Don't cry for me...

Evening all,
Yes, it's another late-night blog after a pretty hectic weekend.  In case you didn't already guess, I've been to see Evita and today went to a seminar about - wait for it - dating.  Yes, really.  In my defense, my main reason for going was for research (still working on my podcast/article/youtube piece on the subject) but admit that there was some personal benefit.  Okay, so a lot of it was about men, but the basis of the talk was how to get what you want from life, whether that be a new career or a new relationship.
Eva Peron was a woman who did what she had to do to get where she wanted to be, morally or otherwise.  According to the musical, she essentially used men to get to the top and her working-class background to gain the adoration of a nation - with the added benefit of the riches that came with being the first lady of Argentina.  Having read a few books on finding Mr Right (research people, honest!), I have to say that some tactics suggested seem a little bit manipulative.  I mean, asking a guy if you can use his phone just to start a conversation?  Persuading him to help you pick a birthday present for an imaginary brother?  Sorry, but no - if I'm going to find Mr Right, I'm going to do it my way.  And that means cutting the crap.
So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to text that young man I met last week and remind him how fabulous I am.  What I won't be telling him is that I've been singing Andrew Lloyd Webber songs all weekend...

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