Paloma is a serious, but deeply bored 11-year old, who has decided to kill herself on her twelfth birthday. Fascinated by art and philosophy, she questions and documents her life and immediate circle, drawing trenchant and often hilarious observations on the world around her. But as her appointment with death approaches, Paloma finally meets some kindred spirits, in her building’s grumpy concierge, and an enigmatic, elegant neighbor, both of whom inspire Paloma to question her rather pessimistic outlook on life. - Dubai International Film Festival

The show also revolves around another important character – a janitor named Renée.

Renée is the concierge of a grand Parisian apartment building, who meets with society’s expectations of what a concierge should be; reliable though totally uncultured. But beneath this façade lies the real Renée: passionate about culture and the arts, and more knowledgeable in many ways than her employers, with their outwardly successful but emotionally void lives.  – Source

Images from Cinematic Intelligence Agency.

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By Penny V

I’ve been a fan of the series since the very beginning and have seen Carrie Bradshaw grow from a neurotic, shoe-loving struggling columnist to a successful, neurotic, shoe-loving writer.

It was a journey that was fun, real and oh-so-emotional; winning the hearts of single and married women alike, all over the world.

So when the first movie arrived in style after 4 years of bated breath, everyone was over the moon and it was a great bonus tacked on to the end of the series. Now I would have been happy with that, but they began teasing me with heavily photoshopped posters and an exotic location to go with their exotic wardrobes for a sequel.

Unfortunately, the sequel just did not do anything for me. Along with everyone else, I thought the worst that could happen would be a predictable plot; it didn’t matter, the much-loved characters would be able to tide me over. What I wasn’t expecting? Tasteless arrogance and a plot that was making a mountain over a molehill.

They basically tried to make a movie about a minor marital disagreement, motherly woes, career development and of course sex. I’m sorry, but I thought this was already covered in the series ad nauseum?

While it was nice seeing the characters a little older and set in their lives, that was about it. It was fun while it lasted with Stanford Blatch getting married to Charlotte’s gay best friend, Anthony Marentino, cameos by Liza Minelli, John Corbett and Jason Lewis and gallivanting around Abu Dhabi in fabulous haute couture.

Then it went downhill from there: Carrie, circa 3 seasons ago and unable to come to terms of what she has and what she wants; non-existent plot lines for Miranda and Charlotte and Samantha just being even more obnoxious in a conservative Muslim country that was not classy at all. This culture clash was supposed to add comic relief, but all it left was a bad taste in my mouth. No wonder Dubai had refused clearance and scenes had to be shot in Morocco.

Don’t get me started about the characters just traipsing around looking gorgeous round the clock – at least in the series and the first movie, there were points of time where they looked normal.

Seriously, who wears vintage Dior while making cupcakes? That was just asking for trouble.

So all in all, Sex and the City 2, where everyone Carrie’s On, is simply not worth the price of your movie ticket. Stick to the series and the first movie. The sequel will just be a horrific fleeting memory that should not be remembered.

And to think, Sarah Jessica Parker pockets a lofty $15 million with her dual role as producer and actress for a movie that is the pits.

Yep: Stanford’s wedding, that was a WOWZA!
Oh: Once the movie hits Abu Dhabi.  
Verbatim: Charlotte York: How are you gonna swallow all those?
[referring to Samantha's handful of pills]
Samantha Jones: Have we met?
Thumbs: 2 out of 5 Thumbs

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“Does your loved one run after you for a kiss the second you walk out the door? Do they call you at 1 am begging you to come over and kiss them goodnight? Do they stand on the train platform and blow you kisses 30 minutes after your train already left? If so, then this is the perfect gift idea for you!

First, take a picture of yourself blowing a kiss.

Then print a bunch of little pictures and use a red marker to draw one heart on the first picture, two on the second and so on…

Punch holes on the end and tie it together with ribbon. You’ve just made a kiss flip book!”

Flip Book from katie sokoler on Vimeo.

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Some spend February anticipating Valentine’s Day, but for those out of love, no month could be more wretched. In the aftermath of flowers, chocolates and lies, here are some ways others have invented to get over a romance gone wrong that do not involve a punching bag or an overdose of alcohol. 

Death Bear

Service description: We all have someone or something we would rather just forget. Things fall apart. Love hurts. Dreams die. But when you summon Death Bear to your door, you can rest assured that help has come. At first you may be intimidated by his stature and color (7 feet tall with a hard, black bear head, black jumpsuit, and black boots), but absorbing the memories of others is a dark art, and Death Bear must present himself appropriately for this solemn duty. Death Bear will take things from you that trigger painful memories and stow them away in his cave where they will remain forever allowing you to move on with your life. Give him an ex’s clothes, old photos, mementos, letters, etc. Death Bear is here to assist you in your time of tragedy, heartbreak, and loss. Let Death Bear help you, and absorb your pain into his cave. 

The great thing about Death Bear is that it serves for free. Unfortunately, Death Bear only makes his rounds in the Brooklyn area. 

Ex Boyfriend Jewelry

This genius website is a the brainchild of a step-mother and daughter duo, Megahn and Marie Perry. 

This is the site where you can buy/sell/trade and blog about all of those little painful reminders in your jewelry box that make you wonder “what did I ever see in him?”  You set your own price,  you get it off your chest and out of your sight.  Just because you don’t want it, doesn’t mean somebody else isn’t dying for it.  Making a little rent money in the process of moving on couldn’t hurt! 

Megahn says, “ But we didn’t want to provide just another “marketplace” environment. Ebay kind of has that bit of the net covered.  We wanted to provide a fun, lighthearted platform, a community if you will, focused on just those little items left over.  A place for women/men/people of all ages to meet, share their stories and get those tangible memories out the door and on to new owners who can enjoy them on a whole new level.  AND a place to write about and read about those break ups.  Exboyfriendjewelry.com is that place.  But don’t let the name fool you – we accept all ex-jewelry: ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, same-sex-ex.  All are welcome.”

Brilliant idea executed all in good humour, gotta love the pragmatism too! We say sell sell sell!

More Conventional Methods of Moving On

If you find yourself in too fragile a state to accept the above quirky methods of getting over an ex, here are some that have been tried, tested and done to death – no as in, you get it, just don’t kill yourself please.

Let it out, let them in
Crying is perhaps the best way to let go of emotions especially if you have to put on an “I’m a-ok” mask in front of your family. Go to your room, cry into a pillow, brace yourself, then call your best girl friends and have them over so you can talk about it. For guys, go out with friends to chill out – if crying to your guy friends is your kinda thing, well more power to you. 

Retrain your mind’s eye
While you were together he/she could do no wrong. Now that you’re not together, everything about him/her is wrong – well, not really, but that’s how you must train your mind to think so your heart won’t falter. Visualise images of his/her ugliest moments and make sure when you think of him/her this is the image that comes to mind. 

Win, lose, or draw
The demise of the relationship means something went wrong, could have been your partner, could have been you. Draw up a pros and cons list of what the relationship offered. Look at it and learn from your mistakes, don’t make them again so the next relationship you get into will be better. 

Get acquainted with yourself
Some of us get so caught up while being in relationships that we neglect the man/woman in the mirror. If you can muster the strength, spend time alone, get to know yourself better. Had the relationship changed you in any way? If so, for better or worse?

Say no for a while
It’s ok to close the door to your heart for a while to allow yourself time to completely get over the relationship. Don’t rebound date; you may be hungry for instant gratification but what you want is a love that will last.  

Adapted from iVillage

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By Penny C

Long term relationships harbour a beautiful shared history of two individuals coming together, bringing their own unique palettes to a blank canvas and creating an abstract mess of understanding and comfort. That’s what love has always been about, right? All the unpleasant squabbles, the pleasant reconciliations. But there’s also always a point where the inevitable invites itself into a relationship – you’ve acknowledged that the honeymoon has lost most of its sweetness and a diminishing crescent has formed.

The endearing habits which once were have now become a challenge to endure. To help your imagination a bit, recall the scene in Forgetting Sarah Marshall when Jason Segel’s character, Peter Bretter bares all and gives little Johnny a full swing in front of Sarah. I’m sure that’s something only he does with her and yeeep, it’s only funny once.

Dear couples out there, what’s your stand on bad habits and downright weird ones that intrude into each other’s privacy (do note that ‘me time’ still exists even in a long term relationship)? I know that some couples establish very simple ground rules to ensure as much sanity as they possibly can. Such ‘rules’ would be to  never look at the female when she’s putting on make-up, never look at the sanitary male while he’s clipping his toenails or always remember to have the bathroom door closed whenever either one is answering nature’s call.

You must be thinking, “You mean I can’t even fiddle with my toes in front of you? They’re feet for goodness sake!” We get that you’re being yourself but sometimes, the essence of a relationship don’t recognise this strange phenomenon of singular conduct. Such behaviour is now deemed as uncouth.  Habits die hard and Rebecca, 26, turns a blind eye to her long term boyfriend’s tendency to be, well, himself. “I’m beginning to learn more about him every day,” She says almost cataleptically when she realised how he enjoys lounging about in his favourite pair of red underpants which were a gift from his mother eons ago. The thing about relationships is that they bypass ‘me’ and proceed to ‘we’. But we all know well not to challenge the system.

Staying together for a period long enough to see your baby cousins grow into their teens definitely affects your lifestyle and daily routines.  Even though you refuse to listen, some adamant partners still choose to share strange toilet habits and have open conversations about an erratic digestive system. Right, now you can’t leave the supermarket as quickly as you used to because you’re at the toiletries section, standing before glorious rows of air fresheners, deciding which scent would best disguise your partner’s after-poo pong.

Sure, each couple has their own kind of fun but how much is enough? So what do you do to curb these unwelcome jolts of surprises and uncharacteristic talk? Home “rules” may seem really stupid in the beginning but it takes a mature mind to understand its benefits.

When it comes to the day when being together means anticipating wedding bells, some of those crudity will have to go. Joseph, 29, says that his girlfriend of 6 years would still have him bemused each time she decides that it’s funny to ring him up whenever she’s taking a dump. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry this girl,” he says in jest. Like how 18th century ophthalmologist, Joseph Barth puts it, “Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.”

Now what say you about having a stand and putting these unprecedented but harmless jokes about each other’s idiosyncrasies to a stop? That disturbing belching, brazen toilet humour and unconscious crotch scratching will one day have your loved one taken aback. Stop grossing each other, seriously. You’re in this for the long run and you can’t (though you really can if you try hard enough) still be taking the mickey out of each other when you’re 50. That’s just being senile. Until then, take love into your own hands; resist the urge to be repulsive. Love means never having to say “Wait for it…..” every time before you fart.

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Jenny*, is a friend of mine that I got to know early last year. According to her, she has been dating for about the last ten years and has yet to find Mr. Right. Obviously, it means that she has probably met numerous prospects that displayed one or two of the qualities that she has in mind. While she agrees a good time was had by all, it never ended well.  Call it nit-picking, home improvement or what have you, she tried to help each one along somehow or another, much to its inevitable destruction as she was never happy with the lack of an entire package.

Jenny’s qualites were what I called materialistic, but she called them practical. Surely though that being practical would mean that she would have to deal with the fact that you can never have or dare to expect everything from your potential life partner – that’s why we have other relationships in our lives. While songs espouse that two become one, and that love stories make us believe that our other halves are a perfect match, the cynic in me believes that can never or rarely does ever happen.

Jenny is adamant though to not settle for anything else, even if desperation overwhelms her as the thought of turning 30 in less than 2 years looms over her head.

He still needs to be tall, honest, drive a car, match her social status and family background, be ambitious but not domineering, be able to give into her once in a while, like art and gives her all his attention.  It’s a pretty tall order but she believes she’ll find him eventually while weeding out her prince amongst a whole barrel of frogs.

While I think she’s utterly batty for thinking she can expect everything from one guy, I find myself defending her every now and then to others.

She’s admirable for not settling into a relationship she knows she won’t be happy in – that could explain escalating divorce rates: people settling into something and realising that it just wasn’t worth it. Single women above a certain age would say that’s stupid, but I’m guessing that comes with years of dating around and finally realising that it’s now or spinsterhood for life. That’ll make sure you’re able to swallow more than fight back.

At the end of the day it’s a mixed sense of admiration, futility, happiness and sometimes pure aggravation that I feel for Jenny as she shares with me her various dates towards finding The One. For myself? Well I’m happy with whom I have in my life even if he isn’t the perfect combo. I don’t believe I’m settling for anything less than I deserve, but I’m picking my battles and I’m accepting my prince, warts and all.

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By Penny C

I crashed into her.

Gravity pulled me down and I crashed right into her. But she merely reacted to the impact as though she’d felt it a thousand times before. I looked and realised that her body was unaffected by my weight. She didn’t seem to mind the metal zips on my pockets bruising her sides as I fell ineptly. But as I glanced at her again, I saw that she was already scarred, physically. Harsh lines, both thick and thin, crossed her back and sides, some deeper than others. The wounded scratches had scraped against her rough beige skin and created jagged scars even I didn’t think anyone could have.

“I apologise,” I felt her roughness against mine as I propped helplessly against her body. “I…I fell.”

I was bad at this.

Though she couldn’t move under me, I thought I felt a sudden stir underneath. Still, she managed to keep cool and didn’t display any attempt to shift her weight away.  She looked toward me and her image shone reassuringly as light reflected off her surface.

“It’s okay, we all do.”  She was coy and her accent was foreign. I was drawn in.

As I stayed mesmerised, the platform below us moved abruptly and we jerked along with the sudden traffic. The unexpected shift gave me a chance to lift my weight off her. But being the clumsy mule, I had to fall again and I landed hard on my side. Not bothering anymore, I just laid there. By then we were only inches apart and although her beige body was blemished and bruised at some areas, she seemed calm and unperturbed by the pain she had suffered.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too much,” I managed to break from her tender, fragile gaze.  Though I’ve taken my share of bumps and falls, I was never bruised like her. Never have I endured scars so deep.

“No, I’m fine,” She assured modestly me once again. I looked at her body apprehensively, eyeing her like she was out of her mind. I must have looked awkwardly amusing because she started chuckling. “You’re very kind. The nicest I’ve met so far.” The platform under us continued to be in motion but the ride wasn’t smooth. Turbulent jolts made the ones behind us collide into each other and we could tell a fight was about to erupt.

“I get what you mean,” my eyes motioned to those behind me and she nodded. “Where are you from?” I regretted asking that. “I mean, obviously, you don’t seem like you live here.” The platform below us shook unexpectedly and we felt ourselves making a right turn into a tunnel darker than anything else. But we found ourselves back into the light quickly again.

“No, I’ve been around a lot. I don’t even remember where I’m from originally,” The scars on her sides seemed to crease as she winced at the thought. “Battle scars from my travels,” She joked optimistically as she gestured to where I was looking.

She spoke with content as she told me the stories about each of her scars. The bruises at her side appeared after she rolled down a steep sidewalk in London and the 3 gashes to the right of her light brown physique were memories from Thailand. She told me how she was pushed out of a tuktuk in a crazy attempt to beat the traffic and was rushed to the airport without the need for any other form of vehicle transportation.

I travelled. But she had travelled extensively. There was a sticker on her that read – Have an extravagant Romanian Journey!. But as I peered closer, this sticker of Romanian pride overlapped another – Tanning in Tanazia!. Her travellers must have had memories of regret.

This coy female before me also had many other stickers of various shapes and sizes. She had triangular ones from Down Under, oval ones from West Asia, and many tinier ones from North America.  Some were faded and already peeled off, leaving marks and patches of what they should have been. The newer ones were glossy and I could guess she had just travelled to Taiwan. Her appearance and personality didn’t match her stickers. They were so adventurous, while she seemed so serene and passive. I was attracted by this contrast, no doubt.

How I wish I had adventure bruises. When I wasn’t abroad, I was always home in Switzerland.  Our journeys were frequent, but short and I would be brought to swanky hotels and lived in elaborate hotel suites.  All I had was a place to relax. I was made to withstand the rigors of the road and, my cool, tough black exterior, though not leather, was resistant to stains and probably even endure severe blows.  But I was so coveted possession; my traveller had never brought me out to any terrains rougher than a soft bed or a carpeted floor.

I flinched at the thought of my providence.  I wasn’t made for this.

“Are you going home?” she asked quietly, interrupting my thread of self pity.

I hesitated at her question, puzzled by it. “I am. Are you?”

The softness of her voice indicated a hint of envy as she sighed lightly. “No, my travellers take me to many places, and this is one of them.  We’re always on the move and we don’t stay anywhere long, but I enjoy these trips. But I do wish to be home, I miss it.”

At that moment, I wanted to trade places with her and share how claustrophobic it was to be behind doors all day. I wanted to describe to her the silence and the stagnant misery of being contained under shelter day and night. But I guess she would have heard it all the time from those who saw her. It was evident that she would have appreciated the tranquility of my life. I had no argument against what she really wanted.

“You get to experience the world. It’s your home.” Cliché as it might have been, she smiled at my lame attempt to be helpful. She was thankful.

We continued to move where the platform took us until we were in a big hall where many travellers stared at us. Most of the ones in suits had their arms across their chest while they examined every one of us as we passed by. The disheveled ones fidgeted as they chatted among themselves, only to look at us occasionally. A pack of travellers, usually a pair of mature male and female with little ones all brightly dressed and holding objects resembling tiny travellers. The little ones would frequently flank the mature pair, but they seemed disconnected from surroundings as they fiddled urgently with magic slabs in their hands, pressing them wildly.

“Do you see your traveller?” She asked me as we passed by a pack of young ones, about five of them, desperately loading the others before us onto their carriages and departing from sight.

I searched among the suited ones, looking for a familiar face. Why must they all dress the same?! I saw many travellers similar to mine, their eyes fierce and cold, fixed on our kind as we went by. They were well groomed, their hair sleek and their faces chiseled. But no, I didn’t see my traveller.

My expression was disappointing as I looked at her. She wanted to speak but the sudden outbursts of loud voices interrupted our conversation.

“There it is! Ours is over there! Beside the black one!” A high, female voice bellowed eagerly.

“Oh yeah! There she is! Oh man, she’s among the boring ones. We’ve been waiting for so long, how could we miss her?” The harsh male voice became upset when they failed to spot the beauty among the thorns.

“Yes, how could you miss her?” I mumbled as a sudden bolt of annoyance went through me.  Her prominent, peaceful charisma and rugged exterior was hard to ignore.

I looked in the direction of the voices and saw her travellers rushing towards us. “The disheveled travellers?” I eyed her quizzically. “Yup, they’re mine,” She laughed as she answered my unspoken surprise. Heavy, hurried footsteps came towards us with their carriage. They stopped a few distance away, waiting for us to arrive; waiting to carry her away.

“I’m going now,” She whispered as the moving platform brought us closer to the couple. “I hope we meet again and I hope your traveller comes by soon. Good bye,” her voice touched my core and I could feel myself melting away at her words.  Her travellers immediately caught hold of her as the platform continued to move. She hit the ground forcefully and my insides coiled at the reminder of her bruises and scars. But she was calm, indifferent to the physical impact that bruised her once more.

“Wait!” I managed to call out as she was clumsily brought onto the carriage, bumping into its metal bars. She looked at me, bewildered.

“I’m Victor! What’s your name?” I looked at her urgently as the platform brought me further away from her.

At that moment when she looked at me, I felt all tension ease. “Scully,” she replied with intense serenity. The name lingered in my head and I wished she wouldn’t go.

But our departure was due. She was taken away in her carriage by her travellers and they never looked back. She never looked back. Going to so many places, I guess it’s better not to be attached to who you meet and places you’ve been.

Although I was surrounded by many others at the departure gate, I felt alone. All I could register was the absence of a gentle charisma. The lack of a tender personality disguised in a resilient exterior of stories and travels provided a deafening silence.

My thoughts faded when I saw my traveller approaching. He smiled as he lifted me up from the platform and carefully onto his carriage.  His warm, protective hand was on me, making sure that I wouldn’t fall off. His traveller friends complimented me, jesting about on how precious a possession I was.

I was reminded of Scully and how differently she was treated by her travellers. For once, I wouldn’t mind being thrown around, or accidentally falling off if not for this huge hand on my body. Because if I did, I know I wouldn’t feel a thing.

“Come now, Victor.” I heard my traveller’s voice as he patted me. “Before we get home, I’m going to bring you to a very exquisite place. You’ll love it there” He propped me beside him as he removed me from the carriage and entered a cab.

“The Ritz please.”

It didn’t feel special to me – it was another average day of soft luxury and lavished decorations.  But the thought of someone who would appreciate all that lingered on as the cab drove off from the place where my life first crashed into hers.

——

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By Penny C

With Penny’s picks of 9 simple and creative Valentine’s Day gift ideas, you won’t need those store bought gifts that cost a bomb to express your love. So remember the first rule – don’t let our busy schedules get the better of us. Read on and you might find a sentimental Valentine’s Day gift idea that’s perfect for you!

1.   Hidden Messages

This simple yet endearing way of expressing affection is one of the sweetest things you can do this for your partner this Valentine’s. Scribble romantic poetry or song lyrics onto plain ribbons and gift wrapping using a reliable, water proof  marker. You could even line a secret message along the ribbons if you prefer!

2.   Pass It On

When was the last time you wrote a letter to your Valentine or your best friend? It’s time to take out those pens and markers again. Go back in time for a bit and recall how receiving little folded sentiments of love made you feel that much more special.

3.   Seeds of Love

Sow the seeds of love. Floral gifts never fail to brighten up a girl’s day. But there’s something even better than that – giving the gift of life, so to speak. Flower seeds can be symbolic representations of cultivating a relationship and watching it grow. This, on its own, is already a very thoughtful gift. Flower seeds are perfect gifts for best friends too!

4.   Potted Plants

If watching seeds grow isn’t your thing and bouquets bore you, here’s an alternative: why not choose a potted plant instead? Personalise and dress it up with a card, doodles or trinkets that represent you and your loved one. Your recipient can’t help but smile at the fresh, young blooms!

5.   Gift Cones

Lending a touch of Traditional German craft, pop sugary treats and presents into this piping bag for your sweet heart. These gift cones aren’t only versatile; they make excellent keepsake gifts too.

6.   Bookmark My Love

Book marks as Valentine’s Day gifts are ideal for friends and loved ones who can’t be seen without a book. Subtle and sweet, book marks really show that you don’t need to spend a lot on love. It’s also perfect reminder that loving another includes appreciating their hobbies as well!

7.   Doily Envelopes

Remember how we mentioned in our Christmas gift wrap feature that doilies make awesome gift wrap? Here’s another use for doilies – sleeves for hand delivered valentines!

Once you’ve gotten the right sizes for your cards, these lacy delights envelopes your card to display their patterns brilliantly. Fold in the sides with the embossed side of the doily facing up, and then fold up the bottom.

8.   Check Mate

Do something different this year and turn your Valentine’s Day cards into fun, memorable gifts! Decorate envelopes and letters with playing cards to surprise your friends and loved ones. For that special touch, slip the Queen of Hearts or even Ace of Hearts together with your gift and don’t forget to scribble a little note on the other side. How’s that for a secret message?

9.   Crossword Puzzle

A really fun way of delivering your Valentine’s Day message is through a crossword puzzle! Head to Puzzle Maker and create your very own crossword for free. Think about personalising your crossword with clues about your relationship; a great way to reminisce about your time together!

Images from Martha Stewart .

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By Penny K

A 1987 study revealed women ate less in front of a desirable male partner in order to present themselves as being more feminine. According to the hypothesis this is because both men and women perceive eating small as a feminine attribute.

Then in 2007, to see if the theory still stood true, BBC conducted an experiment. They sent six single ladies on a date with “Mr Right” and filmed the perfectly pleasant evening. Four days later the experiment was repeated, this time with “Mr Totally Wrong”. The women were fed identical meals both on the first and second date. The results showed that, on average, the women did not eat any less food on the first date than they did on the second.

Though that has been a good three years ago April, 24, thinks the findings of the 1987 study holds water. She says, “I wouldn’t eat less but I’d be more conscious about what I choose to eat. I wouldn’t want to look like a messy goon stuffing my face with a burger I can’t handle!” She adds, “On my first date with my boyfriend I had chicken nuggets at McDonald’s. Totally mess free.”

Pei, 22, concurs, “I’d definitely eat less than him. Don’t want him to think I’m a pig!”

One of the respondents, Daphne, 22, begs to differ. She rationalises, “My dream guy wouldn’t mind my healthy appetite, as I wouldn’t mind his either! Hot guy and food equals double yum.”

Natasha, 25, says, “It really depends. When I’m nervous my appetite tends to shrink but if he manages to make me feel comfortable I won’t worry about it. What’s the point of going to dinner if you’re not going to eat? What I think people should worry more about on a first date? Table manners. Please, get some.”

So which school of dating eating do you belong to? The Anti-Pig or the I’ll-Eat-What-I-Want?

Well, whichever you are just remember to be yourself this Valentine’s Day. Being a lovebird doesn’t mean eating like one!

study findings via BBC

For the men, 10 things not to eat on a first date:

1. Big Mac

2. Milk

3. Vanilla ice-cream

4. Fish sticks

5. Lobster

6. Tacos

7. Corn

8. Buffalo wings

9. Salad

10. Soup

Read this article to find out why!

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