Boys, Boys, Boys

What’s new?

Well, not much apparently… After a lot of thought I went ahead and sent a text message to TJ… It was pretty breezy, completely non-committal and a bit random. Did I get a message back? No, no I didn’t. Why? Why? Why is it so hard? I know he was extremely gorgeous and completely out of my league, but he needn’t be a twat.

More recently I’ve been emailing a boy (Animal) that I have yet to meet in person. We were supposed to have a ‘date’ sometime this week, but it’s been postponed by both of us while he looks for a new place and I work overtime and move out of my own place. I don’t really know what to make of it all? We have been emailing each other for almost two weeks now, at least 2 or 3 times day, if not more, and I feel like I know him well enough, but then, I’ve never seen him in person!

I guess a lot of this happens these days – and while I’ve tried RSVP before it has never worked out. For example; I always tend to receive some random ‘wink’ or ‘kiss’ (or whatever it is) from fat middle aged bald men called sxy4u who loves a long walk on the beach, candlelit dinners and Kafka. I can tell you now that sxy4u most probably hasn’t been on a beach since 1986, uses candles for other more clandestine arrangements and the only reading he has partaken in is babes with bazookas.. If you get what I mean? But enough about that.

So while this emailing business is going on, I have a small problem that I need to confess to. I’m moving home to my parents place this weekend, which has consequences. For one, they live far far away, meaning 5 hours on a train every day. Secondly, I wont be staying for after work drinks or the like when its such a long way to home. Thirdly, it means that my almost non-existent sex life is about to become extinct for at least 3 months.(Yes, things can come back from extinction – look at Britney)

I can hear sighs of sympathy and moaning in general, but I think that might be me becoming delusional from general lack of intimacy and exclusive extinction of sex. But before I go off and slit my wrists, I need to remind myself of the positives…
I’m moving home because I’m going on a big trip OS in 5 weeks. That’s all I’ve got actually, but it’s encouraging.

And before you say “Um, what about a holiday fling?” Well, I’m going to be staying in hostels and with my very good friend. Enough said?

In other recent news, I have become a Cyber stalker… Nathan Rees and I are following each other on Twitter. Yes, I’m a geek.

Making Contact

Ok, so it’s been over 10 days now, and I haven’t heard a thing, not even a “Geezer!” and so I’m not sure what to do?

For once in my life I didn’t partake in any complete random casual stranger sex, because I actually liked the guy. I hazily thought that if I wasn’t so willing to give it up, then maybe, just maybe, I would actually remain in contact with TJ? Well, it seems as if I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t!

WTF is wrong? With me? With Boys in general? With the world? Oh dear… We all know how it goes… We don’t hear from someone we want desperately want to, and it’s all over. And it is.

Last week, I said to my girlfriend, that I would really really like to keep in contact with TJ, if nothing else, he was a very cool guy that I would like to be friends with, but also, I became extremely self-conscious, because, not that any of you would know besides taking me for my word, he was extremely good looking, and I’m not. I guess I’m ok, but I’m no where near the stunner that TJ is…

So, speaking to another friend of mine, we tossed up some ideas of me sending a text message… Well, he didn’t convince me entirely, and I’m still tossing it up? What to do? What to do?

It would be something like this: “Hey Bogan*, How has your week been? Thought that we could catch up at my party next weekend maybe? Do you want to come?”

So what do you reckon?

To text or not to text?

*I introduced English TJ to the word Bogan – which he absolutely loved and was going to yell at his Aussie workmates the next day… I love introducing new words – Bogan, Dapto briefcase, Dapto handbag etc… Best way to explain Bogan to someone British – Chav!

Oh, I know, it’s wrong to have more than one guy on the brain, but I briefly had a look at MG’s facebook page, and oh dear, he makes my heart skip a beat! Still not over that one!

I have a new friend…

And he is extremely yummy, funny, and British.

I know, I know, yet another UK lad who is going to break my heart. I hope that if all else fails we stay friends, because more than being gorgeous, he is a very cool guy that I want to hang with.

We met at a crusty old mans pub – the Forbes. in the City. My friends were being a wee bit boring playing the pokies – so I went to the bar for a drink. The gorgeous boy – TJ was sitting at the opposite end of the bar drowning his sorrows after having an argument with his best mate. He mosied on over and we got into a big D&M about the state of the world, and why his mate was being a bastard.

So, after some wallowing and a couple of drinks, he walked me home and ended up staying.

I woke up on Sunday morning feeling a little worse for wear. Having partaken in some charlie the night before, I hadnt slept too well, but I had a shower and crawled back into bed, expecting TJ to wake up once I hit the extremely noisy Air-Con, but it was at least another hour before he even stirred.

After coffee and scanning of the papers, we thought it might be  a good idea to have a drink at the Local and then he would walk home. Well, the Local hadn’t even opened yet, so we continued to walk around to Woolloomooloo Wharf – which TJ hadn’t seen yet, having only been in Sydney for 2 months… I love taking people down the wharf – its always pretty impressive, and it was even more so when I told TJ that Russ lived on the Wharf.

One drink turned into a mini pub crawl of W’Loo and a stop at Harrys – which he loved. The day went pretty quickly in the company of a beautiful funny boy. I got home last night and was so excited about any possibility of me seeing him again. We have each others numbers, and he’s going to come to my house cooling in a couple of weeks… So I guess I wait and see?

Bastard Boys

So, I had a bit of an adventure on the weekend… And I didn’t want to tell anyone because I thought it would jinx it. Well, stuff that… And, oh , I kept it til now!

Jazz in the Domain was going on on Saturday night, so a friend (who I’ll call Eponine)  and I went along with a picnic and lots of wine. Living so close to the Domain was pretty handy! (Especially at peeing time)

Toward the end of the night, we managed to find a friend of Eponine who’s partner had his boat moored in Darling Harbour and so invited us to go along for a drink.

Wow! How the other half live! Being an Eastern Sydney girl, I get down to Rushcutters Bay and Woolloomooloo Wharf quite a bit, and when I do, I longingly glance at those eating at Otto’s, drinking wine and sitting in the sun on their balconies, jumping on and off their massive cruisers, but now, I truly know how they feel… Its lovely!

The boat looked a spanker! No dinghies around here, and after a glass of wine perfectly matched with a layer of snow (which, don’t fret, I only partake in when its free, which is not very often). Then I met a boy. I was feeling a bit rockstar, or maybe CoKate, since I cant play an instrument. Anyway, I digress by comparing myself to famous people whose bodies and notoriety I will never match.

(Have been racking my brains for a nickname besides Bastard for awhile now, but I assume that if I ever go into those weary flashbacks again or even think about how I’ll be screwed in the future, that Bastard should really be reserved for those that truly deserve it!). So I hereby name him BigBen. There has been and I’m sure will be more English boys, but, he gets the title because he’s the first one I have spoken about and because, as the name suggests…

BigBen is a Londoner. Been in Sydney for ages, and I don’t think he has any plans to go home. So, after some discussion he asks for my number. Done deal. Or… Maybe not? Here is where  Choose your own Adventure would come in handy. I choose, that he walk me home. Hindsight proves that I should have chosen the chapter where I alone get a cab home and sleep it off.

However, home turned into what looked like a study of Wall Street 1980′s style. Yep, a bit more snow and a bit more pashing. Needless to say he slept over. Yes, he slept, I did not. In fact, only had my first good nights sleep last night. Next morning, after lying in bed for a few hours reading the paper, and then after coffee down the road, he kisses me and says he will call. Its now Wednesday. Have I heard from him? No. Do I care? Sort of. I mean, it pisses me off that men lie. I mean, don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Really. Now, I know you could say that if I hadn’t given it up so easily, then maybe he would’ve called me. Well, I’m here to tell you that I didn’t. Sure, there was stuff going on, but not that, even if I had wanted to – nothing. And I know where the blame lies in that. In addition, don’t lie in my bed for hours the next morning if you have no intention of coming back to it in the future!

So, my girlfriend (AKA Kate) messages me this evening to tell me that she also has been screwed. But this is a wee bit different. Kate has like this guy for ages, Rejected his advances previously when he still had a girlfriend, and then 5 months after his break-up Kate gives into her fear of being the rebound girl and the age difference (he younger), and has one hell of a night with him. All is looking fine and dandy, then, she gets a message from him, that he has accepted an invitation to go out with his Ex. The guy doesn’t know what he wants. She is devastated, he is a bastard, but a bloody charming one at that and Kate is equally as charming and low maintenance about it all. I’m really upset for her, she sounded so happy about it all when it originally began and I really hope that it doesn’t put her off a hunt for a replacement.

And so tonight I’m trying very earnestly to keep faith in men. Of course I’m going to forget about this guy, and probably very quickly. Kate might not forget about hers so easily, and I get that, I’m still thinking about MG every day, and sometimes SheffieldBoy (whom I may talk about in the future, but to keep you in the loop, he was the one that got away, or should I say, the one I left behind in the UK and who I hope to meet up with in a few months when I go back for a visit). I don’t know what else to say now. I’m not depressed, but sort of feel it coming on. I clearly need someone to get excited about.

Uh-oh! Just realised the perils of a single arachnophobia female living by herself… Killing white-tailed spiders on my lonesome! Aaaaaghhhh

Single or not? Why is it so hard to tell?

So, why is it that I think that when someone ie. a very good looking IT guy, is being nice to me, that I think he his flirting? Ok, I might be naive or broken (depends), but, normally when a guy my age is being nice (good – looking or not), I think he may be trying to get into my pants? So, I found out today the IT guy has a girlfriend and he is, as I originally thought, just a sweet guy with extremely good manners, gorgeous with a lovely accent, and who I think anyone would fall in love with. Yep, fantasy over…

So, as per usual, I will pretend that I didn’t have an interest to start with, and move on very quickly. But, where do I move on to? I have nothing? Really. Nothing. So, I’m still pining over MG, but he’s not coming back from Melbourne in a hurry. And, to be honest, I wouldn’t either. What to do, what to do?

My girlfriend suggested the other night “that you stop looking”. Look, I’ve heard this before, and really quite honestly Im not always looking, but apparently “wishing or longing” is the same. I cant help but hope and wish that one day someone will sweep me off my feet – or, whatever goes at the time.  We need to keep some faith right? Otherwise, I’ll end up a bitter old lady with 150 cats and lots of shoes!

An update on the Premier… I sent him a message today…

“Dear Mr Rees

I just want to let you know that I feel you are doing a great job considering the circumstances and situations that you’re past and present comrades have thrown you into.

Keep up the good work, be credible, hard working and honest and you will prove to the NSW residents in time that you are the right person for the job. And, don’t let the bastards get you down.

Yours sincerely”

And to add, I do think the bride, Stacey, looked very pretty. And, while I was pretty negative on the last post, I do wish them all the luck and my congratulations.

And my next move? Who knows?

Feeling single

There is nothing worse than a wedding to remind a girl how single she really is, especially when she likes the bloke that’s getting married.

So, on a scale of 1 to 10 of how single I feel today, it would have to be a 20. Why? Well, 2 things… Nathan was married early this morning according to media reports. A twee wedding at City Hall in New York. I’ve seen photos, so I know its true, but I do hope they applied for their licence before they left Oz, otherwise we all know it’s not actually legal

Reesy - apparently married

I do sound like an evil bitch don’t I? Well, if it came to it, and we have seen in recent times, that I would never do anything. In fact if he was single I still would have completely embarrassed myself and had nae chance anyway.

The wedding makes me sad is all. I do hope that this all whole wedding business isn’t a politically motivated stunt for both their sakes, and well, I’m only going to say this once: “Congratulations and Good luck”.

So, why else am I feeling so extremely single today? Well, I really want MG to come back from Melbourne. There, I said it. This also makes me feel sad, so I’m going to quickly gloss over, pretend that I care less and move on to something funny and self-deprecating.

Ah… IT guy… English, scruffy, polite, geeky and gorgeous. Love him. Love that I have someone to look at, and try to impress. Last I heard, (which was months ago) he had a girlfriend, so I don’t even know whether its worth flirting, and as I said, polite and English, so I expect that he’s being nice to me, because that’s what he does? If you get me?

So, I’ll be going home on my lonesome as usual tonight, have a glass or two and I might have a little cry…

Oh dear…

I think you’ll find alot of my posts are probably going to start with the same heading – so I guess I should find a different way of expressing myself when crappy situations arise.

As you may have read in my “About Me” post, Im definitely single, definitely not stupid – but then sometimes definitely ditzy. And I do question my intelligence when it comes to choosing males… I do get myself into some very tricky stupid situations, hence the question of my intelligence.

What am I going on about? Well, let me take you back into the past… Queue flashback music and wavy images… C’mon head back with me… All the way back… Keep coming… Back, back, back to this month – early December 2008. Ok, so not far in the past. (My way of getting over it)

So the first very silly situation I got myself into actually started before December… See, I had a crush, a silly school girl crush on a very cute boy (lets call him MG – like the car) who works for a company that the organisation I work at owns. Bit confusing? Well, we sort of, in a kind of way work together, but we don’t work in the same building – he works a wee bit up the road… Anyway, I thought he was very cute and sweet, so, I told a friend of mine who works directly with him. (I also used to call him my boyfriend, but I call alot of people my boyfriend) Now… Me being her friend first and foremost, and her also being a sassy woman, albeit a married one, I would have thought that this secret remain with her until her dying days… Not so much…

My friend, my very good friend, or so I thought, told him! Nooooooo…. I can hear you say… Yesssssss… She did! 5 minutes before I walked into their office to pick her up for lunch! Can you believe it? So, we’re at lunch and she tells me that she has some bad news – which she delivers – and really it wasn’t that bad, then we get onto the topic of MG, and I have this very sick and sorry feeling inside me that if I could bottle and sell to Mecca Cosmetica would reek of humiliation.

Yeah, lots of fun. To make a short interrupted story shorter, I didn’t speak to her for a week. Not only did I feel humiliated but I could smell the rejection – which as you will come to learn, is  probably one of my worst fears – along with empty wine bottles and spiders.

So, we come to the next humiliation for the month, and probably the biggest E-V-A-H…

Combined with my silly school girl crush on MG, I also have a very silly, and I mean very silly, crush on a prolific politician. What? You say, yes, a politician. Along with my love for shopping, wine and British tv, I love politics, always have, but I have never until now, professed a love for politics so much as having a crush on a politician. I’m going to come out and say it now, because really, its a bit sick and wrong, however, I cant actually say that I’m embarrassed to have a crush on him. He’s the Hon. Nathan Rees, Premier of New South Wales. Now look, before you pass judgement, he’s actually doing an incredible job consideringng the circumstances.

And before I begin to defend the man on any decision he has made in the last 3 months, I’ll tell you a story. Imagine, if you will, a gorgeous 28 year old 5’1″ curvy brunette waiting , waiting, waiting for Mr Premier at an exclusive reception. Done up to the nines, she waits eagerly, her friends surround her equally as keen awaiting his arrival to see her face. She’s giggly with excitement, glowing in fact. The Premier arrives and she picks up his name badge to hand to him… He smiles at her, she trembles with excitement and hands the badge to the event organiser to deal with.

Rushing back over to her friends, she follows the Premier as he makes his way around the crowd greeting her colleagues, one of her peers makes his way over and she delivers a rendition that would make Marilyn proud.

Merry Christmas Mr Premier /
Merry Christmas Mr Premier /
Merry Christmas to you…

Her colleagues laugh and she still glows in excitement. The Premier and the sassy girls peers make their way to the stage to say a few “friendly” words. She hangs on every word the Premier says. He steps off stage and stands next to her colleague who looks over to see her response. Giggling, she smiles and waves, excited as she is. Seeing her excitement, the colleague leans into the Premiers ear to tell him that “the girl over there with the pink shoes really likes you… It would make her day if you went and said hello”.

Imagining over. Yep, it really did happen. Yes, he did come over to say hello, and yes, I humiliated myself even more so by running away. Not literally, but almost. I know, can you believe it? So, I missed my chance, he’s to be married this week. My lame attempts at stalking him around Macquarie Street were just that, pretty lame and half-hearted. But smeh. Think Katy Hepbourne and Marilyn…

So, following that, I ran away to Melbourne to hide myself for a few days. Lucky my very good friend kept me company down there for the weekend, and then my boss joined a couple of days later. Good week, until… Da Da Da Duh….

Yep, the Staff Christmas party. Not feeling so hot after getting off a plane and straight into a dress up, I was felling a wee bit self conscious. MG was of course at the party, and no I couldn’t  look at him. Same as Mr Premier, Avoid, avoid, avoid. Well, after a very successful night of avoiding MG, along with his predecessor WB (who may return in a seperate episode) I had to finally speak directly to him, when it happened that we were two of the last 6 standing and later just two the of us standing (well, sort of), well, I had to concede defeat to my friend, her denial of sisterhood keeping of secrets actually had some merit. Seems as if he was actually trying to pick me up. On later assessment, it had been coming for awhile, said the Boss. Well, being somewhat surprised and having no expectations, I was a little taken back, even more so, when I remembered the bad news that my friend had initially delivered: “he’s moving to Melbourne”.

And thats it. Pine away and plot, thats all I can do.

I know its been a long and torturous adventure, and I hope you can keep up with me in the future. Should it be a particurly boring month I will take you on past adventures where wavy imaging and silly music will pave the way.

And onto 2009. Hope its a good year for you…