Just an ordinary girl who ended up in a bed next to an aussie bloke. Yes, I’m the friggin missus. A term which to many would sound derogatory but from this guys lips is a term of endearment.
That said, dating an aussie bloke is no walk in the park. If you have a true blue aussie bloke next to you don’t expect romance, don’t expect flowers and love poems, expect a laugh, a good yarn and if you find a goodun perhaps a lifetime of loyalty, (please excuse the canine connotations, I really didn’t intend that at all!)
The purpose of this blog is to vent of course but also to point out that these rough diamonds have their good points too.
They’ll drive you nuts with their drinking, probably smoking, partying, hangovers, complaints (yes big boys get boo boos), dodgy daddy skills, language, dirt bikes, 4WD’s, music, cleaning habits, etc….
I’ll focus mainly on my rough diamond but sometimes I’ll introduce you to others of his kind. I’ll talk about their personalities, their oddities, their habits, their opinions and their women.
I was born in London and have been dating/living with/mother of kids to this ultimate aussie man for 4 years now. These last four years have been a huge rollercoaster of getting to know you, heated negotiations, hangovers and kids. Yes getting to know you and negotiations didn’t end at the point when we decided to have kids.
No, we’re get married. Not to offend but we live in a modern world, get over it. Besides I still consider myself an honest woman, just follow this blog and you’ll read how honest I can be!