Is Sydney becoming the new New York City? Are woman really starting to put careers and lifestyle before relationships? At the age of 35 will I still be:
- Shopping at all the designer stores on Castlereagh Street?
- Gallivanting at the Argyle, the Ivy or the Establishment?
- Loving my career life?
- Actively dating as a sport, jumping from one guy to another without building some sort of meaningful relationship?
If I look at my current lifestyle, it seems that a pattern has already formed and may continue if I don’t do anything now.
I’ve kept a low profile these last few weeks. It has allowed me to re-evaluate my goals and what I actually want for myself. I nearly have everything I want. Like, I’m financially stable (no debt and investment portfolio included), have a degree, have a career, have great relationships (with family, relatives and friends), I’m healthy and well traveled. Considering I am only 24, I think I am doing a good job. The only thing missing in my life now is a full-filling committed relationship and so the journey of finding Mr. Right begins.
Of course to get to Prince Charming you have a kiss a lot of frogs first, so here I go again. I’m back Sydney, back in the dating game, with a more responsible, mature and serious approach…
…I hope.
Your Socialite. xx
Dear Sydney,
Bad Boy has started messaging again. He only ever messages when he’s bored or when he is in the mood for something. When he starts it’s all polite, then he goes and starts some weird phone/smsing sex nonsense. I’ve told him on so many occasions that I’m not interested then after a certain period of time he maneuvers his way into being dirty again. Let’s see where today’s conversation leads to.Bad Boy: Whats doing goodlooking..
Phew… 1 point for yours truly, 0 points for Bad Boy.
Moi: I was asleep. I’m so tiered. How was your day?
Bad Boy: My day was ok…guess who’s home alone ;) why were you sleeping
Moi: I had a late night last night, then an early morning. And thank goodness you woke me up cos I’m meant to be somewhere at 730
Bad Boy: Oh ok where you meant to be?
Moi: My girls and I are having dinner at the Face’s. I’m so tiered. I need sleep. =(
Bad Boy: Ahh ok cool..yea its a tiring weekend..
Moi: Aight Retz. Need to get ready. Have a good night. xx
Bad Boy: Fine fine lol have a good night yea.
Your Socialite. xx
Looks like Gossip Girl has influenced a new generation of anonymous blogging. My current favorite is 4inchheelsonly. This mag hag has the latest on all the gossip happening at Sydney’s Prime Publishing firms. I love this blog mostly because it brings back fond memories of my ACP Magazine days but also because it captures the essence of a true Sydney-ettes lifestyle.
4inchheelsonly writes:
The morning after, always a trechorious affairI wonder who she is talking about. The Face (who still works for one of Sydney’s Prime Publishing firms) did mention the Cleo Bachelor Party was on that night. Mmm, wonder where the latest information will leak from first, The Face or 4inchheelsonly. Only time will tell…
March 20, 2008
Do you often wake up and think, oh crap, what did I do last night/this morning?
Well I didn’t, but I’m sure one of my fellow party attendees last night did. According to an anonymous comment a young starlet had a big night last night.Spotted: The boys may have provided the eye-candy but one half of an Australian pop duo provided the entertainment when they were spotted fervently pashing a MTV VJ up against the wall at Ivy last night.What and who?!?! Now was it girl on boy, boy on boy or girl on girl? While I had a big night, I spent the night drinking and partying with my girls instead of keeping my eyes peeled. Bad gossip girl I know. But what I did see and hear will be coming soon.
Your Socialite. xx
Party In a Seaforth Mansion and a Krispy Kreme
1 comments Published by Sydney Socialite on Friday, March 14
Dear Sydney,
On Friday night I attended a house party at Seaforth. It was a typical Seaforth house; three stories high, tennis court, salt water swimming pool, sauna, pool room and a view of Sydney’s Northern Suburbs. The house was undeniably spectacular.
The entire night was fun, exactly the way good parties are. Lot’s of eating, drinking, mingling, flirting, laughing and at this party, swimming. Whilst having dinner I got into a discussion with a lady I will call Krispy Kremes. We were talking about relationships. After mentioning that I was on a relationship/dating fast, Krispy Kremes had explained that she had not been on a date for around two years. We spoke of past relationships and as the conversation developed it became more heated, until bang Krispy Kremes snapped and walked away! This was the topic of debate:
“Can you have a relationship with someone if you are not sleeping with them?"
After she thundered off I made a (drunken) mental note: - The sparkle from your Tiffany and Co jewelry won’t distract a man from looking at your ugly face.
Your Socialite. xx
Dear Sydney,
I don’t know how I ended up at Soho again. It’s like the second time I’ve been there in two weeks. Last night was so disgustingly trashy. Don’t get me wrong, it was heaps of fun and I did have an excellent night but right now I am so full of regret and guilt that I am officially making the executive decision to go on a relationship/dating fast.
Last night I went out with an ex work college who I will call Mr. Manchester United. Here is a summary of last night’s events:
- We started at The Victoria Room in Darlinghurst.
- Consumption of cocktails began thanks to the talented mixologists and 1.5hr table wait
- Left The Victoria Room ridiculously drunk
- Arrived at O’Malley’s at Kings Cross
- Entertained by a Gender Illusionist wearing a very, very tight blue denim dress with an exposed red lacy bra, who was running up to random guys and humping their leg like a dog on heat
- Left even more drunk
- Arrived at Soho to meet up with some of Mr. Manchester United friends.
- Continued the night with more lolly water, some mingling and some dancing
- Ended the evening up against a tree on Victoria Street snogging Mr. Manchester United
I felt so bad when the Not-Boyfriend called this morning. Guilt was etched so deep into my heart. All his talk about being exclusive was wasted. I have realised now that I am definitely not ready for a mature responsible relationship and so today the relationship/dating fast begins. Wish me luck Sydney.
PS: - I highly recommend the Southern Mediterranean Vegetable Fritters with Minted Yogurt at The Victoria Room. It is absolutely heavenly.
Your Socialite. xx
I arrived at the Not-Boyfriends ON TIME for once. Not that he really noticed. He had spent the day on a boat in the harbour, was painfully sun burnt and being a typical boy would not stop complaining about it. After the Not-Boyfriends failed attempt of using a pen lid as a tie clip we called a cab. An hour later it came. The Mardi-Gra was creating chaos all through out our city and we were late to the Engagement Party (held at some lounge in Balmain). Not very good considering the Not-Boyfriend is a Groomsman.
It was a very romantic night, lots of loving and flirting between couples. During the speeches the Not-Boyfriend made some comment about being glad it wasn’t him. Once he looked at me and realised his dumb mistake he bought me another drink and followed me around for the rest of the evening. The Engagement party ended at 12, and the Not-Boyfriend and I headed to Soho at Potts Point.
Kings Cross was infested with people, drunk and mostly naked. We on the other hand, were only relatively tipsy and fully clothed in semi-formal attire. I couldn’t tell the prostitutes from the hard-core clubbers. We entered Soho and that’s when it all began. The remainder of the night was filled with drugs and drama.
In the 1.5 hours we were there, we came across the following headlines:
- Tall Sexy Blonde was upset. She was in a relationship with Not-boyfriend’s best friend who wouldn’t commit and was known for throwing his dick around. He had left for the night, probably with some other chick.
- Curly Brown hair girl wouldn’t go anywhere near the Not-Boyfriend because she wasn’t invited to his last birthday party. Apparently it was boys only.
- The Not-Boyfriend bad mouthing an attractive brunette, someone he was seeing in the past. Attractive brunette apparently is a dirty skank and was hooking up with all the Not-Boyfriend’s closet friends whilst they were seeing each other.
As soon as the Not-boyfriend announced that it was time to leave, I couldn’t race out the door any faster!
Lesson to be learnt: If you’re a believer in romance and love Harlequin novels, don’t ever go from a deeply romantic event to a trashy one. It will ruin the night.