You might think oh no, this has been written about since time began, but this is the year 2002 and things are very different for both men and women of today. The hopes and dreams are very different sometimes. And the next few paragraphs are what most men and women think of each other.
Picture this, a girl on a Friday night getting her self all dolled up for that night on the town. What will she wear? What shoes will go with her outfit? Will she meet the man of her dreams tonight? These are those million dollar questions that I know most girls ask.
Men on the other hand, and yes I’ve heard them talking when they didn’t know I was around, have a complete different prospective where all this is concerned. A man would think damn I’m hot going to get lucky tonight. And that’s it. That is as far as they can think ahead. Yes sure they put their suits on, and the aftershave. But when their night comes down to it, it’s all about, who they will pick up and have their way with tonight.
See the difference here. Now that you all have this picture in your head this will be easy to imagine. One night I went out with the girls, under protest mind you, and when I walked into this place all I kept thinking was oh my God. There were guys there that I watched out of curiosity and to see what they would do. One guy was ogling this girl so much that he dropped his drink to the floor, stumbled into a chair in front of him and crashed to the floor in a heap. It was hilarious to watch but it was also a bit of a worry to me.
This does not say that much about men does it, but what was worse than that was I also watched some of the girls to see where there heads were and what they would do. Now let me tell you I was not impressed to say the least. This one girl got so drunk that she did not look like much of a lady, now you can envision where I am going with this. She was sitting at the bar with about 5 guys all standing around her, she also wore a mini and was not embarrassed to flaunt her self like a dangling piece of cheese in front of a mouse.
The moral of this story is that Men and Women are not really that different and we really can not judge all men by the way that guy behaved or the way that girl behaved for that matter. We are all unique and different in our own ways. Now the next time you go out take a look around you and you may not find the above two attractive but I can guarantee that if you look closer then those two you might be pleasantly surprised.
Written by Katly Petrak (maiden name)
6/1/02
Thursday, April 5, 2007
NIGHT OUT WITH THE GIRLS OR NOT!!!
(This is a little story I wrote)
Tonight is the night; yes I’m going out with the girls. You can imagine that the “Getting Ready” process will be quite painful for me; well actually it’s bloody hilarious where I am concerned. I take a shower, do the whole chick cleansing, toning and moisturising. Conditioning treatment in the hair and the horrendous chore of plucking my eyebrows.
“Ohhhhhhh finding out what I am going to wear”, What a joke that is, well let me see, what to do what to do, well will you look at that, there in my closet is the (outfit) to end all outfits, yes its the one and only black top, black pants and it would not be complete without the black shoes, flat ones of course, (have you seen me walking in high heels, what a pisser).
Outside for that cigarette while my hair is drying, you need to get the hair do right or I cannot possibly go anywhere. I have it all decked out with coffee table, ashtray, and the good old outdoor fold out chair. It’s an Aussie dream; no it’s the garden-shed.
Meanwhile the house is buzzing I’ve got sisters running around everywhere, doing the same thing as me. Except that they do this every week and this is the first time in 12 months I’ve been out. What the hell am I doing, well apparently I am going out with the girls. This will be interesting.
I go to my room, get the hair dryer and start blow drying my hair, and you wouldn’t believe what happened next, the hair dryer blew up made my whole arm black, fell to my stomach, burned right through my top, my pants even my underwear to leave a lovely round burn on my gut. How attractive is that, guess I won’t be getting lucky tonight. How would you be? Like a pork chop if you ask me.
What now, no hair dryer, nearly get electrocuted have a burn on my stomach, I better go and use my sis’s hair dryer. If I let it dry too long it will frizz right up, as if it didn’t already from the shock. I get the dryer finally and try again. It took me a whole hour to dry it, what an effort looking good.
Have to put my face on, now this will be fun lets see if I don’t poke myself in the eye with my eye liner or worse stick the whole mascara brush in my eye ball and blind myself. You know the drill first comes the foundation, powder, eyes, lips and the finishing touch rouge. Beautiful.
There you have it, two and a half hours later I have managed to totally devastate my self to the point that I need another cigarette. Laugh all you want, but at least my curtains won’t need washing every day. Taking a few deep breaths waiting for the others while having that all-important quiet moment to myself, gathering my thoughts.
We finally arrive at the night spot, and this is where I start to feel dizzy again, you would too if you nearly got electrocuted, put gunk on your face and was just about to walk into this place that you got dragged to anyway. All I can say is that if this is what it takes to be a girl in the year 2002, have it, I’d rather chuck the trackies on, wash the make up off and have a BBQ and the Aussie famous brewskie night at home with my mates partying!!!
Enjoy!!
Luv Katly
Tonight is the night; yes I’m going out with the girls. You can imagine that the “Getting Ready” process will be quite painful for me; well actually it’s bloody hilarious where I am concerned. I take a shower, do the whole chick cleansing, toning and moisturising. Conditioning treatment in the hair and the horrendous chore of plucking my eyebrows.
“Ohhhhhhh finding out what I am going to wear”, What a joke that is, well let me see, what to do what to do, well will you look at that, there in my closet is the (outfit) to end all outfits, yes its the one and only black top, black pants and it would not be complete without the black shoes, flat ones of course, (have you seen me walking in high heels, what a pisser).
Outside for that cigarette while my hair is drying, you need to get the hair do right or I cannot possibly go anywhere. I have it all decked out with coffee table, ashtray, and the good old outdoor fold out chair. It’s an Aussie dream; no it’s the garden-shed.
Meanwhile the house is buzzing I’ve got sisters running around everywhere, doing the same thing as me. Except that they do this every week and this is the first time in 12 months I’ve been out. What the hell am I doing, well apparently I am going out with the girls. This will be interesting.
I go to my room, get the hair dryer and start blow drying my hair, and you wouldn’t believe what happened next, the hair dryer blew up made my whole arm black, fell to my stomach, burned right through my top, my pants even my underwear to leave a lovely round burn on my gut. How attractive is that, guess I won’t be getting lucky tonight. How would you be? Like a pork chop if you ask me.
What now, no hair dryer, nearly get electrocuted have a burn on my stomach, I better go and use my sis’s hair dryer. If I let it dry too long it will frizz right up, as if it didn’t already from the shock. I get the dryer finally and try again. It took me a whole hour to dry it, what an effort looking good.
Have to put my face on, now this will be fun lets see if I don’t poke myself in the eye with my eye liner or worse stick the whole mascara brush in my eye ball and blind myself. You know the drill first comes the foundation, powder, eyes, lips and the finishing touch rouge. Beautiful.
There you have it, two and a half hours later I have managed to totally devastate my self to the point that I need another cigarette. Laugh all you want, but at least my curtains won’t need washing every day. Taking a few deep breaths waiting for the others while having that all-important quiet moment to myself, gathering my thoughts.
We finally arrive at the night spot, and this is where I start to feel dizzy again, you would too if you nearly got electrocuted, put gunk on your face and was just about to walk into this place that you got dragged to anyway. All I can say is that if this is what it takes to be a girl in the year 2002, have it, I’d rather chuck the trackies on, wash the make up off and have a BBQ and the Aussie famous brewskie night at home with my mates partying!!!
Enjoy!!
Luv Katly
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Hello All
I have just moved into my new home with my husband. Talk about a lot of work, the unpacking process is a killer. I finally put all the things away and made this house into our home. It's funny how when you buy a house there are all these never ending projects that you want to do. My husband has put up the letterbox, put up some gates, staining them as we speak. There are all these things outside that my husband wants to build. He has gotten right into DIY projects.
Me on the other hand, I have been fixing things up inside, buying new and matching items for the kitchen and dining table. Boy they were really onto something when they wrote the book Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars. Or is that the other way around. Oops not sure there.
I am now finding myself trying to create new and interesting dishes for dinner. Who would have thought. I am all domesticated.
More soon I promise. I haven't even begun, and believe me I have a lot more to tell you and ask you and share with you.
Until then
Love Katly
I have just moved into my new home with my husband. Talk about a lot of work, the unpacking process is a killer. I finally put all the things away and made this house into our home. It's funny how when you buy a house there are all these never ending projects that you want to do. My husband has put up the letterbox, put up some gates, staining them as we speak. There are all these things outside that my husband wants to build. He has gotten right into DIY projects.
Me on the other hand, I have been fixing things up inside, buying new and matching items for the kitchen and dining table. Boy they were really onto something when they wrote the book Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars. Or is that the other way around. Oops not sure there.
I am now finding myself trying to create new and interesting dishes for dinner. Who would have thought. I am all domesticated.
More soon I promise. I haven't even begun, and believe me I have a lot more to tell you and ask you and share with you.
Until then
Love Katly
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