<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:05:37.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is All Around...?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-8330038854437217179</id><published>2010-04-13T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T04:48:19.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got through!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Top 20!! I literally can't believe it... i still can't today. The results weren't announced until 6pm i think it was, and by this point i had worn out my computer's refresh, and convinced myself that it was the end of the STA road for me. I was honestly shaking for about 3 hours after the page loaded and i saw my face. Everybody has been so supportive of each other, messages on twitter of congratulations which has been so nice to see. I feel bad for the people that didn't make it through, and it really makes me wonder what the STA are looking for in their interns this year. The next stage is the phone interview which lasts half an hour. Mine is on Monday and i am so nervous. If i make it through to the top 10 we upload another video which i have already started preparing, (i didn't want to jinx it, but at least if i have it ready and get through then i don't need to worry, and if i don't get through i can upload the video to youtube for fun anyway!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I have had a couple of emails this month from you guys  (the majority have been support which has been amazing, thank you so much!) but for now this week i NEED to concentrate on my final major project for Uni. My whole degree is riding on this last assignment, but it is so hard to focus because all i want to do is prepare for the interview and make my video (i feel i have something to prove because my last video was made so quickly!) As soon as i can i will reply to emails on the blog... Promise!! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-8330038854437217179?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/8330038854437217179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/8330038854437217179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/8330038854437217179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-through.html' title='I got through!'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-458845086869277262</id><published>2010-04-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:18:45.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Happy easter everybody!! I wonder how many people are reading this nursing a hangover? Sitting on a computer is hard enough when your head feels so bad, never mind writing a post so i am sorry if mid way through i stop making sense! Last night was really worth it though, i saw a lot of friends from school who i haven't seen in years which was nice and there was a really good atmosphere too.. (Oh and the wine helped!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My university tutor sent us all an email the other day reminding us just how much work we have to do this month, and finished by telling us not to eat too much chocolate to make sure we all look good on our graduation photographs. Because of this, i didn't buy any easter eggs this year :-( which now i feel was a big mistake. Easter has definitely not been the same i must say. Facebook told me that grown women (my friend is 24) spent their morning on a secret easter egg hunt, which has actually made me jealous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So do women love chocolate more than men? In some ways, men are a bit like chocolate. You never know what you are going to get, and more often than not they are sweet and smooth but just head straight for your hips! From chocolate i get pleasure, it makes me feel good about myself, its comforting, it doesn't argue with me, and i can get it when ever i want. It doesn't provide much stimulating conversation, but both my friends and my parents love it and really, it makes me happy. For right now i have neither a man nor chocolate, (thanks to my tutor) so since the easter weekend doesn't officially end until tomorrow night, i am off to the shops first thing tomorrow to get my fix! Enjoy the rest of your bank holiday lovelies xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-458845086869277262?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/458845086869277262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/458845086869277262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/458845086869277262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-3825614896574970801</id><published>2010-04-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:19:23.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hey everybody. So me and the girls went out last night into Bolton, and for the first time in around two years all of us were single. Now we aren't those kind of girls, but it was nice that we could all go out and have fun, without one of us being sat on the phone texting, or having to explain what time we would be back. So we decided that last night, we would be '16 again', ready to enjoy a flirt with some of the boys of Bolton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;In our new dresses and our highest heels we totter into the first bar and almost immediately we are approached by three men who try to get some banter going with us. Now this is fine, until they feel the need to use their 'best' chat up lines to try and impress us. The lines are coming thick and fast, and to be perfectly honest they are totally ridiculous. One man firstly asks if i know where the nearest vets is. My reply is obviously "no, why?" (I am thinking this is very random) when he does some muscle move and tells me that his "Swans are sick" showing off his guns.. which do actually look like swans. Now i am certainly not saying that i get chatted up a lot, but that is a new one! He gets a laugh out of me and the girls, which to be fair i think is his only aim but i know more of these terrible lines are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I love your outfit, it would look brilliant on my bedroom floor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"You look like somebody but i can't put my finger on it, oh i know, your my next girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Eyes like yours would definitely get you tickets to the gun show" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And so on and so on...! So really girls.. do these lines work? They say if you can get a girl to laugh then you can get her to do anything, and giving credit to these guys, they had us laughing. Personally, other than comedy value lines don't really work with me and i would much rather guys be themselves and have a genuine conversation with me. Luckily (I hope) these lines are only used after a few beers so there may still be some hope for the guys out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-3825614896574970801?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3825614896574970801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/3825614896574970801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/3825614896574970801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-4531671246959376176</id><published>2010-03-30T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:49:32.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Its official"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7KcChyCDaI/AAAAAAAAABI/KfZXhOUSuCg/s1600/15341.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7KcChyCDaI/AAAAAAAAABI/KfZXhOUSuCg/s320/15341.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593665940983202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ladies everywhere. I am saddened to announce that pop legend (well almost) Ricky Martin has broken hearts across the world by announcing that he is gay. Unfortunately bangin' women just aren't his thing, as the handsome singer today  announced on his website www.rickymartinmusic.com that he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'proud to say that i am a fortunate homosexual man. I am very blessed to be who i am'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;See, men are so selfish. They always keep the best ones for themselves! I just feel sorry that he has had to keep it quiet for so long! Good luck Ricky! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-4531671246959376176?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4531671246959376176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4531671246959376176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4531671246959376176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-official.html' title='&apos;Its official&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7KcChyCDaI/AAAAAAAAABI/KfZXhOUSuCg/s72-c/15341.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-6160377236083443233</id><published>2010-03-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:33:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'I did it!!!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Wow guys i really can't believe it. I got through to the top 50 of the STA world travelling intern competition! Amazing! Im so pleased! Thank you so much to everybody who voted and to the emails of support i have received. (don't forget you can still email me your problems too i love helping!!) The next stage is a full application to decide the top 20 people. I am not sure whether i will get any further because of my lack of travelling experience. Don't get me wrong, i have been to some amazing places, but the competition is so tough, i can't compete with some of the entrants so i just hope that my enthusiasm and personality help! It will either go one of two ways. The judges will want to send somebody on the trip who has done it before and knows what to expect. Or they may see that everybody is a first time traveller at some stage, and by seeing that I can do it, it will encourage them to go and do it too! People may enjoy watching my experiences more than somebody who is a hardened traveller. I just don't know! But if nothing else, this has made me more sure than ever that, for now anyway, travelling is going to be my main commitment. Like i said in my video my world is going to extend further than Bolton and i can't wait!! Thanks again for the support, oh and they wiped the votes so please take one second to vote again!! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7qAwdqCk2I/AAAAAAAAABc/AtiOnQuqV9w/s320/sta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815468595811170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;http://www.worldtravellerintern.co.uk/member/amy-lea/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-6160377236083443233?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6160377236083443233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/6160377236083443233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/6160377236083443233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-did-it.html' title='&apos;I did it!!!&apos;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7qAwdqCk2I/AAAAAAAAABc/AtiOnQuqV9w/s72-c/sta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-6319683890570155443</id><published>2010-03-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:51:03.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He dresses in the dark"</title><content type='html'>Heyy here is my problem. I have met a new man, but he has a problem. Its nothing major but it really bothers me. He has such awful dress sense!! Honestly, it looks like he gets dressed in the dark. He is 26 with a good body but he dresses like my 55 year old dad. Ive told him so many times that i will take him shopping but he just says its boring and he doesn't want to go. He gets annoyed that i mention it but it embarrasses me. Am i just being too shallow or should i end it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Im sure if you wanted to date somebody who looked your dads age, then you would. You are not being too shallow, he needs to be told. As bad as it sounds, appearance is a deciding factor on how attractive we find somebody, and this does stretch to how we dress. Ask him to go shopping again, but if he won't, then tell him you can shop together quickly and easily online. Make it fun and interesting for him, and tell him that fashion is important to you and hint that the more attractive you find him, the more he will appeal to you in other aspects of your relationship. Make sure to to this slowly, get him key pieces that you can incorporate into his wardrobe rather than getting rid of everything you hate, and try to get involve his personality into his dress so he doesn't feel that you are trying to change him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-6319683890570155443?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6319683890570155443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-dresses-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/6319683890570155443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/6319683890570155443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-dresses-in-dark.html' title='&quot;He dresses in the dark&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-4910467870456155394</id><published>2010-03-22T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:58:48.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*I need a favour..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Well hello my little lovelies, hope you are all well. Today i entered a competition to win what could possibly be the most amazing prize ever. I entered the STA world traveller intern competition, in which two lucky lovelies get to go travelling the world (expenses paid baby!) for three whole months, documenting their experiences on social networking sites to sell the adventure to others! Sounds fab right? I feel slightly upset that i only found out about the competition two days ago as part of my entry had to be a video all about me. With only one day to create this, it is far from a masterpiece but i am pretty pleased with what i managed in just a few hours. So now to get me into the next stage where they pick the top 50, i need you to vote!! if you click the link below this will take you to my entry, click vote and thats it! done! simples! :) I would really appreciate it, wish me luck!! xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;http://www.worldtravellerintern.co.uk/member/amy-lea/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-4910467870456155394?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4910467870456155394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-favour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4910467870456155394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4910467870456155394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-favour.html' title='*I need a favour..*'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-704273881152184143</id><published>2010-03-04T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:22:03.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sexting Scandal"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7JEySgcshI/AAAAAAAAABA/H7bu72xmKtY/s1600/sexting_text_c.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7JEySgcshI/AAAAAAAAABA/H7bu72xmKtY/s320/sexting_text_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497729451176466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is 'Sexting' the new Affair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We use to be able to catch out our cheating spouses by lipstick on the collar, friends gossip or a dodgy hotel bill. But, with technology expanding, it seems our men (and women) and engaging in affairs of a textual nature. It consists of sending saucy messages to strangers or random people through social networking sites such as facebook or twitter, or dirty messages through text. So is it cheating? Well first it was Tiger Woods, then squeaky clean family man Vernon Kay being found out... as well as Ashley Cole of course. So does it count? Does saying what you want to do count as betrayal even if you don't actually do it? Maybe it is just flirty fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well no, i don't think so. If i read on my man's phone that he wanted to do such things to another woman, even if he hadn't actually done them, he wouldn't know what had hit him. I would feel betrayed and cheated on anyway. It actually happened with me and an ex. Nothing too obscene but i saw on Facebook he was flirting with a woman saying that he wanted her but couldn't have us both, and that if he wasn't with me then he would have her in a heartbeat. Obviously i went mad, and we broke up. But then we got back together and again, i found something similar but worse 6 months later. Safe to say he regretted it, and i regretted wasting the extra six months with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;With technology ever increasing (the new iphone 4gs phone is set to have a built in webcam for its ichat feature) how are we ever going to trust each other if sexting is seen as acceptable!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-704273881152184143?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/704273881152184143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexting-scandal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/704273881152184143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/704273881152184143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexting-scandal.html' title='&quot;Sexting Scandal&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7JEySgcshI/AAAAAAAAABA/H7bu72xmKtY/s72-c/sexting_text_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-4157363599909329782</id><published>2010-02-27T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:30:30.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Betraying a friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;John Terry Vs Wayne Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So it has all now come out that John Terry cheated on his wife Toni with his team mate (and friend) Wayne Bridge's girlfriend Vanessa Perroncel. Not only that, but allegations have surfaced that he paid for her to have an abortion to cover up the affair. Bad enough is it that he cheated on his childhood sweetheart, but with his friends woman! With his relationship in tatters, his friend feeling betrayed, his team-mates taking sides and his england captain title stripped, i can only assume that John Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; is asking himself now, was it worth it??!! Of course, wife Toni was quick to take him back (this was too obvious, really who is she without him??) but where does this leave England? How will these men be able to play in the same team toget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7NNbP7M_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/bdsE-7sH_fU/s320/terry_1587123c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454788704202456194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;her? Should Wayne Bridge forgive Terry for the sake of his team, and his country? By the looks of this picture, (Bridge snubbing Terrys handshake pre- friendly match) it doesnt look like forgiveness is on the cards too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; soon! But would you forgive and forget? Me? I doubt it. My friend went on one date with an ex of mine and even though i was over him, it took a while before i could spend time with her, and even now the trust isnt there. Enough of us have relationship problems without falling out with friends over them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-4157363599909329782?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4157363599909329782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/betraying-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4157363599909329782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4157363599909329782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/betraying-friend.html' title='&quot;Betraying a friend&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7NNbP7M_II/AAAAAAAAABQ/bdsE-7sH_fU/s72-c/terry_1587123c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-1647629358947642119</id><published>2010-02-25T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:48:19.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's a cheat!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7I4o_b9LBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IY37u4cx4fs/s1600/10z1u74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7I4o_b9LBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IY37u4cx4fs/s320/10z1u74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454484375573703698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Ashley Cole set for £22m divorce after X Factor queen Cheryl throws out her cheating Chelsea defender husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well this was yesterdays headline and to be honest, it didn't surprise me! It seems like Ashley Cole is the latest celebrity to have cheated! As if the humiliation wasn't enough the first time round, our 'nations sweetheart' has been crushed again by revelations that he has cheated again, and this time, she has had enough! I have two issues with this. First of all... 'Nations sweetheart'?? Ok so why exactly is she our sweetheart? Is it because she is petite and pretty and has cute little dimples and big hair? Maybe its those butter wouldn't melt eyes? It could be that everybody loved her because of her performance on the X factor, or that we feel bad for her because her band is suffering rivalry and her mates are jealous of her success?? Or could it be that she battered so&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7I46iGx7qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DnMNW3f114s/s320/AshleyCherylG_468x743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454484676937903778" /&gt;mebody in a club toilet. No, couldn't possibly be that because as a nation we are so fickle and quick to forgive the guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh and secondly, the fact he cheated again. Again being the key word there. So it only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;took two affairs for her to see sense. This woman who is in the public eye has proven once again that once a cheater, always a cheater. Of course, this will do her career no harm. It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; boosted the first time because everybody in the world felt sorry for her, like she was the first person to ever be hurt by a man. And now, as Cheryl is preparing to break the US, it seems this could not have come at a better time. As they say, no publicity is bad publicity and if everybody feels sympathy for her again, it shouldn't be too difficult for her to become an American sweetheart either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All that i have to say is if Cheryl Cole can't keep a man, what chance do the rest of us have!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-1647629358947642119?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1647629358947642119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-cheat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/1647629358947642119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/1647629358947642119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-cheat.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s a cheat!&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7I4o_b9LBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IY37u4cx4fs/s72-c/10z1u74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-575094523351454814</id><published>2010-02-25T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:13:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Taxi for one"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hey guys. Well i mentioned the other day that i had a date lined up and as it was last night i thought id give you a quick update on how it went. Spent all day yesterday pampering myself (god knows why we were sat in a dark cinema anyway!) but as you know i have been single for a while now so part of the effort was for myself as well as him (and let me tell you.. totally worth it!) He looked gorgeous when i showed up, i was very impressed. Now for new readers il let you know my type. I like tall men, cheeky smile, they have to have nice teeth its random but important to me!! I like them to have a sexy swagger, kind of a lads lad but with a heart of gold. I like them to be generous and funny, and have a bit of banter about them. Your reading understanding why ive been single for a while arent you? Well yeah i showed up and we went for a drink, was fine the conversation was flowing (as was the wine) and i was almost disappointed when he said we should go buy the cinema tickets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Now im not shallow, i have my own money and i don't just expect men to pay for everything, but what happened next shocked me to my very core. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;One for Avatar please'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;. ONE??? last time i checked there were two people on this date? The girl behind the counter gave me that disappointed look, as if she knew we were just friends. Is that how he saw me? as his friend? Well if he didn't before it was how he was going to see me now. I have a strict rule. If they can't be bothered to impress on the first date, then they do not deserve a second one. The date was over for me right then and there. I could hardly concentrate on the film (even though it is amazing!) because i was so shocked. Safe to say i called a taxi home (for ONE!!) and have told him that we are certainly just better being friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-575094523351454814?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/575094523351454814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/taxi-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/575094523351454814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/575094523351454814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/taxi-for-one.html' title='&quot;Taxi for one&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-8002159695888594592</id><published>2010-02-22T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:27:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is this your stop?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well it appears that a miracle has occurred. Cupid must have been stuck in traffic because almost a week after his bow avoided me, he has struck. Where? In a very unlikely place indeed. I use public transport a lot. Almost every day (how i love to ride that rail!) even though i have a car i like to do my bit for the environment.. Plus i can think of better ways to spend my evenings than sat on the M62. Anyway, the train has been said to be quite a good place to meet people. My friend met her bloke on the train after a 2 hour delay meant that they literally had to talk to each other.. although i have never had much luck. The only person i have ever swapped numbers with was with a girl! I was living in London returning from a weekend away with an ex, and she just wouldn't stop talking to me. Lovely girl, made the three hour trip much more entertaining and we had loads in common. If she had been a hot man i would have found my soul mate. We swapped numbers and promised to meet for coffee... which never happened. A girl stood me up!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So i was on the train today going into Manchester for work when a very handsome man sat next to me. I instantly felt myself clench and become very uncomfortable in his presence. He muttered something about the weather and i smiled in his direction, and before i knew it he has launched himself into a full blown conversation about the summer, asking me if i had any plans. Now usually i just want to listen to my music and be left in peace but i will always let a hot man tell me about his plans to work in Ibiza. Nearing Manchester Victoria the unheard of happened. He passed me his card and asked me to call him if i fancied seeing a film sometime, then almost as quickly as he appeared, he was gone, lost to a crowd of commuters in the centre of Manchester. Of course, i have seen all the latest releases, but he doesn't need to know that. Im not going to be playing the silly 3 day game, and will be calling him tonight.. wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-8002159695888594592?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/8002159695888594592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-your-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/8002159695888594592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/8002159695888594592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-your-stop.html' title='&quot;Is this your stop?&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-5454192012407305218</id><published>2010-02-19T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:53:36.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want him for myself"</title><content type='html'>Im such a bad person. My best friend has met a guy, and i can't help but think about him all the time. Me and my friend have been mates for about 10 years. Are parents are friends too so we have always been close, we use to spend all our time together. I had a boyfriend and she had been single for ages until she met this guy in a club. I was so happy for her until i met him, then i became so jealous. He's gorgeous, funny, smart and a really good dresser. I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend because i couldn't stop thinking about this guy. They have been together for about 4 months now and although she says she loves him and its serious i don't think it is. Well it can't be, because two weeks ago, i kissed him. He pulled away but i can tell he wanted it. I've not been able to speak to my friend since because i feel bad, but if he said he wanted me then i would give up my friend for him. Should i tell him how i feel? Im sure he feels the same!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh well you sound like the worst friend in the world. Seriously, i am really glad i don't know anybody like you. You should take the hint. If he wanted you, then he wouldn't be with your friend, he wouldn't have pulled away when you tried to kiss him would he? You should stop spending all of your time chasing this guy and you should try to meet a man of your own. I think you should tell your friend what you have done so that she can decide for herself if she wants somebody like you in her life (but don't expect her too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-5454192012407305218?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5454192012407305218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-him-for-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/5454192012407305218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/5454192012407305218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-him-for-myself.html' title='&quot;I want him for myself&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-3619401355336971939</id><published>2010-02-15T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:18:03.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Im still a virgin"</title><content type='html'>I am 22 year old guy and still a virgin. It feels so embarrassing. I really struggle to talk to girls and whenever i do manage to get a conversation going, my mates just mess it up for me by trying to embarrass me. I wouldn't say i am bad looking but girls aren't really that attracted to me for some reason. I have tried internet dating but i find striking up a conversation online hard too. I never wanted to just have sex with anybody but now i feel i should just to get it over with??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Are your mates 22 also? Because if they are, then they should really try growing up. When losing your virginity, it is drummed into us that it should be 'special' and 'meaningful' and with that person we will love for ever and ever until the end of time. For most of us, this isn't the case. It is awkward, embarrassing and usually a bit of a let down. Im not saying that you should just go and sleep with anybody. But stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Part of the reason you may be struggling to meet girls is because you are trying too hard. Just be calm and confident, and talk to girls like you actually want to get to know them, rather than you want to lose your virginity with them asap! Also, when you do meet her, don't worry about your performance. Most girls may not notice, and if you do decide to tell them then they may feel flattered, and will happily take the lead. Sex is fun and enjoyable, its not a race to do it and its nothing to feel worried about. Try getting to know girls as friends and get use to being around them, and the rest will be easy! good luck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-3619401355336971939?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3619401355336971939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-virgin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/3619401355336971939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/3619401355336971939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-virgin.html' title='&quot;Im still a virgin&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-287917322469792165</id><published>2010-02-14T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:48:47.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Valentines Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Valentines Day Everybody!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So here it is again, February 14th. How many of you received gifts, cards and notes from secret admirers? Me? I did get post today. I saw my post man coming down the street, and after last years let down i am not going to lie, i thought, this is it.. my time is finally here! Somebody spends every waking second thinking of me, and every sleeping moment dreaming of me. They want to hold my hair when i am sick after too much wine (thats real love you know) and they want to turn to their friends as they introduce me and say 'this is her'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I am deep in my day dream when i suddenly have a sickening feeling that my postie is going to walk straight past my door, or even worse, deliver me a bill. But no, he stopped, gazed at my house, in his bag, then back at my house and started walking towards my porch. I had to hold myself back from opening the door and snatching it right out of his hand. And then there it was, a single ebony coloured envelope with delicate hand written writing on the front, and a small Valentines day stamp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Too personal to be bad news, wrong colour envelope to be a bill. No, this was it. Somebody this year actually did love me and had possibly stalked me in order to find out my address... (slightly creepy but its been a while so i don't even care!) Heart beating fast i delicately opened the soft envelope, i could tell by the feel of it that it was card, with glued on hearts. Now i know that Valentines day is just a guilt trip sponsored by Hallmark, where men are forced to spend money on girls so that they don't get upset and cry. But if the price of a card is all it costs to make a girl happy on this one day, surely its worth it? Even if is just for an easy life, men should fork out that £1.99. I wonder, do men care as much? Last year my brother didn't get a card from his then girlfriend, and although he would never admit it, i am sure i saw a look of disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Anyway, so by this point i can barely contain my excitement, i quickly read the front which says 'Evening Invitation', and leaves me confused. Pardon!?? Upon Opening the card, i find that 'S&lt;i&gt;teve and Val would like to invite Amy Lea and guest to share in an evening celebration of the marriage of their daughter Samantha to Craig.' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Are Steve and Val taking the piss?? Excuse my language, but to send me this on Valentines day?And then to rub it in by saying i can take a guest? Now i have to show up to this wedding all on my own too.. the shame! I understand why they have done this, of course what a lovely gesture to invite everybody to their daughters wedding on the most romantic day of the year, but come on people, did you really want me to cry into my Weetabix? So yet again it is another year that nobody loves me. Brilliant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thanks Val and Steve, oh and Sam and Craig for rubbing it in!! ;) Oh and congratulations, of course i will come and celebrate with you, i really am so happy for you guys! (although more than a bit jealous!) xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-287917322469792165?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/287917322469792165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/287917322469792165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/287917322469792165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='&quot;Valentines Day&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-2658462940830450252</id><published>2010-02-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:02:52.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He has no idea who i am"</title><content type='html'>Hey! Ok Im in such a problem. There's this guy i really like. He's so hot, tall with a beard, nice smile. He works in a shop near where i work (to get to my place i have to walk through his shop so i always see him) and he wears a suit and just looks so sexy! I have fancied him for about 5 months now but i still don't know his name =( Whenever i walk through (only once or twice a week) i always get too shy and never manage a smile or anything, i try not to even look at him. He literally doesn't have a clue who i am. None of my friends know him, i don't know anybody that works with him and i have no idea whether he is single or not. He could be gay for all i know LOL. What should i do because i really like him!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Aww, this is such a cute email. Everybody loves that feeling when you have a major crush, even though it is often the worst because you feel there is nothing you can do. The best thing for you to do is next time you walk through, engage him. Even if it is just a glance at first, or a smile.. you will be able to gage his reaction. The first thing you need to do is make him notice who you are. More than likely if you smile, he will smile back. Im not going to say play games and buy things from his shop because more than anything that is just embarrassing and still won't work.. Just be straight forward and talk to him. Write your number down and next time you go through, approach him and simply tell him if he fancies going for a drink to give you a text. Simple! it may seem awkward or embarrassing, but guys love girls who make the first move. Your confidence will be a bit of a turn on for him, and even if he isn't single, he will know who you are. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. And if nothing comes of it, then at least you tried rather than always wondering, and feeling like a school girl with a crush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-2658462940830450252?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/2658462940830450252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-has-no-idea-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/2658462940830450252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/2658462940830450252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-has-no-idea-who-i-am.html' title='&quot;He has no idea who i am&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-5260490974351757542</id><published>2010-02-03T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:20:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Caught in the act"</title><content type='html'>Hey love the page i have told my friends all about it :) Well my story is really upsetting and i kind of know what you will say but i just feel really confused. Basically i caught my boyfriend kissing some girl in our local pub last week. I have heard people saying that she fancied him and stuff but never really thought much about it. I broke up with him on the spot but now i think i have made a mistake. He has spent the last week trying to convince me that it meant nothing, and that because he hadn't seen me much he has been getting lonely and this has made him realise that he wants to work at our relationship. I didn't really think we had problems but now he has mentioned it maybe we do. My friends think i should give him another try.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thats strange. Well first off, your friends are wrong. This man is trying to manipulate you into thinking that him cheating is your fault, and it sounds like it is working. So a kiss isn't the worst thing he could have done, but it still counts as cheating. And in your local pub as well? Clearly this guy has no respect for you, and i am surprised that your friends are trying to convince you to get back together with him. If you feel that you can trust him again after this and you want to get back with him, then go ahead. But just remember that next time he gets 'lonely' you actually can blame yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-5260490974351757542?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/5260490974351757542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/caught-in-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/5260490974351757542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/5260490974351757542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/03/caught-in-act.html' title='&quot;Caught in the act&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-4790106320688834996</id><published>2010-01-26T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:03:45.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mum messed it up"</title><content type='html'>Hey, im 19 and i recently split with my boyfriend. He said he had too much uni work on and that he didn't have time to commit to me. I was upset and after talking to my mum she said i should discuss this with him and try work it out. I did this, and he told me to stop pressuring him and he wasn't going to change his mind. I am so embarrassed and annoyed with my mum. I feel like she has ruined this for me, and i am never going to talk to her about relationships again!! grr :@&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hi. So when your ex boyfriend lies to you, makes up some crap excuse and then when he tells you straight what he was too scared to say in the first place, the first person you lash out on is the one person who was trying to help. How is any of this your mums fault? If you had emailed me about this first, i would have said the exact same thing. Well no, chances are i would have told you that the home work thing was a terrible excuse (like a teenage guy lets homework get in the way of sex) but then i would have said to talk to him about it. Stop having a go at your mum just because you are embarrassed. Move on, clearly this guy has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-4790106320688834996?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4790106320688834996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/01/mum-messed-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4790106320688834996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4790106320688834996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/01/mum-messed-it-up.html' title='&quot;Mum messed it up&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-1412572486054649520</id><published>2010-01-25T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:27:10.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moving away"</title><content type='html'>I have just been offered an amazing job in Paris. Trouble is i have just started seeing this guy and he's amazing. I really like him and think things could be really good with him. But, we have only been dating a couple of months, nothing is official, so i know i can't just make things official with him and then move to another country. I don't even know if he wants a girlfriend yet never mind a long distance one. What should i do??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So its either, amazing job in paris, or bloke you hardly know?? Hmm this is such a tough decision......! If the opportunity for you is there you should grab it with both hands. By all means speak to this guy and explain the situation (if it turns awkward then at least your leaving the country!) and if he says he's not ready for a commitment then let him go. But if you make decisions based on him alone and he then turns round and says he doesn't want commitment in a few months time, you will have lost your very casual relationship as well as this fabulous job. Everything happens for a reason and maybe right now a relationship isn't for you. Good luck with your new job ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-1412572486054649520?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1412572486054649520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/1412572486054649520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/1412572486054649520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-away.html' title='&quot;Moving away&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-8219783255851171983</id><published>2010-01-17T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:56:55.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Addicted to the web"</title><content type='html'>Hiya, hope you can give me some advice. I am addicted to the web. Not just the web, dating sites really. Well dating sites, social networking, sex blogs, porn sites, all of them. Im 30 and i am single. I have never been married and not really had any long term girlfriends. All of my 'friends' are people i talk too online. I would much rather talk to them (or cam with them) than go out, but now i feel like i am missing out, although i don't want to give up my internet friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Okay, well thank you for furthering your addiction to my web blog. I like being online too.. but it doesn't take over my life. Harsh, but you really do need to get out more. Its a big world out there, and it extends further than your computer screen. These 'friends' you have made online aren't real. They may seem to understand you but you are never going to make any worth while connections with these people and although they seem fun, chances are on the side they socialise with real people too. Maybe try cutting down you online time to an hour a day, until you can cut this even further to just occasionally chatting online. If you really feel that you don't want to cut out your online chat, there is a great website called www.citysocialising.com where you can sign up, chat to people in your local area and then attend meet ups with your new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-8219783255851171983?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/8219783255851171983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/8219783255851171983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/8219783255851171983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted-to-web.html' title='&quot;Addicted to the web&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-4963418727292251586</id><published>2010-01-15T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:56:05.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drunken snog!"</title><content type='html'>Hi. I have a bit of a problem. Im a guy and i live with my friends in a shared house. A few weeks ago one of my friends had to move out, so a girl moved in as a replacement. She is okay, and on the first night we all went out and i ended up snoggin her. The next day i didn't really think much of it, but now she won't leave me alone. Whenever we go out, she gets too drunk and tries it on with me but to be honest im not really interested, plus it would be awkward for everybody if anything further happened. I have told her this loads but she doesn't listen. She says she has fallen for me and she hates we can't be together. I told her it was the living situation (which was a lie) so now she has offered to move out so we can be together properly! I want her to move out because she is weird but there is nobody else who can move in and we don't want a stranger. Any suggestions? Thanks! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well yeah this is awkward. Why did you kiss her in the first place if you didn't like her that way? Typical man! But anyway, you have led this girl into thinking you like her, and then you have lied and made an excuse as to why you can't be together. You have to just be honest and explain that you don't see her as more than a friend and even if she does move out, that it will not change how you feel. Tell her that you don't want thinks to be awkward and you would like to be friends, but i think you need to be careful how you approach this as you don't want your other housemates to blame you for the awkwardness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-4963418727292251586?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4963418727292251586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4963418727292251586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/4963418727292251586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi.html' title='&quot;Drunken snog!&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-3931869748546509559</id><published>2010-01-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:18:06.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He had a double life"</title><content type='html'>Hi. Me and my boyfriend were together for two years but broke up a few months ago. We have kept in touch and all of the time he has been saying that he wants me back. I started to feel this way about him too, and was even considering giving it another go. But, i didn't trust him, so i checked his emails. I saw messages to a girl saying he loved her, and when i looked at the girls facebook page, there was pictures of them together. I contacted her, and it turns out that for a year of our relationship he was with her, leading a double life. She is pregnant with his baby. I feel so hurt and used, and even though we broke up a while ago it feels like he has hurt me all over again. I feel sick at the thought, and even though she says that she had no idea, how can i believe that? I feel like i won't ever trust a man again, and worried that they may stay together for the baby. I don't know what's wrong with me! :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Wow, i am so sorry to hear about this! Just be glad you found out when you did before you got back with him. This is such an awful story and you are bound to feel hurt and upset. She may have known about you, but chances are she didn't. Like you said he was leading a double life and just like you had no idea, she may not have had a clue either. It may seem like you will never trust a man again, chances are you will always be wary, but you must try to treat everybody differently, you don't want this man affecting your future happiness. She is in a difficult situation, and if she decides to stay with him for the baby's sake alone then it will never work, and in a few months she will be going through this exact same situation.  You have got out of this relationship without a lifelong commitment to this man, where as she has not been so lucky! Maybe for now you are better to be single, but the right man who will treat you with respect is out there somewhere! Talk to friends about how you feel and if you need too, you can always email me again for more advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-3931869748546509559?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3931869748546509559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-had-double-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/3931869748546509559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/3931869748546509559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-had-double-life.html' title='&quot;He had a double life&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-6505993587164811735</id><published>2010-01-06T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:54:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He is a slob"</title><content type='html'>Me and my boyfriend have lived together for just a year, and i want him out! I was left some money when a relative passed away so decided to invest in a little house. We are both 21. I was happy for my boyfriend to move in with me (rent free) because we were in love. We have been best friends since we were 13, but got together about three years ago. I have just finished uni and started a stressful teaching job, and he works with his dad, the same job he has had since 16. I feel like we are passing ships. He is always out with friends or in the casino. I come home from work, make his tea and tidy. Most of my money goes on bills and when i asked him to contribute more he went mad at me and said i had a cheek! Our sex life is non existent and i am glad. I just don't think this is how my life should be at 21.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So basically, you are this BOY'S second mother. You cook, clean, do his washing no doubt.. and he sits on his lazy arse rent free. He has it made doesn't he? No, all joking aside this is not how you should feel at 21. You should be enjoying your first home together. Problem is, because it is your house, he won't see how upsetting it is for you when he leaves it in a mess. For him, he has no sentimental attachment to anything because he just lives there. You need to sit down and tell him how upsetting for you this is. Discuss that if he can afford to be in the casino he can afford to give you money for the bills. And as awkward as it may feel, discuss your sex life because trust me, he will have noticed it dwindling too. Tell him that you are not going to be treated like a slave anymore. Work to get your relationship back on track,  rekindle the romance. Living together can be hard work so maybe make once a week a 'date night' where you can spend time together out of the house and work at being a couple again, rather than a landlord and lodger. Good luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-6505993587164811735?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/6505993587164811735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-is-slob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/6505993587164811735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/6505993587164811735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-is-slob.html' title='&quot;He is a slob&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-7712542971711358811</id><published>2010-01-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:52:52.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think she may be cheating"</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend and i have been together for around six months. At first, we were so close. We met through friends, i saw her facebook and asked my mate to set us up (although i never told her this, let her think it was a coincidence!) She's the best thing thats every happened to me and i really love her. When i told her, she didnt say it back. She said she would prefer to say it when she felt she really meant it, which i respected. But now its been six months and she still hasn't said it? Is there something wrong with me? I think she may not love me because she has met somebody else, but i don't really have any proof. Should i confront her? I don't want to lose her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well this is my first email... and i am shocked. You need a reality check!! Seriously!! So let me get this right. Because this girl has not said she loves you within six months you think she is cheating on you? I don't understand this. I wish you had said your age. I think that you may be young? Teenagers fall in and out of love so quickly so if you are a teen i think you don't really understand what love is.. even though you think you do. If you loved this girl then you wouldn't just suspect her for cheating without any proof. She has done a sensible thing by not just rushing into things with you, and it sounds like you are throwing your toys out of the pram and you are about to ruin the 'best thing thats every happened to you'. Confront her and be prepared to be single. Stop rushing the poor girl and you may last until christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5373710551986338812-7712542971711358811?l=myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/feeds/7712542971711358811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-she-may-be-cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/7712542971711358811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5373710551986338812/posts/default/7712542971711358811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfemaleopinion.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-she-may-be-cheating.html' title='&quot;I think she may be cheating&quot;'/><author><name>A Female Opinion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643646373737064521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tWWq1tDV1TA/S7IHmVCiRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AB8UpmL8QBY/S220/love-heart-cloud.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5373710551986338812.post-7931615926335387490</id><published>2010-01-03T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:52:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.. as you can see this site is looking a little bit empty at the moment, its all very new to me so please be patient. Basically i wanted to set up this blog to give you real, honest opinions and advice. If you don't want to hear the harsh truth, then its best not to email me. But if you are sick of your friends telling you what you want to hear, then email me for free confidential opinions at femaleopinion@hotmail.com.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether its that you feel your boyfriend may be cheating on you, your girlfriend may be 'working late' all the time, you found condoms in his car or you have gone off sex and don't know why, then I'l give you my honest opinion for you to do with what you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you for visiting, and I'l look forward to hearing from you soon. 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