With this ring, I thee wed...

If you live in London, you cannot escape the wedding fanfare surrounding the second heir to the throne, William and Kate's big day tomorrow. I get a bank holiday to mark the event, so I am all for celebrating the royal wedding. A nice lie in, big breakfast and feet up on the bed while I watch it all unfold on my TV is how I plan to take part.

All these weddings got me thinking, about women and our innermost urges to nest and brooding. Despite the battles of our ancestors, to uphold the rights of women, fundamentally is that all we want to do? Find our prince and abide by our biological clock? Does every woman envy Kate? Is getting married and living happily ever after what every woman wants to do? Does it fulfil us in a way that no other happiness could?

From a very young age, my mum has always instilled a feminine independence in me and I have carried it through till now. It has fuelled my will power during dark, weak moments in my life and I always believed that happiness is in your hands not in the hands of a man who can provide you security in a hunter/gatherer notion. But as I get older, I am beginning to realise no matter how hard you try a woman or a man cannot deny the fundamental feelings we have, which maybe dormant at certain points in life, that a woman wants to nest while a man wants to provide. This create the ultimate fulfilment.

Platonic Relationships and Mixing Business with Pleasure?

Does such a thing as a platonic relationship exist?

Could a man and a woman have a straight forward relationship devoid of sexual attraction co-habit? Especially two, who have a history of it? If so, how do you know that you have exhausted that animal attraction? When is the cut off point?

And can you actually mix business with pleasure?

Even worse, can you mix business with a underlying lava mountain of pleasure with the potential of exploding any minute now?

These are the facts going around my head at the moment. Do I save my heart and not get in to it or throw caution to the wind and take a gamble and see if my heart survives the world wind?

Turkey, Morocco and Hungary and all that is inbetween

Last night, I went for a little sing song birthday celebration of a girl friend from Morocco. The Belly dancing and the Moroccan singing was splendid, who knew you could get all of this within a 20 minute tube ride from Surrey?! There was a table of Moroccan men so mesmerised by the singing, the way they joined in created almost a tribal feeling!

I had the most amazing dish (stuffed cabbage) which I've tasted in Hungary and my Turkish friend was saying they have it in their culinary line-up too. It got me thinking, how all these cultures of that part of the world are inter-connected.

North African culture is one that I am not accustomed to, belly dancing is such a sensual dance arousing any hot blooded man/woman's desires but yet people from this part of the world, who are pre-dominantly Muslim, have the most conservative of cultures. They are a fascinating bunch. Despite the fact that a massive amount of effort is put in to dressing up in the most sexually attractive way possible, sex is very much a taboo issue amongst them. A cynic may say this is hypocritical, but I guess as with many things this might be yet another testament to how everything in life is a contradiction.

Today, for example, I decided to spend a beautiful sunny Sunday on my own basking in the glory of happiness born by complete freedom devoid of any human contact. But I found my self, constantly using facebook to try and connect with other people, yearning for human contact. Life is very much a mystery for us humans, and we are constantly searching for happiness and failing as every happiness we find is temporary. What is certain about life is the uncertainty.