Seeking Arrangement

Seldom a day goes by that I don’t hear about some new sex craze. 

It’s like being a beauty editor but instead of concealer on my desk it’s anal relaxant spay, usually 9 am on a Monday.

Cute packaging tick, all natural ingredients tick, tick. However in my biz long lasting isn’t always a good thing.

Just this morning we received a scented massage candle with an invite for a 'girls night in' swingers party.

Probably not the type of event you’d invite your actual girlfriends too. Just saying.

However there is a new sexual fad gaining momentum, pretty girls and rich men meet seekingarragement.com. It's the underground dating website the Maple HQ girls have been raving about. How else do you fund your expensive lingerie addiction?

Google it and you’ll quickly find out that there are ten sugar babies to one sugar daddy. Maybe a little excessive? You ain’t seen nothing yet.

SUGAR BABY

So you’re a female in your 20’s and you consider yourself more hot than not. You’re well spoken or more preferably you have assets that speak for themselves. Answer a few questions, upload a cute photo and you can subsidise your wage for ‘bespoke services'. 

SUGAR DADDY

If you’re wealthy you’re it. It doesn’t matter if you have no ears and four nipples if you’ve got cash to splash you’re the most eligible bachelor on the internet. 

So one Thursday night after a couple of glasses of wine I decided to sign up to seekingarragment.com not as the wanton twenty something girl I am, but as a mysterious uber rich man. 

With active users like 'Gifted' and 'CEO' I decided to go with something more traditional like 'Johnny Castle' (Seeking arrangement advises not to use your real name).

You need to sign up using a real email address and as I couldn't bare to put my personal or work address I went with the next best thing, my high school address: xo_dancergirl_xo. Johnny embraces his feminine side okay. Now set your net worth. As $100 million plus sounded a little too ambitious I settled for $5 million. 

After you enter your location (Point Piper Sydney) and a photo (Pinterest search: executive man) then you have access to 1879 Sugar Babies and their profile photos. A virtual portfolio of Sydney’s sexiest undercover arm candy at your fingertips.

My boy Johnny received 35 views and 11 messages in the first day, however as I settled in to read them an access denied window flashed up on my screen. After a few minutes of poking and prodding I found that messages couldn't be viewed without paying the monthly subscription fee. Damn!

If you wanna play you've got to pay Johnny. 

THE VERDICT

I've met smart, beautiful girls who have had unknown Sugar Daddies deposit money directly into their accounts for a strip tease, a peep show and even a long chat. 

However with every underground sex craze there is always a level of risk involved. A Sugar Baby I know went on a shopping spree with her Sugar Daddy's credit card details only to have her exuberant transaction rejected on the spot. Accidental insufficient funds? Or just shady from the start.

The appeal for women is that it’s not full blown prostitution, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you bend over in front of a web cam to showcase your $400 lingerie set that your last Sugar Daddy funded. 

You know me, I'm no prude (anal relaxant spray) however I'm a firm believer that if it seems too good to be true it probably is.

Remember, for every ten Sugar Babies there's one Johnny Castle account being run by a lonely perverted twenty-something year old girl.

If you want to try your luck, check it out for yourself: https://www.seekingarrangement.com 

How to Make a Million Dollars with Mr PS

Mr P.S and I rarely talk about money. It's one of those dating no-no's much like ex's and involuntary flatulence. 

Last week on the way to dinner we passed one of his current projects, an old warehouse space in Alexandria that he was transforming into several studio apartments.

"How do you do that?" I asked impulsively. You see I couldn't even begin to fathom how someone could buy anything in Sydney, especially with the average house price now close to one million. 

He didn't really give me a straight answer.

"You said you wanted to make a million dollars, how are you going to do that?” he asked turning it back onto me. 

I never specifically said I wanted to make a lot of money, I just mentioned that it would be nice not to live in share accommodation for the rest of my single life. 

"I'll sell my poems on the street" I said jokingly.

"Come to this property seminar on the weekend with me." 

"It's a two day intensive training course in the city” he continued. 

"Over the weekend!" I gasped. I work close to 55 hours and he's suggesting I give up my only freedom to sit in a seminar I have no idea about.

"I don't know about that” I said. Visualising not having a weekend made me instantly regret starting this conversation. 

“How about this" he said pulling up to Fratelli Fresh (now this is a place I could spend my entire weekend).

"You come to this course with me and at the end I'll take you to dinner at Cafe Sydney."

"I'm in!” I said without any further hesitation.

And just like that Mr P.S had bought my freedom for the weekend. An investment that I wasn’t sure would wield a great return for either of us, at least not until I was sitting on the terrace of Cafe Sydney quaffing a glass of bubbly. 

Saturday 7 am

Hauling my ass out of bed before 9 am on a Saturday felt wildly unnecessary. Not to mention walking through the deserted streets of Sydney CBD, I didn't feel like id woken up early, I felt like I had just fallen out of Frankie's. 

We took a seat in the second row, the room full of thirty something year old business people. I was well and truly out of my comfort zone. My anxiety peeked as a middle aged man sat beside me with his property portfolio and shiny cuff links.  

"There are a lot of American people here" I whispered to Mr P.S who was looking handsome as ever with his tasselled brown locks.

"Yes that's because it's about the US market" he said pointing to a booklet in front of me 'Success in US Real Estate'.

Are you fucking kidding me mate. What good is this to me?

The main speaker starts addressing the class and I want to sign my name and get the hell out of there. 

"Now raise your hand if you've read Who Moved My Cheese?" he asks. 

Cheese. The first question at this fancy rich people seminar is about cheese. Mr P.S and several others raise their hands.

I like cheese...

For the next fifteen minutes we proceeded to watch a cartoon about two little men and two little mice on the hunt for you guessed it, cheese. It doesn't take me long to understand the underlying message. To different people cheese means different things, in this course cheese signifies success and money. The way in which people find it, spend it and react when it's taken away from them. To fully understand it you can watch the video here.

“You see to make millions of dollars you can't be afraid of money Paigey.” Mr P.S said pouring himself a cup of black coffee as I tucked two cookies behind a cup of tea. 

“You also shouldn't work for it like a slave, the best thing to do is to learn how to make money work for you.”

Money work for me? How bizarre. To me that was a notion reserved for bankers, stock brokers and other rich kids with trust funds. Not twenty something year old girls who barely passed 'special' maths in high school. 

“So you’re just suggesting I sit back and prostitute my pennies?” I said smugly.

“It’s all about working smarter not harder baby.” 

I was a little (a lot) turned on by his attitude towards money, the word by this time didn't seem so dirty.  Many of the men I had dated before him were afraid of it. Afraid of paying their rent or the rego on their car and they were riddled with fear every time the waiter delivered the bill at a nice restaurant.  

Mr. P.S not only thought strategically about his money but had the audacity to take charge of it.
He was fearless unlike many people around me who choose to stay in the same job year after year because they’re afraid their familiar cheese would be taken away. 

After lunch on the second day of the seminar he disappeared for a little bit then finally came and sat down beside me.

"How do you feel about the time you invested this weekend?" He said cooly.

By this time I had learnt about wholesaling, loans, entering deals, closing deals and even how to eliminate additional taxes and charges on my credit card (I don't have a credit card but one day I might).

"I feel like I've gained a new perspective" I said truthfully.

"Well thank you for keeping me company" he said as he slid a small card in front of me.

"I have a meeting with one of these guys so why don't you head to the Four Seasons and get ready for dinner?"

THE FOUR SEASONS?! No worries!

I freshened up in the gorgeous Harbour View Suite and then made my way to Café Sydney to meet Mr P.S. 

While I waited for him to arrive I looked around and saw plenty of men in expensive suits, women drenched in designer labels and seemingly retired couples who were probably kicking back, enjoying their dinner as their money worked for them.   

It then occurred to me, Is money a language that all these people speak fluently? Were they taught about investments as children while I was out chasing the boy next door?

One day I would like to make enough money to bring my whole family here and have us all order the dreamy duck confit. 

Unfortunately it’s not a place you can dine often on a regular wage. 

After we finished our delicious mains, the waiter came and asked us if we would like dessert. We decided to steer clear of the 'familiar cheese' platter and head back to the hotel for a decadent spread. 

Mr P.S popped open a bottle of champagne and I gorged on truffles and choc pops. 

“Teach me how to make a million dollars” I said filling a plate up with mini cakes. I felt like a slightly fatter Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

“Are you ready to take some risks?” He said handing me a glass of champagne.

I looked at the man in front of me that I felt was certainly out of my league. He was smart, successful  sexy and striking. Risks, ha! Investing this much time with him is one of the biggest risks I have ever made. 

“Your homework for tomorrow is to read Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki but your homework for tonight is something else entirely!” 

The next morning Mr PS left for work and I reflected on my weekend over a cup of coffee.

He invited me to the seminar not because he wanted me to buy a US property but to get me to start thinking about money differently. Yes it took a bribe to get me there because I was foolish enough to think that investing my time and money wisely was something that didn't concern me. 

Well if you are a girl or guy in your early twenties. Let this be known, I was wrong. It does concern us! Especially if you plan on being more than just an employee for the rest of you life. 

Unfortunately learning to make a million dollars isn’t as straight forward as attending that seminar, reading a book or understanding this post. However, the first step to being rich is thinking rich and I don’t mean thinking that you can always afford that luxe pair of shoes!

If you can adopt a positive attitude towards money early you’re well on your way to long term financial success in your thirties and beyond.

At least that's what my new book, Rich Dad Poor Dad tells me.

Moral of the story? Allow a handsome man to expand your mind...you've got nothing to lose and millions of dollars to gain.

READ: Rich Dad Poor Dad By RK

WATCH: Who Moved my Cheese?

Sunday Brunch at Jonah's

Jonah's is undoubtedly one of my favourite places in the world. Every time I walk through the doors of this Palm Beach paradise I feel like I magically transform from a pauper into princess. 

I have written about Jonah's world class views of Whale Beach many times before on HOB but today it’s all about the food. The best bit is that you can indulge in a three course brunch at Jonah's award winning restaurant for just $50. That's cheaper and far more luxurious than your usual Sunday plans (coffee and a bikini wax). 

Brunch at Jonahs

Before we continue you must know that a reservation is essential for breakfast, lunch and dinner. However, If you don't have a booking not all is lost, you can still experience the finer things on the terrace, but that’s another story Jonah’s Terrace Blog Post.

Now here’s the catch for my more central Sydneysiders, Jonah’s is located approximately 60 minutes from Sydney CBD, so you’ll need a magic carpet or a boy with a car to get you there.

For all logical reasons I chose the latter. 

Dressed in our Sunday best with a coffee in hand we began the journey from Surry Hills to Palm Beach in the wee hours of the morning.

We left so early that we were the first to arrive which meant we got to pick the best table in the house. Can you see the ocean from here?

As we took our seats in front of the hideous view, French-style mini croissants were served with house made jam for us to nibble on while we decided what we would like for our first and second courses. 

For the first course we ordered the poached rhubarb bircher muesli with apple compote and the warm Belgian waffles with lychees, ricotta and toasted pecans. 

All of the dishes I’ve ever had at Jonah's have been presented spectacularly. The bircher was lovely however...

I had my heart set on the waffles which were sweet, toasty and deliciously comforting on a cool Sunday morning.

The tiny flowers are edible too!

Once we polished off the first breakfast there was only enough time for half of a face selfie before the second course arrived in front of us.

I was instantly smitten by the truffle scrambled eggs served on a heavenly slice of fluffy brioche. 

And just when I thought I couldn't eat anymore, I was offered a bite of his poached eggs and sweetcorn fritter with the crispiest bacon, cherry tomatoes, crushed avo and bronze fennel. 

A bite turned into a several spoonfuls and suddenly I was being rolled outside to the terrace for some fresh air.

HOB Tip: If you’ve already had a coffee on the journey here save the hot beverage included in the package until last and order a hot chocolate to have on the terrace. Snuggle up to your love under a complimentary Morgan & Finch blanket while taking in the views. It’s pure ecstasy. 

Included in the $50 Winter Breakfast Package you get:

1. A croissant with French butter and jams to start.
2. A first course of whatever you desire.
3. A second course (something hot).
4. A coffee to have now or a tea or hot chocolate to have on the terrace later. 
5. And a freshly squeezed juice to sip during your meals. 

WARNING: Do not eat the night before if you expect to get through this breakfast. It's huge!

Since you’ve come all the way to Palm Beach why not make a day of it?

Cruise through the streets with the top down, your sunglasses on and the wind in your hair. Allow yourself to surrender to a serious case of property envy. Ocean front mansion with infinity pool – fabulous darling. 

Want to spoil someone very special? You can stay at Jonah's for lunch, dinner and even a night in one of their eleven luxury Ocean Retreat Rooms.

On one condition: You take me with you!

www.jonahs.com.au 

The Man(VA)gina

I was having dinner with a girlfriend at Besser, a new Italian bar on Crown St, last Thursday night when we got talking about the US sanctions on Russia.

Just kidding…we were talking about men, the most exciting thing on the menu after 8pm. 

My friend, Miss A is a very attractive boss lady in her late twenties. She’s well presented, well spoken and currently taking a break from dating. 

“I feel like the roles are reversed and we have to win them (men) over now” Miss A said topping up our glasses.

She continued to tell me about this guy she'd been trying to win over with her cute outfits, witty banter and her cool, calm exterior. Miss A said that she’d gone out of her way to make sure they ate at places he liked and would always offer to pay because she hated the awkwardness of splitting the bill down to the exact penny. 

When she showed me a picture of this Casanova I was so shocked I nearly fell off my chair. He was a 6 considerably and she was a 10 and I’m not just saying that because she’s my friend.

After four weeks and no bites, just meaningless texts she decided to end the ‘relationship’ and bite back at the modern man.

“I feel like I have to wine and dine them…men have vaginas” she said. 

Wherefore art thou balls man? 

I’m talking about opening doors, making sure she gets home safely and if you’re not feeling the vibe being man enough to say “hey, this isn’t working”.

Miss A is not alone, I have also started to notice a total lack of chivalry in the city. 

CASE A:

“Hey baby you’ll be lucky if you get some of this D” a twenty something dude yelled at my friend in a club recently. She asked for a lighter, not your D all up in her V you big dildo. 

CASE B

Once at the end of a date a guy threw me a cab voucher then Facebook messaged me the next day to ask why I seemed upset and wouldn’t reply to his texts. 

I wanted to graffiti his public page with the dick pics he had sent me, instead I kindly explained to him why I was unhappy that he didn’t at least walk me to the cab rank, he retorted by saying I should be grateful that he offered to finance my journey home. 

FACT: I didn't need your shitty voucher, I ordered my own Uber black that knew exactly where to take me. Far, far away from you buster!

Rise of the Resting Bitch Face

"Maybe they’re just intimidated" the graphic designer at work said to me when I brought the issue up over our morning coffee. 

Maybe he’s got a point. Women are now more powerful then ever. We have great jobs, nice apartments and a drawer full of S&M gear.  Leather whip and cuffs are the bedroom accessory of the 21st century.

But do men really think that we’d laugh in the face of their door opening tenderness? 

The only solution…

Is to date the kind of man who knows that behind your Resting Bitch Face isn’t a world of bitter dissatisfaction but a lady just waiting to be wooed.

Date men who aren’t intimidated by the modern woman and are happy to do as much wooing as you. 

If he picks up the bill for dinner, then you take him to Messina and pay for dessert. If he doesn’t like ice cream then there’s always your riding crop waiting to be served.

Take it, *whoosh* or leave it, Sir. 

5 Ways to get that Manhattan Feel (in Sydney)

Do you ever dream of stepping out of your apartment, hailing a taxi and escaping to a dim, plush bar in downtown Manhattan? While it's geographically impossible to do exactly that, I want to share with you my top 5 places to find Manhattan charm in Sydney. Now let's paint the town...

Give me a fresh blow dry, a sleek black dress and a stick of Chanel Coco Rouge lipstick and where do I want to go? 

Riley St Garage - 55 Riley Street, Woolloomooloo

DINE

The first time I walked into RSG with Mr R I had a real Sex and the City moment. Imagine a sleek refurbished garage space framed by a spectacular bar. Expect to be greeted by an attractive maître D who will show you to your table (pre booked) or for the real Manhattan experience take a seat at the bar where you can choose from oysters four different ways and watch them be shucked before your very eyes. For the busy New Yorker (aka budding Sydneysider) there is a 'Pit Stop' menu that will have you in and out in 30 minutes, however with the extensive cocktail list, you'll want to linger a little longer over your Cherry Boulevard (Cherry liqueur, Campari, Antico Rosso and Bourbon) and watch a rather handsome crowd do what they do best...socialise in style.

http://rileystgarage.com.au

Bowery Lane - 1 O'Connell St, Sydney CBD
MEET

For when you're lunching with friends during business meetings. Yes, In our New York lives we're that refined! 

Bowery Lane is a refined rustic dining experience recalling the end of the 18th century, when it became New York’s most well-heeled and stylish street attracting grand residences, opulent theatres and the burgeoning banking industry.

Today at Bowery Lane on O'Connell St it's much the same. You can still snap yourself up a banker and keep yourself wildly entertained on NYC Burger Mondays and Kransky Dog & Beer Thursdays. Classy. 

http://www.bowerylane.com.au

Tokonoma - 490 Crown Street, Surry Hills

DRINK

A taste of Soho in our own back yard. Tokonoma is the perfect third date bar with plenty of darkened corners to encourage slight hand up the leg action. I think it's Japanese cuisine but when you've got a fig martini in your hand and a handsome chap breathing down your neck it's hard to know whats what. Fabulous!

Tokonoma Bar

Monocle - The Stables at 352 Bourke St, Surry Hills

SHOP

The coolest thing since Sinatra. With a bureaux (a word fancy people know) in New York and Tokyo, Monocle launched it's first Sydney store last weekend on none other than...Bourke Street! Guaranteed to make you look a thousand per cent cooler, this high end designer fashion boutique will have you sold in a New York Minute, unless you're broke like me. In that case there's always their online magazine where you will find a sophisticated dose of business, culture and design for free!

http://monocle.com/25-25/sydney/

Establishment- 252 George Street, Sydney CBD

EAT, DRINK & SLEEP 

If you want to work smarter not harder like a real New Yorker, Establishment is for you. I'm not talking about the ground level meat market. Eat, drink and sleep at different venues in the same building, it's fun, convenient and won't ruin your red soles.

EAT: Est level 1, Establishment
DRINK: Hemmesphere level 4, Establishment
SLEEP: Establishment Luxury Loft - A Manhattan style, double story penthouse in the heart of Sydney with Bvigari amenmenties of course. 

http://merivale.com.au/establishment-hotel-loft

Now that you've planned the perfect night out in the big city here is a playlist to get you in the New York state of mind:

1. Is this how you feel? - Classixx Remix The Preatures
2. Amazing – George Michael
3. King - Years & Years

Enjoy,

Miss P x

Buzzing with Excitement! Career Defining Moments...

A career girl will do many hours of work in her life, this includes internships, work experience, bar work, office clerk, temp jobs, the list goes on. Many of those hours will be mind numbing some will even be heart breaking but once in a blue moon you’ll experience something that puts everything in perspective for you…a career defining moment.  

My employment history has been colourful to say the least. I’ve been a hip hop teacher, a go-go dancer, stuffed goodie bags in catty PR firms and even did a two year stint as a chocolatier in the most incredible chocolate factory. 

For the last 2 years I’ve been working for a lingerie company. I started off selling pretty knicker and luxe toys on the shop floor and then began my career working behind the scenes in Maple HQ. A Jill of all trades, EA, social media and most excitingly copy writer. 

Although I’ve been told I have a natural talent for visual merchandising truffles and g-strings I like to think my long term career lies in writing.

And the career millstone for every writer is…

GETTING PUBLISHED!

At the beginning of the year I was asked to write a toy manual for Maple’s first collection of high end ‘personal massagers’. 

A manual which would come with every toy and sold all over the nation, in our 40 + stores.

The first person I called was my dad…

“Dad I’m going to be an author!” I squealed.

“Of what!?” he said.

“A vibrator manual!!” I continued to tell him as many details as I could until I ran out of breath.

He gave me the classic dad response:

“Well I better make room for it in the glass cabinet…next to the poem of the trees you wrote in year three.” 

Two months of editing later the toy manual was renamed the Pleasure Guide and turned into a 19 page glossy pamphlet about our luxury range of playmates. 

“When the fever hits you can now experience mind blowing thrills at your fingertips.” - Miss P. 

Okay so it’s not exactly a novel. But it is a sashay in the right direction.

To celebrate the new toy range we held a launch at all of our flagship boutiques!

The Maple girls dressed to the nines to present our collection of pleasure to the masses. 

After only a few moments of basking in the glory I was pulled behind the counter to play bartender to our VIPs. It didn't take long before the champagne ran dry, lucky the Maple HQ boys had my back.

And the slender backs of our glamourous lingerie clad performers...

After the launch I went to the post office and divided one luxury vibrator into two smaller packages. I sent the Pleasure Guide pamphlet to my dad for his glass cabinet and the 'personal massager' to my mother to use as a 'back massager'. A little gift to say thank you for all their motivational support and career advice thus far.

 Millstones no matter how small are life's little incentives that motivate you to keep going, keep working even when you feel like you're a breaking point. Sometimes you have to take baby steps in order to achieve bigger goals. Regardless of whether you publish a book or a pamphlet the most rewarding thing is a positive mindset, the belief in yourself.

Did you get all that career girls? If I can do it then so can you!

OTHER EXCITING NEWS:

Speaking of launches the new HOB website will be unveiled on the 1st of July. To celebrate I will be giving away a copy of the Pleasure Guide PLUS your very own luxury vibe to see you through the cooler months. Details on how to win will be posted soon.

The future is exciting!

Love,

P x

Dinner at HIS - 10 Tips in Dining Etiquette

There are 3 offers a girl should never refuse.

1. A free coffee
2. An upgrade on a long haul flight
3. And when a man offers to cook you dinner at his place.

Now I can’t tell you how to get a free coffee or an upgrade (legally) but I can give you some tips for when a man invites you to dine with him. Listen closely...

Tip #1 of having dinner at a man’s house: Always ask if you can bring something.

Yes, looking forward to it! Need me to bring anything? - Me

Great – me too. No just your lovely self… - Mr R

Over the past 3 years my relationship with Mr R has matured like a fine wine, which is rare considering they usually go off like a milkshake left in the sun.

It could be his calm, rational character that has preserved our affair for so long or maybe it’s just because he feeds me…well. 

Whatever he's putting in his cookn'...it's addictive! Anywayyyyyy...

It was early last Sunday evening when I stepped into his stylish Bondi apartment to the smell of ribs slow cooking. I shed my coat and placed my bag on the table, meanwhile noticing that he'd expanded his balcony and gotten rid of the TV.

“I prefer to listen to music” he said causally.

Dream man status ladies! 

Tip #2 of having dinner at a man’s house:  A lady must always offer to help prepare the meal, then gracefully disappear onto the balcony before he has time to respond.

Tip #3 It helps if he has a balcony and doesn’t live in his parent’s garage. 

Tip #4 Don’t get distracted. Remember what you’re here for ladies! The food. Always be excited and ask what’s on the menu. 

“Slow cooked pork ribs with the best salad you’ll ever have…I picked up the recipe in Costa Rica” said Mr R preparing the red onion.

Tip #5 You love Costa Rican salads, in fact red onions are your favourite food!

Tip #6 Only drink alcohol if he’s drinking alcohol, but then again I never was a very good girl...

I had a glass of pinot noir and he had a green tea. We talked about travel and property and before we knew it the ribs were ready!

Tip #6 If you want to preserve your make-up do not eat the ribs.

Tip #7 If you want to look deliciously sexy then eat the ribs and suck on the bones. 

Tip #8 Always complement him on his efforts and have seconds.

Tip #9 After dinner always offer to help clear the table and wash the dishes. Once you're done, retrieve your coat and ask him kindly to drive your drunk ass home. Oh you didn’t think you were expected to…Ladies remember that dinner and a show is something else entirely!

Tip #10 Never take anything I say after a couple of wines too seriously. 

So he’s cooked a delicious meal for you, now it’s time for you to return the favour. If you do decide to stay the night then breakfast is your time to shine. See how I measured up here. 

Good luck ;)

Dear Ella

Dear Ella,

Firstly let me just say this: Shitttttttt! Shit I can't believe that I have neglected this email account for so long and it is only now that I am seeing this email.

But thank you because you have restored my faith in more ways than one.

Anyway, on with the good stuff. You, you are the good stuff...this is the most beautiful email that I have ever received. THANK YOU!

1. In high school I had many friends that aspired to be doctors and teachers too and I could never relate. I still can't. You need to pursue whatever it is you're passionate about. For me it's the city, the love affairs and the story, chasing it, living it and writing about it in the most honest way possible. 

2. We're soul mates. Sex and the City is my bible, Carrie my curly haired Jesus. The fact that you have compared me to her makes you Mother Teresa...mwah!

3. Having acne is one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. It can affect your entire life, your self esteem and your relationships...but don't let it! Because one day soon it will be nothing but a distant memory. In the meantime flaunt your make up girl! Just make sure it lets your skin breathe and doesn't clog your pores.  

4. What you need to focus your attention on is writing your blog peersella.wordpress.com (which is amazing might I say) You're already on Wordpress which is the first step in the right direction (I'm moving my Blogger platform to Wordpress this month).

4.5 Write for yourself but also for your reader. I have hundreds of drafts in the back end of HOB that I've never posted Why? Because 99.9% of them are rants about men, work and men ;) that no one wants to hear. By all means write for your own therapy (I wouldn't be here if I didn't) but try to turn your musings into something that will benefit your reader as much as you can. e.g Turn '10 reasons I why I hate it when he won't text me back' into 'How to Dragon a Man' 

5. What would I tell my 17 year old self? You're not fat. Your skin will clear up. Love and support your friends but chose your own path. TRUST your gut. If your gut isn't screaming DR. ELLA!!!!@#!# Don't study medicine. The only exception: If your gut is screaming BOYS!! don't do all the boys. But you already knew that Ella because you're smart. You're a great writer and you're already reaching out and trying to learn as much as you can to get to the place you want to be. 

One of the most important things I've learnt from little old Noosa to the big bad city is that you're most like the 5 people you spend your time with. Have your doctor friends and your teacher friends but also have your creative friends, your ambitious friends people that are going to continuously teach you new things and support you on your journey. 

Why it works? Because in your last sentence you called me a businesswoman, hell yeah achievement! Lately I've been spending a lot of time with a couple of people who own their business. They're positive, ambitious and so inspiring, which has motivated me to start thinking differently #girlboss Anyway enough about me.

You. You are fabulous Ella. Thank you for taking the time to write to me and I am so sorry that you have received no response until now.

I hope this email will suffice. Any more questions please don't hesitate to ask...I'll be following your own journey to Carrie Bradshaw supremacy via your wonderful blog.

And the most important thing: Keep writing even if you feel like no one is listening, because if you do one day you'll receive an email like the email you sent to me that will VALIDATE EVERYTHING.

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A Night with The Butler

Passing Kings Cross station I see a prostitute arguing with a bouncer, the cab diverts down Victoria Street before coming to a sudden halt. "It's around here somewhere." the driver says demanding $12 and thrusting me out into what looks like slightly gloomy residential area. I spot a couple of lanterns glowing in the dark and a sign that says 123 Victoria St. Thank god - I'm here.

While there's nothing fabulous about getting to Potts Point’s newest bar, there's no denying once you've found him you’ll never want to leave. 

By him I mean The Butler... 

Photo: @thebutler

I have wanted to experience The Butler ever since it opened in November last year and garnered rave reviews from all the toughest critics (my boss included). So when my friend Lucy and I finally planned to meet for a wine last Tuesday night my expectations were as high as the Centrepoint Tower, which you can conveniently see from the restaurant's glorious terrace (pictured above).

I met lovely Lucy in the fireplace-lit foyer before we were led down the stairs to the main restaurant. We were seated on the terrace overlooking a breathtaking city skyline and then a waiter handed me a pretty little menu that said Bar... A +

Although I had my eyes on the pinot noir it didn't take much for Lucy to convince me to share a bottle of champagne. A night away from Netflix was enough reason to celebrate. 

Feeling peckish? We were informed that all the mains are designed to be shared which perfectly complements the warm social atmosphere. The Butler served up some delicious oysters for Lucy (because she’s fancy) and the cured meats plate for myself. 

By 7 pm the place was buzzing with an attractive crowd. Cool girls with burgundy lips and polished gents unwinding after a day in the office.

Yet in our little bubble on the balcony it didn’t feel the least bit pretentious. A + +

If you love spectacular views, French inspired menus and dining amongst Sydney’s social elite you will love what The Butler has to offer you.

Or if you’re more like me, dreaming of lustful long lunches on the terrace and sexy place to take your more eligible date, The Butler plays the perfect host for a FABULOUS time on the town. 

Tip The Butler 

• Book in advance even for a Tuesday evening. This place gets booked out very quickly and it can be hours before you get a table if you turn up unannounced.
• Don’t get lost in the darkness of Potts Point! Look for the lanterns on the left side of the street if you’re coming from Kings Cross station. 
• Dress smart (and even smarter if you want to pick up). 
• Take someone who doesn’t mind sharing food and lustful glances at other peoples food. 
• If you loved the Butler try Bondi Hardware, The Botanist or SoCal also owned by Hamish Watts and Ben Carroll. 

And don't forget to touch up your lipstick! The Butler is currently high on the list of places to see and be seen in Sydney which also means you shouldn't get too carried away with that pretty little bar menu I mentioned earlier. BUT If you're a girl like me who rarely behaves, Kings Cross is just a stones throw away... 

Tip me later.

x