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100 in 1000
  1. Spend a week up a mountain learning to ski
  2. Visit Karoline's place in Moravia
  3. Hold a conversation in Czech (only)
  4. Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
    1. Pilsner
    2. Staroprammen
    3. Budvar
    4. Velke Popovice
    5. U Fleku
    6. Gambrinus
    7. Krusovice
  5. Respond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are also acceptable)
  6. Travel across the Atlantic
  7. Return to South America
  8. Read a book to, or with, an impressionably aged child
  9. Participate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal length
  10. Have my nose pierced
  11. Have my next tattoo drawn
  12. Purchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)
  13. Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeks
  14. Bake Viv's cheesecake
  15. Make David's casserole
  16. Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut Stirfry
  17. Invite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinner
  18. Ride from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)
  19. Attend a book group for at least two books
  20. Go on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)
  21. Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)
  22. Take an architecture appreciation course
  23. Join an all-girl group and sing a solo
  24. Publish in a scientific journal (top two authors)
  25. Cook a duck or other 'waterfowl'.
  26. Locate the Al-Timimi's from Doha Veterinary Practise
  27. Have a pedicure
  28. Maintain a Brazilian (ouch) for three months.
  29. Find a trustworthy Czech hairdresser
  30. Treat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)
  31. Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)
  32. Don't eat out for one month
  33. Find a flat and flatmate
  34. Purchase one Joseph sweater
  35. Purchase one of the following pairs of designer shoes (they MUST also be COMFORTABLE, and be able to be worn with 4 different outfits and 2 types of occasion): Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks, Christian Louboutin (Ebay or 2nd hand are acceptable)
  36. Send 5 books to the booksphere and track them.
  37. Go hanggliding
  38. Read 10 'classic' books (from 1001 Books to Read before you Die)
    1. Moll Flanders
    2. Everything is illuminated
    3. Madam Bovary
    4. Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintainance
    5. Catch-22
    6. Odysseus
    7. On the Road
  1. Run (non-stop!) for 5kms outside (preferably in a street race thingy)
  2. Send Christmas Cards on time
  3. Make a collage/mural out of street lights on my wall
  4. Buy a bed, build it, and sleep soundly in it
  5. Go to Africa
  6. Host an 'event' (classified as and when)
  7. Organise a 30th Birthday Party
  8. Wear a costume
  9. Sing on stage
  10. Buy a painting that evokes memories of Prague (cannot involve queues!)
  11. Learn a god-damned card game that stays in my memory (other than fish/snap)
  12. See sunrise. Be sober. Have woken for it. Excludes months Nov-Mar
  13. Take a walk and flip coins at each intersection
  14. Win something
  15. Draft a will
  16. Take a roadtrip
  17. Go to Italy already
  18. Sea Kayak around Abel Tasman Park (NZ)
  19. Get plants
  20. Take a train to another Eastern European Destination (accession countries are acceptable) alone preferably.
  21. Get UK to give me a provisional motorcyclists license and simultaneously get a 'card' license.
  22. Go SCUBA diving again - at least two dives lasting 30mins each.
  23. Go to a dentist. *sigh*
  24. Do a Czech Wine Trail. And live to tell the tale
  25. Make an 'outbreak emergency kit'.
  26. Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.
  27. Marvel over lack of tiredness
  28. Dine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free.
  29. Bet on the nags
  30. Do something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)
  31. Walk along the Champs Elysee
  32. Do 100 sit ups in a row
  33. Do 50 pressups (arms in tight)
  34. Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)
  35. Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a month
  36. Find a mentor
  37. Be a mentor
  38. Learn what mentoring is all about
  39. Meet an online person in real life
  40. Resist the flirt. Once. Just one night. It's okay if people don't immediately succumb to my natural charm. Really it is.
  41. Spend time at a spa (spa towns in the CR don't count)
  42. Send a care package to someone
  43. Get a Tata Bojs CD
  45. Order new contact lenses.
  46. Make a list of things I take with me when I pack for different occasions
  47. Eat lobster. Prepared by someone else.
  48. Back up the blog
  49. Put everything onto an external hard drive
  50. Find a DDR mat and console and 'dance, I say dance!'�
  51. Go to the beach and lie on the warm sand. For an hour. (with sunscreen on, natch)
  52. Take and complete a course in either: Tango, Salsa or Flamenco
  53. Join the Municipal Library of Prague
  54. Move to another country
  55. Go to a live concert of a band I actually like
  56. Pay off debts (student loan excl.)
  57. Send thank you cards for every gift I receive (other than the gift of happiness, blah blah blah).
  58. Get an agent (literary or theatre)
  59. Go to a sports bar without cringing, by personal choice
  60. Ride a rollercoaster
  61. Hold a snake
  62. Spend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!)
Guide to Dating Men in the Czech Republic – Expats*
Thursday, 7 December 2006
Location: internet café: Bohemia Bagels
He wears: black jeans, t-shirt with logo, jacket, scarf, Puma sneakers. Backpack. Hair growing out from a shortish cut.
“So, I came here because, well Prague’s got this, like, amazing architecture and, y’know, I wanted to learn a foreign language after I finished college. I hear the best way is to get a girlfriend, if you know what I mean. And man, the girls here are HOT. Did you see the blonde that just walked by? Her waist must’ve been, what, 20 inches all around. I bet she’s up for it. Yeah.
It’s weird here though, everything’s different than it is at home. The McDonalds’ have weird names for stuff. Burger Royale, what’s with that?
We’re considered hot stuff here, man *nudging silent friend*. We can get dates like that *snaps fingers*. It’s ‘cos the chicks think we’re great, ‘cos we’re, like, much smarter and funnier than the Czechs. You should see it though, it’s crazy when we walk in, it’s like we’re celebrities or something. *snigger* “innit!”
Hang on, I just got a message. *checks screen* Ha! This chick wants me really bad, man. She’s been texting all week. But nah, I had ‘er last weekend – she wasn’t all that.
Did you say you were a Doctor? What kind? Oh, does that mean you know about rashes? I seem to have one, y’know…”

Location: Zlaty Casy (golden time)
He wears: jeans, Grey Diesel sneakers, sports jersey, zip down cardigan. Thinning hair in short, no-nonsense cut. Body well managed, though evidence of beer gut developing.
“I’m actually really looking forward to settling down, and having a family of my own.”
“Really? Have you a girlfriend?”
“No, not yet. But I’m actively searching, not just “looking”. I really want to find the right person, the mother of my children; my soulmate. Does that make sense?”
“Perfect sense. So, who has your attention now?”
“Well, see that girl there?”
“Um, the blonde with the vacant expression, wearing the glo-mesh top, lurex hotpants and a bodystocking with holes in it?”
“Yeah – that one…”
“ – the one who’s dancing lethargically off-beat, and not in a ‘cool’ or ‘hip’ way, in the balcony in this sorry excuse for a club?”
“yep, she’s…”
“You actually mean the go-go dancer with cerebal palsy who somehow doesn’t know when the bridge is arriving in Alvin and the Chipmunks version of Locomotion?”
“um, yeah…she’s really...”
“Hot. I should get her number. Hey! Where’re you going?”

Location: upmarket café for lunch
He wears: corduroy pants in a dark colour. Chambray button down shirt. Black leather loafers. Ostentatious keyring, phone combination sits on table between glasses. Hair: buzzcut to obscure tendancy towards balding. Jowly. Ruddy complexion.
“I don’t know, my last partner, she was Czech. And you know, people always said that it was destined not to last. But my parents met her and they loved her. I took her to see them on our second weekend together. She even cooked with my mother.
So we came back to Prague, and I started saving up for a house, that she wanted. She was so cute, she had a job too, but the idea was that as soon as we had the house, we’d marry, then she’d become a stay at home Mum, which we could afford, ‘cos I’m getting a huge salary, right?
Anyway, things were pretty good for about 6 months. Then, just as we were putting the deposit down on the house, things went a little awry.
Yeah, she stopped talking to me nicely, started putting on weight, complaining about having to work for long hours and stuff. So I told her to take it easy, I was worried she was overdoing it, you know how some career women are.
Anyway, turns out that she was still seeing her Czech boyfriend. The one she moved into the house as soon as we’d put the deposit down, and she’d kicked me out. Yep, she’d been seeing him the whole time, the bitch. I’d never suspected a thing.
I lost the entire lot, Nomes, because we put the house in her name because we were going to be married anyway, and it meant we didn’t have to open a business or any of all that.

I wonder how she is now. Maybe I should call her. Nah…bad idea isn’t it?

So yeah, I’m still a little bit sore about that whole incident. But I think I’m getting over it, and ready to continue to find someone who’s right for me.

Anyway, so do you want to come over one night? I roast a great ham. And it’s not like my house is dirty or anything, I have a maid come over and do the cleaning and ironing once a week. It’s amazing, she only charges 30Kc an hour. It’s next to nothing. So I let her help herself to coffee and tea while she’s there too, you know, show a bit of compassion.

Hey, you know what, we should go meet my parents, you’d LOVE them. Seriously, we could go to the pub down their road and…Are you okay? How come you’re pulling on your earlobe so much? Is there something wrong?”
posted by Nomes @ Thursday, December 07, 2006  
  • At 7:26 pm, December 07, 2006, Blogger Tantina said…

    Hey, you have a great dating blog here! I'm definitely going to bookmark you!
    I have a firstdating site/blog. It pretty much covers dating related stuff.
    Come and check it out if you get time :-)

  • At 10:58 am, December 08, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow. Sad the way you pigeon-hole everyone like that. A little nearsighted, innit?

  • At 11:53 am, December 08, 2006, Blogger Nomes said…

    What's sad is the dating scene here. Sure, I agree that this is a broad generalisation, but since I have met no fewer than 5 people in each of those categories, I feel no shame in describing them as such.

    You're free to stop reading.


    P.S. The boys categorise us similarly, apparently, we (expat females) are all fat, lazy (i.e. we don't like to spend our lives cooking and cleaning) nags. But since they say that in EVERY country, I see nothing novel about their descriptions of us - else I'd paint that picture too.

  • At 12:42 am, December 09, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow. Sad, the way anonyscroggin can't recognise a humourous generalisation. A little sensitive, innit?


  • At 9:28 pm, December 28, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I am really excited! This will be my first time visiting, good stuff. Very useful. Enjoyed the visit!
    - p
    spaghetti alla carbonara

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