the maple twist I tried two blocks from my apartment during one sunny day this week. Here's what it looks like: 

The cone wasn't too sweet. Patio consisted of rugged carpet and direction faces the shade during late afternoon. Wonderful area to read a newspaper or self help books after work. 

I noticed the cashier address many customers by name so I'm assuming they are frequent customers :) Try it! You won't regret it! 

The Art of Grapefruit Eating (March 3, 2003)

Hi everyone,

Today's entry dates back to March 3, 2003 during university. Then and now, grapefruit remains my morning fruit of choice. Here's a poem dedicated to it.

The Art of Grapefruit Eating 

Sliced in half

Two sides of healthy glowing roundness

Juicy pulp separated into triangular sections 

Leads me to great temptation

*smiling*, digging for that 'triangle'

Punctured pulp, teeth I tear. 

"Haiku".

Sunday afternoon
Hello! My name is Clara  (say hi!)
Counselling people

Outback Steakhouse (the strip, Las VEGAS)

Lambchops with brocolli, mash potatoes and a full belly. On our outing to Vegas, we munched at outback after having shopped at Ross. Lets have a look at what was on my plate:

What my boyfriend's plate looked like:

With the exception of the malfunctioning elevator that brought you to the 4th floor of Outback, everything was good. There was a whiff of cheese smell passing through the restaurant at times. Glancing over to nearby tables, this could be attributed to orders of cheese fries.

Cheers!