Cleo’s top 50 eligible bachelorettes.. (I mean bachelors)

When it comes to a sexy man… I stop and stare… wipe the drool off my face and try say something that will make me seen somewhat interesting and not like I belong in a mental institution. So when I was forwarded the Cleo eligible bachelors link “pfft” I was ready to stare, drool, obsess without being judged and asked if I’m lost.
Oh my……. I was definitely staring alright…. Not so much drool but rather a dry mouth that seemed to have fallen open with shock!
Am I back in Thailand…?? *looks around* Nope!! then why do all these “so called men” look like Lady boys?
So much photoshop, so much hair products, so much make up, so much of un natural elements. They all looked so dolled up I had to take a closer look to see if this was actually the bachelors not the bachelorettes link. Out of 50 men there were 2 of somewhat sexiness, that is until I read their bio… “sometimes it’s not always best to be honest” we don’t want to know about your secret soapie fetish and telling people they need to go on a diet and look after themselves better is NOT a real job… and if you’re going to use the word “chop” in your bio try not to use it to refer to yourself. One more thing the fact that you would rather have dinner with 2 men instead of a beautiful woman worries me! Please guys no more manicure pedicure talk!
With tears in my eyes I ask… What happened to the natural manly rugged look? Have all the really good “man looking” men feel off the face of South Africa?
And if they have I would also I like to fall into that hole!

All I can say is, what a disappointment and none of them will be getting my vote, These are supposedly the hottest men around and yet I am more attracted to my dog. If you brave enough check out the link www.cleobachelor.co.za I dare you to vote!

Ps: Dirty little secret (although I’m horrified to admit) I had a fling with one of these guys, before the glitz and the glamour
He was a looker!!

Thailand, Amazing amazing amazing party

I am officially in love.... with Thailand, Well Phuket to be specific, beautiful beaches, yummy cocktails, shirtless cabana boys.. (haha no i wish) the only eye candy there are the tourists which there aren't that many anyway believe me i was looking. The sexy cousin and i spent to two fabulous weeks visiting islands, snorkelling, laying on the beach and shopping of course, in probably one of the most amazing places ive ever been. While spending our days in paradise we spent our nights in pubs and clubs... on Bangla road, a road so busy they have to close it down from cars at night to accommodate the night life... every two feet theres a new bar filled with foreigners (aka heaven), my only competition was the enormous amount of prostitutes that roam the bars / clubs looking for their next victim... Prostitute pick up line "hello, you are customer No# 5287". In the craziness of this road we found a bar called Margarita and decided that this the place we will be starting, our 1st drink was a sex on the beach cocktail, which came in a bucket and i think they forgot to put the mix in, it should of come with a warning label. "Warning, consumption may cause you to roll over in the morning and see something really scary (Whose name and/or species you cant remember.)"
After one cocktail i was already chatting up every hottie in my site with the confidence of Megan Fox, laughing at every retarded joke and singing a the top of my voice to every song i thought i knew. There is very little i remember after that, the Tuk tuk ride home was a blur... Somewhere between going to my hotel room like the good girl that i am and actually getting in the lift, a brilliant idea struck me (Brilliant then, Stupid now) Swimming... Not thinking it through i ran took off my dress and jumped in the hotel swimming pool, not noticing the fact that every balcony over looked the pool and where getting a free show and the fact that it was 3am. I was splashing around while the security was begging / pleading for me to get out, felt bad for him so decided it was time to call it a night.. Went to my hotel room, while the sexy cousin wasn't looking i sneaked out in my tiny excuse for Pj's... ran around the hotel knocking on doors shouting "its meeeeeeeeeee" Not getting the response i wanted i decided to get to bed...
Next day i woke up horrified and with a mountain of roses around me... and very little memory of the previous night... but i did have one of the worst hangovers of my life to keep me company, thankfully the sexy cousin felt just as horrible as i did... so we spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for ourself and promising next to drink again.... till the next time and avoiding eye contact with any other guest that mind remember us from the previous night.