These last days have been quite hectic with all the work, friends, and family issues.

My parents called me because one of my uncles is coming to visit them for few weeks and told me i had to spend most of my free time at home since noone knows in Algeria and here I already left home to live a single's life ..in Paris.

Now, my parents are Muslim Algerians. In a code that was written centuries ago, even before the first dynosaure appeared, it is written in GOLDEN MARBLE CAPITAL LETTERS that Muslims girls can't leave their parents home before getting married. Even if the above mentioned girl isn't married by 45. A parents' job, or should i say a mother's job isn't finished until she properly marries her daughter, especially the eldest, and attends the baby's birth, helps choosing the name, babysits the baby and finally takes over the parents.

I am 31, still single, nowhere near getting married in the next 5 years, so she's getting a bit desperate because she realises she is nowhere near having a quiet life unbringing my 3 children while my very rich and honorable husband and I work.

Since I left home, they always had to lie to our friends and neighbours because... they never told them I had left home. So I'm either working very late "poor good hardworking girl", or living at my cousins" because office is so far and it would be a 4 hour trip everyday", or attending some kind of professional Muslim network " to improve her chances of having a great job, getting to know more people of our community, especially if he's a lawyer or a doctor, Muslim of course, and coming from a big Algerian family, from either Algiers, Oran, Tlemcen, or Mascara"!

I told Mum I couldn't be there every evening just to make him believe I was still living with them. She got angry saying that I'd rather be with my friends than with my family, that I couldn't even make an effort for something so important to them, that I had forgotten who I am, where I came from, my god, and that I'd probably get married to a Jewish American if I could - is Gabriel a Jewish American?- So I agreed to spend the next three week-ends at home pretending I'm a good Muslim girl. For the rest of the week, I will be in Lyon doing a management training in German.

Meanwhile, all I want to do is have some nice girly drunken fun. Clara called. There is a quizz in an Irish pub tonight. Theme: L.O.V.E ! Can't wait to be there!

Simon Baker ***

Ok girls... I have a word or two to say about Simon Baker, the sexy Mentalist. I love him. I want him. I dream about him. I love his smile, his eyes, his body, his voice, his demean. He sounds like a nice cool guy.

It's like... physically he's totally my type. But I never meet men like him in the streets, or clubs, or pubs. I'm not even sure at work. I never see guys like that. Maybe men this hot can only be actors, therefore unreachable. Or some kind of artists.

So that makes me think. If I want someone like him, would he want someone like me? I can't say I'm the hottest girl you've seen or met, and I'm not even close to being a pretty girl. Without being ugly, I suppose I'm a decent looking girl.

I know it's not just about people's appearances, especially when it comes to relationships, but sometimes that really counts. How many couple friends do you have to just don't fit together. They love each other, they're happy together, but when you look at them, you just think... what the hell?

I feel awful to say that because it's vain and unfair, but that is so true. And then it feels like they have nothing to do together, just because they don't respect the physical reciprocity code... Anyway if I am not attracted to decent looking guys, how could they be attracted to me?

If I want a Simon Baker, would he want a girl like me? He'd have to get to know me and all, but would he be attracted enough to want to discover me? I know he's married and unreachable. thanks...

I want an Alpha man, but I am no Alpha girl. How is that supposed to work then?