10. She's Footballer Crazy, She's Footballer Mad!

I have now known The Footballer for 8 months. His presence in my life has turned me from a normal girl who dates normal guys into a back-page reading, goal-counting, Match of the Day watching, hotel-visiting, googling groupie - and it's not good.

In one way I LOVE having a crush on him - there's nothing better than having a crush on someone - especially at work - it makes you excited to get up every day and you find yourself taking extra care in your make up and clothes, that the norm for most crush-ridden girls - unfortunately for me in this instance I can't do that as I don't see him every day, so my energies have no where to be redirected to and the results are sometimes dangerous! Sometimes they leak out in the form of texts I wish I hadn't sent and going on dates with other guys who just were'nt right.

The problem with The Footballer (and something alot of people don't realise) is that he's really busy with work. He only gets one day off a week which is usually midweek - it's often not realistic to come all the way back down south and back in one day and so it's hard for us to meet up. (This is what he tells me and what I tell myself and let me continue to do so - ignorance is bliss as they say.)

I had lunch with The Geordie yesterday - he was in London for the day and we decided to catch up. he knows The Footballer and was the one that introduced us as such. I told him I was writing this blog, how it was theraputic for me to get my feeling about The Footballer out of my system and he suddenly realised just how much he had affected me. The Geordie always says he regrets ever taking me to The Footballer, and my lunch with him turned out to be quite an eye opener. The Geordie is convinced that I am one of many, many girls on his 'things to do' list and the thought makes me sick. Although I kind of knew it all along, having someone in the know telling you is like someone putting an explosive in your brain, wiring it to your heart and detonating it.

I do kind of know it's true though, right at the back of my mind. More than once he has let me down - he has promised to come down and then right at the last minute it didn't happen. I can't put into words how crushing that was to me after weeks sometimes months of just texting. The same happened just this weekend gone. I now know not to get excited unless he actually gives me a time and place. He is always texting me saying, 'don't worry I really want to see you soon - and it will be worth the wait'. It's always the same - and I wouldn't mind waiting - so long as I know WHEN it's going to be next. I don't mind if it's next year! I just want to know. It's like someone saying - you're going to get a big shock in the next 24 hours - you don't know when it's coming. It's put my life on the edge of it's seat.

To placate me during the long months inbetween seeing him I have discovered the joy of picture messaging! Some nights we text for hours on end and it's always fun to throw in a few half-naked snaps to spice it up! He sends me some that would make your eyes water and I rush to show my sister only to hear loud exclaimations of 'But that can't be real!' (I assure you readers, it is!)

I have a secret passion/talent - when I was at Beauty School years ago I learnt photographic makeup (basically normal makeup x 3!), not to mention my experience of being on a tonne of professional photoshoots for magazines and newspapers that my sister has put me in, and I know how to make pictures look good, even passport pictures! If you wore the makeup out you would look like you belonged on the Kings Cross circuit but in pics it works a treat - I can even do body make up - and girls, if you're going to be sending pictures from a phone which is unflattering as it is - you should ALWAYS used body makeup! Maybe I should write a book about it...

Anyway, Friday night I decided for the first time in ages to have a night in - it had been a long week and I wanted to just lay on my bed and watch a film. I ended up exchanging pictures and messaging with He Footballer for hours - and what fun I had! Seriously, you should try it sometime - just remember my golden rules for picture messaging a boy:

1. Never do it totally naked - that's not nice, if they want to see that then they can make the effort to come see it for real.

2. Alway use a fake tan/body makeup like Rimmel's Sunshimmer - it doesn't have to be all over - just the area you are taking a picture of

3. Use contouring to define curves - you could even use brown eyeshadow for this - very effective, and shimmer for that added pizazz.

4. If your face is going to be in them (which for revealing pics I always think is a bit risky) then make sure you times your makeup by 3. Even if it looks ridiculously thick in real life, on camera it will just about be visible.

5. Wear nice underwear and always take a picture of yourself via a mirror - never straight on.

Ta da - with these tips you just can't go wrong!

We've been talking alot more recently - The Footballer and I. He keeps saying he's going to be seeing me very very soon (and why would he lie? What would be the point?) and as a result I have become a boy-preparation victim! It's what happens when someone you really really really really really like says let's meet up soon - out come the vitamins from the back of the cupboard (need to keep skin clear and hair healthy), suddenly uo find yourself downing water all day at work for it's promise of a youthful glow and perfect complexion, evenings are spent skin brushing, nail-filing, potion rubbing-in, manicuring, face-masking and gym-going etc... Not only that but at weekends you find yourself in lingerie stores snapping up sets of sexy underwear sets that are not only totally unsuitable for actually wearing under clothes but would probably make Jodie Marsh blush. This boy preparation is such fun -they always say the best part of going out is the getting ready - and maybe it's true. But if I carry on this way until I DO see him - I will be 90% vitamin C, and own moe underwear than the Ann Summers warehouse.