Wax or Shave... The Price of My Hairless Beauty.

Beauty is difficult. Keeping up appearances is even more difficult.... Removing hair is another story!!

The daily routine of any or all females could be a five minute fix up or a three hour clean up for an event. I find sometimes, that even some women keep routines more secret than others... but not me!!

So here we go, head to toe:

1. Grey Hairs.... On my head!

They have taken over my TwentySomething head and my only form of defence is to colour. Im far too young to "embrace the grey". I also am moving forward on my plan to grow out my hair, so I have a good working relationship with my Stylist... every eight weeks without fail.
Cost: €60

2. Eyebrows.

Once a month I make a visit to my favourite place, "The Brow Bar" (By Benefit). I have never once found a place who could dedicate the time and care that I want someone to give my eyebrows. Mess up my eyebrows, I will end your life bitch. I will never get my eyebrows waxed anywhere else.
Cost: €15

3. Lip Service.

Yes. It is the big fear on all the ladies lips... Dark Hair!

I refuse to pay someone for this, I banish the "Fluff" from my upper lip myself because I am not blessed with tough skin and go extremely red. I must wax my lip when I know I will not be seen by people for 6 hours, so night time it is! Once every 6 weeks does the job....
Cost: €4

4. Underarms.

I tried to laser, but it was way too painful. I have decided to commit to shaving the underarms till death do me and the razor apart. Every three days is a bit much though.
Cost: €2 P/Week

5. The Lady Garden.

Yes ladies, from "Hollywood" to "Basic Bikini" we have all tried it, one or more times. I enjoy an almost clean area, Brazilian all the way. Lycon Wax has also been my saviour. Less pain, less redness and no marks or mini spots. Nice. Once every 6 weeks.
Cost: €40

6. Legs.

Shave. Every three days. End of.
Cost: €2 P/Week

7. Other Areas.... Shhhhhh!

A. Knuckles: I have dark hairs on my knuckles, it makes me weep. 

B. Big toes: Another weeper. Both upsetting areas are dealt with by wax strips. I am very conscious about these areas... So every time I see hairs, they go.
Cost:€2 P/Week

The total cost of just making sure I am hair free....

                                                  On Average: €90 to €100 Per Month

It is annoying that I must put in so much time and effort for this, but life is difficult ladies... We don't need stray hairs making it worse now do we? 

Let me know what you think...

TwentySomething xx

The Time To Move On...

I have come to the conclusion that the time to move on is now.
My first and last serious boyfriend was when I was 18 years old. For almost two years I was blissfully happy. Not a fear in the world. Being mid twenties is fecking tough!!

I appreciate being single sometimes... I do! But jez it is tough being the only single person on a night out. Or at a Wedding... Or even at a funeral!

I know I said that I would document my new outgoing dating life... And I will. Soon. Very very soon! I just have to mourn my relationships past and finally.... Move the fuck on.

I hope you do too!

TwentySomething xx

Saying Goodbye (mini heartbreak)

I might have an impending goodbye to do by Friday. I really dont want to do it.

I fell in serious like with the wrong guy. Totally wrong for me, totally not what I deserved. Its a mini affair that has been happening for about a year but we have known eachother for a good few years.... Every once and a while we meet up and hook up. Kinda like in between relationship buddies...
But in the last few months since Jack started backing off to "live the single life" I started to think, maybe the reason I kept going back, was because I cared for him more than a friend.

We discussed it a few weeks ago and he basically shot me down, relationship wise. So I ended the mini fling and hence my last post about men and moving on blah blah blah....
He is moving away, leaving Ireland and could be gone for a few years, he might not come back at all. I am heart broken. I knew that we would never end up together, he was everything I shouldn't be with. But I care deeply for him.

I can't meet him to say Goodbye because I know that I will cry and shout at him and then make a complete show of myself. I dont want the potentially last time I see him to be like that. So I have an internal fight between my heart and my head. Do I meet him and possibly make myself feel worse, or do I say farewell by text, keeping my dignity and tears?
I dont know what to do but I know that I hate Goodbyes and my heart is once again a mess.

TwentySomething x

Is life complicated? Or is it just me....?

*** SPOILER ALERT***  

This will be a rant about men... Well, the men that have come to invade my life!

Readers, I realised at a very early age that beauty and confidence works. I also realised that the world is slightly more superficial than it should be. There was always pressure growing up to be "TSB". As in Permanent TSB.... Tall, Skinny and Blonde. 

Men are naturally attracted to beautiful mates (I will not say female, "Go Team Same Sex Marriage" and all that) thus not even entertaining the rest. Look, I get it, I absolutely HATE when a member of the male population that is less than undesirable "gets all up in my grill" or worse... just gets down right rude and utters the words "your place or mine?" WHEN YOU HAVEN'T EVEN KISSED THEM! Euh... But a bit of politeness goes a long way people.

My arrangement with Jack is loosing its spark so I have now decided, enough is enough. I have to either shit in the pot or get off the loo... (Im such a fricken lady)

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you a new line of Blogging.... I am going to Blog my way into a relationship! Once a week I will Blog my adventures and risk taking while trying to weed out the unsuitable.

I am aware this began as a rant about men... but you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way...

Let the games begin...

TwentySomething x

No Sleep, Morbid Speak and Backward Living...

I cant sleep tonight so I did a little late night watching on tv.
Unfortunately im in the back arse of nowhere (a little village in Ireland where I grew up) visiting the auld pair so the only fine television veiwing is an old sky box my dad hooked up to the poxy nothing inch tv in the kitchen. BBC Three it is so. Ooh, Amercan Dad is on. Sweet.

I was blessed to grow up in a functional and loving environment. Actually for such a small community we all stick up for each other. My problem is there problem etc. Nice in one sence... Creepy in another. I had a neighbour and he was a very handsom late twenty something guy. Thinking back from time to time makes me realise that I had a massive crusher on him. Anyway, he hung himself. And out of the blue, poof, he was gone. Our whole community rallied round the family. There was little old ladies doing a Mrs. Doyle with Tea, Coffee, whiskey... Actually if a family member said they wanted to get high im sure one of them would have pulled a joint out from some part of the apron they were wearing. In short, the whole community lost a son/brother/best friend that day and we all grieved like one big disfunctional family.
No one knocks walking into our house. No one. And they walk in the back door. Its almost frowned apon to, oh jesus, KNOCK on the FRONT DOOR!! "Martin get the shot gun it must be a burglar!" No Mam thats the postman with my delivery from a clothes outlet that I had to order on my android phone out in the back garden because... Brace yourself...
We cant get internet in my house.

Yes yes its true, the house is so wrapped in trees and hills that not one internet provider/mobile phone network company can give us internet inside our home. I bearly get signal. I feel like im living on Bear Island, but last I heard they have wonderful coverage...

Tomorrow morning I shall be making the "big trip" back up to Dublin, as my little Mrs. Doyle neighbour says to me every time I visit with cakes.
Im going to be apartment hunting. I have decided to make to big leap and move into a 2 bed with my best friend Sarah. And as every girl knows this is a huge decision... And il tell you a secret...
Its probably going to be the best decision il have made this year so far...


Night,

TwentySomething xx

Sex Talk

I currently have a "sex friend"... Lets call him Jack (not real name). He really is everything you would want in a sex partner. He is sexy, but doesnt know it, enjoys the pre sex banter and leaves when I ask him to... Plus he has a pretty substantial package!

When we first met in a pub in Dublin, I found him charming, witty and I couldnt help staring into his adorable eyes. We had a fun filled night which ended up with a fun filled roll around in my house which led to me actually apologising to my housemates for my audable display of satisfaction that night... And morning. They forgave me.

The sex is pretty vanilla, which is grand as I am not one for going all "50 shades of sex" in the bedroom. I have, however, updated my Ann Summers collection of toys and outfits... But introducing them is another thing. Our usual hooks ups are usually happening when one of us, or both of us are drunk. So if he is drunk it really would be a waste throwing open my silky robe to display a figure hugging corset with hold up tights and high heels. Plus I have tried to put that shit on while drunk, I almost knocked myself out last time.

Do guys want that during a booty call? The little frills and thrills that, personally, I think should be savoured for a guy that you are in a "deep and meaningful" relationship?


TwentySomething xx

Welcome Welcome One and All...

Life, Love and Sex...

That is basically all that this Blog will be about.

I am a twenty something woman living in Dublin and I want to share my experiences of my hectic day to day... 
To be continued 

TwentySomething xx