Quandary!

Not very long ago, I stumbled out of Gatwick Airport on a Sunday afternoon, tired out and sick to my teeth of all that plastic food those pastel shrouded Bedouin women on my Emirates flight shovelled into me. It's Thursday evening now, and things have remained status-quo, sans the Bedouin women and the indigestion of course.

I have been shunted from interview to interview, and within the space of three days I have covered 5 firms all claiming to be the best thing since sliced bread, and tackled questions from all directions - both mundane and insane... and asked questions in turn - both banal and inane.

I just escaped a firing squad of smirking partners and am now sitting at my desk, nursing my very fragile bullet-hole-riddled psyche. Right now in the quiet of my room in the office at 10 pm on a Thursday night, my mind is a confusion of "what to do" and "how to decide" and "what to choose"...

Nick Drake got all romantic about making choices:

Which will you go for

Which will you love

Which will you choose from

From the stars above

Which will you answer

Which will you call

Which will you take for

For your one and all

And tell me now

Which will you love the best.

Which do you dance for

Which makes you shine

Which will you choose now

If you won't choose mine

Which will you hope for

Which can it be

Which will you take now

If you won't take me

And tell me now

Which will you love the best.

(check out the very cool and funny YouTube link above to listen to the words)

Well the decision I have is hardly romantic, but nevertheless potentially life changing.

So Reader, I will let Nick go about it the romantic way, and leave

YOU

to tell me what to do!

Oh yeah, and don't give me that crap about everything being subjective and that it all depends on the individual and that it is not your place to tell me what to do... because the riverman~~~ declares that if YOU make the time to read this blog, then YOU have every right to gatecrash my meandering thoughts, and hopefully help me channel them more efficiently.

So go on and be brutally honest!

I am being wooed by 3 suitors - all very different. At this very moment all three are standing outside my door flourishing benefit packages and voluminous pre-nuptial contracts.

(1) Mr Filthy-Rich-Americano: Very prestigious and self-important. A real charmer and bit of a playboy. Lives in a very big marble and glass mansion with plush inch-thick carpeting and with expensive chandeliers lining each corridor and tall Swarovski vases littering each toilet cubicle. Demandingly insists I pledge my all my sleeping hours and weekends to him and swear my undying devotion to massaging his over inflated ego on a daily basis. Promises to wine, dine and blind me with flurries of $$$... which will all be very exciting... but will probably f*ck me over at a moments notice, work me to the marrow and leave me coughing up my lungs from too much stress induced smoking. Will probably refuse to believe it if I turn him down.

(2) Mr Earl-Grey-with-Lemon: Old fashioned and respectable fellow. Believes in fidelity till death. Is a stickler for routine and precedent. Promises me that I will always know what to expect. Lives in an old-fashioned Georgian town house furnished with "the nightingales that sing in Berkeley Square". Is much too old-fashioned and respectable to openly whisper sweet nothings in my ear, but promises me that he loves me enough to give me full medical insurance for the rest of my life with him. Reads the Times, votes Conservative and swears Marks & Spencers is "cool". Will give me a respectable allowance, and will leave me a respectable social calendar of middle/upper-middle-class relatives to celebrate family pot-luck dinners with and leave me respectably bored out of my mind. Will probably be very politely hurt if I turn him down but very predictably move on to the next person on his very old-fashioned list.

(3) Mr Superhero: A helluva good looking crusader for Justice, equipped with a cleft chin and positively overflowing with enthusiasm and ideals. Living in a humble country cottage in the suburbs but dreaming of moving into a mansion one day. Believes he "can fly", but does not have the money to purchase wings (or Red Bull for that matter). Spends most of his time getting ready for his BIG BREAK but getting sidetracked with rescuing kittens up a tree. High on Perspiration but low on Accomplishment... Strong on Aspiration... bordering on Irritation. A dozen plans ... but no idea where to start. Can only promise that he will try his best to give me all I need (so I guess my new car or that Gold Membership at Cannon's gym is out of the question), but pledges very sweetly that all marriage decisions will be made together. Will probably burst into tears if I turn him down.

So what do YOU think? What is a girl to do???

HELP????

Ps: Wonder who the 1000th visitor to this site is going to be!
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