The dreaded build up!

The lead up to a date is a horrible experience for a RSG...or should I say THIS RSG! I mean, where are all the fun times, the excitement, the getting ready, the looking perfect and it all going to plan that they show on T.V and in the movies?

After my last date here in Hongkers, you could say that I am a tad apprehensive about going on this date, which all going well, will take place this weekend.

Along with memories of my last date (yes, it is still haunting me), the body issue, the humidity and my total lack of dating skills/confidence I have definitely got my knickers in a twist!

How can you look good in 30 degree heat with 90% humidity.  Answer: you can't!!!

Picture this - getting to the venue of said date will require public transport and entering the outside air - poof goes my out of control thick hair into a frizzy humidity induced mess and nerves combined with heat and jam packed public transport produces a lovely sweaty gleam on the skin - sexy picture?...I think not!

What if we have nothing to talk about?  What if he's boring, what if he thinks I am boring? What do I do when I first see him?  What will he do?  Do I pay?  Do I order what I want or play it safe?  Do I have a few drinks? AND the list goes on!

Now I am definitely not the naive type (well, in this area anyway), and some say I am way too guarded, however, I am aware that it is out of my hands and none of this is worth worrying about and that I am making a big deal out of nothing!  However, when you are from a country that doesn't really 'do' dating and you have not been on many dates before and the ones you have been on were a disaster...once again refer to my blog...I really can't help but feel slightly apprehensive!

So, I have decided that I will treat this as just meeting someone new and getting to know a new person rather that a date, hopefully this will take the pressure off.

This just leaves the on the day preparation...well, the week build up - nails, legs, eyebrows, underwear, hair, outfit etc etc! Can anyone say rigmarole?

Believe you me, I will not change for anyone and at the end of this date if it is anther disaster I will just laugh...just like last time because at the very least it will be good material for my blog!

Wish me luck!

Love RSG! xo

Older and wider...the body issue

Being a RSG, of course I have my fair share of body issues (I can almost hear the men groan!).  Funnily enough when I was younger I never had them.  Now I am older and wider (there are many reasons for this but that's another story!), I have a HUGE issue with my 'curves', no let's put it right out there - love my curves, hate my tummy, massive boobs and oversized muffins!!!


Now, you are probably wondering why you need to know all of this! Well, it comes down to how a RSG actually feels and the actual response she gets to her body - confidence or no confidence,


Once again this RSG is about to compare her two known countries, so brace yourself...


On a trip home to NZ just this week, apart from the reason I was there for, I had a blast!!! Fun times with the family and as fate would have it fun times with the boys! From here on out this blog could go in a few directions so bear with me to see how it pans out.


While at home, in the short space of 4 days, I managed to have 3 hmmmm...what would you call them...dalliances...with young men.  All very different in age, looks, personality and definitely not from the same worlds!


Picture this......Saturday night, drive around to a friends house to catch up, after an hour or so of wine, bourbon and a little Thai food, things were getting fun.  He was getting closer on the couch, hilarious stories were being swapped and my mind started entertaining the idea that yeah...I could do this...love him to pieces...but we are really good friends, have been for years, will this change things, back and forward etc and etc.....but he is cute and yum..... next thing you know my brother rings...ops...am long overdue to be at his house. Saved by the bell!!!  No problem, off we go around the road to my brothers house where him and a few friends are having a few quiet drinks.


Next thing you know we are heading into town, at 1am, to meet up with our sister and her fling of the night. After dancing the hour away on a window seat and downing a few 'Quick F*#ks' (Excuse my French), I had decided it was a good idea to text the guy that had shown me his 'diddle' on Skype a while back and let him know I was here.  I was drunk...I could do anything!  Obviously so was he and as we kept missing each other and a few bars later it was time to hit KFC (not a good idea the next day!), and head back to watch the rugby!  The next morning and right up until I left I was receiving texts to come and pick me up, to 'hang out' and to hmmmmmmmm'.


Anyway....after saying goodnight to my friend - apparently I had decided that it was NOT a good idea - I will cut a long story short, I had a wee kissing incident with a boy which I have to admit was really nice and luckily I had the good sense(somehow) not to go further with it.  During this wee dalliance some comment was said to which he replied 
'I hate it when girls like you say stuff like that!"
Me: (in my drunken stupor, couldn't even remember what I had just said! Ops) 'What do you mean'
HIm: 'What you just said, it's stupid'
Me: 'Huh' (He repeats what I said)
Me: 'Well, I'm not wanting you to be nice, I'm just stating a fact'
Him: 'Well it's bullshit, I hate it when attractive girls like you say stuff like that'
Me: 'I'm ok, not attractive'
Him: 'Whatever, you so know you are!'


Seriously...no, no I don't, just ask anyone in Asia, no correct that...any male is Asia!  This leads me into my other experience - Hong Kong.


I don't think that t even need to go into that fateful date again, refer to the blog, a guy that I meet out on the town proceeded to not believe me that I was a Kiwi girl and then told me that in a recent study, NZ women were amongst the ugliest in the world, but oh no, he wouldn't have told me if he thought I wasn't stunning! What a load of CRAP!  In the morning of an already stated one night fling, the guy decided to comment on my body 'Oh, wow, you are really....curvy....aren't you! I mean come on!!! Is that a confidence boost or what!  There is also the obvious that living here, men have their pick of extremely skinny and fit Asian women and I have been called 'fat' by many people even by the kids at school!


So shoot me and any other RSG if we have a body issue!  Even if we do feel confident and love our bodies, these mixed reactions are whats ultimately packing the punch and serving us up a cold hard plate of reality.


My question is:


Is it the countries view or experience with women that sets their standards or views on what is an acceptable body type for a 'mate' or is it really just luck of the draw?


Because from where I am standing it's:
NZ - 1
HK - 0


I feel a move coming on and along with it a return of confidence! Anyone want to join me?


Love RSG! xo

Living the 'high life'

On a recent visit to Hong Kong with my brother, my Dad started telling me that I was living too much of the 'high life'.  Obviously I disagreed, and after he kept saying that I should come home so he could set me straight, I knew it was probably more about missing me than actually living the 'high life'.

At the time I really thought that he was wrong - the 'high life'? YEAH RIGHT!! I am the Nana of the group, I'm the one who sometimes stays at home on a Saturday night or has a quiet weekend in - how can I be living the 'high life'?

Obviously this had me thinking and the more I thought about it, the more I could see his point - he wasn't just missing me - it was kind of true - maybe even a fact - I am living the high life! However, only in the capacity of someone living their life in New Zealand - not here in Hong Kong.

Before anyone gets offended, let me explain...

I loved my life in NZ, my friend and I would finish work in the summer and if it was hot, would stop off at the river for a quick dip, pick up a few bottles of wine on the way home, chill out with the flatmates/ friends on the balcony/ front yard and then after grabbing some takeaway head out to the local bar to dance the night away to a great covers band.  The next morning worse for the wear, we would struggle out of bed around 10.30, watch the Home and Away marathon, beg our friend to get us McD's and when he told us only if we come, we hop into the car in our pj's and go through the drive through.  By Sunday night we are ready for the roast dinner with friends - a tradition - and have an early night for work the next day.  The odd occasion we would head out for dinner on a weeknight but otherwise it is a pretty quiet week.  LOVED IT!!! Miss it!!

Here in Hong Kong (where I also love my life), it is a little bit different.  If I recap this past week it would go like this - Friday - drinks with some staff members on the Pier, home by 12, get up early for a girl's weekend to Macau (grant you this doesn't happen every weekend - but as it is only an hour away it  can happen more often that not), see Kelly Clarkson in concert, lie by the pool for a few hours, attend Kelly's after party poolside (very LA), live it up in a 3000 room 5 star hotel, travel back to HK, have a quick casual dinner with a friend on Monday (impromptu) attend a dance class, Tuesday relax, Wednesday birthday drinks for a friend - head out straight from school, buy food and wine and sit on top of IFC on wicker couches enjoying the view of the harbour, Thursday (slight hangover - too many sangria jugs), show for Le French May with friends, Friday, could have been drinks for a friends birthday but was cancelled at the last minute (thank god), quiet night in, ready for a Sunday spent at school - don't ask!

The real difference is, in Hong Kong people work to all hours and don't have cars.  Most people live alone.  Hong Kong is a small city/country so is easy to get around.  We don't have front yards, few have balconies, NO ONE would swim in a river (if we had them), hung over McD's is delivered and tourists are everywhere and the Kong caters for that.  It is a major world city, however it is really a small village.  

The ease of the rubber arm bending is rife and it is VERY easy to get swayed into impromptu things, especially after a long day and they are offering half price or Happy Hour rates - first hand experience right here! AND when you are already taking the bus home - it's on the way!

Back home, prices are higher, the dollars goes nowhere and the culture is different.  Drinks at a house before going out, flatmates and outdoors with blue skies and fresh air - none of that can be had in Hong Kong.  

In Hong Kong - your social life is on display constantly to those around you - apartments are too small to have gatherings or parties so we tend to head out more to erase the solitude of our tiny apartments and seek the comfort of social outings.  No flatmates are had so the need to get out of the apartment and about in the city is a must.

So Dad I see your point, however, I have decided that I am not really living the high life just adjusting to my surroundings and adhering to the culture of Hong Kong!  

See how I wiggled my way out of that one!

Love RSG! xo