Joy to the World - Friday has Come!
Mood: A Bit Flighty, A Lot Frozen
Listening to: My Teeth Chatter
Isn't Christmas a lovely time of the year??
Don't you just love the little Christmas trees, the toy sales, the dinners??
Me Too.
IN DECEMBER!!!!!!!!!!
Who was it that moved Christmas to July? I went into my bank yesterday, and there were little trees on all the counters. Part of some promotion they're running, ok I get that, but Nicky doesn't! She was asking me if it was Christmas time now. I told her it wasn't, and then she wanted to know why the people had their trees up if it wasn't Christmas. How do you explain marketing campaigns to children? Hmm.
In the end, I told her that some people didn't have beautiful little girls to draw and paint pictures for them, so they had to find other things to decorate their offices with. My walls at work are covered in her artworks - I really am very lucky to be my own boss here. Whatever I want goes. Its awesome. So on my desk I've got photos of almost all my nearest and dearest, I've got my favourite poetry, half my CD collection (after all - who has time to listen at home, lol!) Plus a bunch of drawings that I've done myself. Maybe thats why I'm happy to spend such a disproportunate amount of time here - because it feels so much like home.
Actually, I was thinking of getting some sofas for the kitchen, but really, on nights when I'm by myself I'd probably end up sleeping here. I mean, I don't knock off until 2 or 3 am on those nights anyway. Would be kind of weird to wake up here!Plus then I'd have to keep a toothbrush etc here as well... and while I already have smaller versions of all my hair products, a brush, a spare jumper, moisuriser, lip balm, mascara and a frozen dinner here, a toothbrush seems to be going too far. God, that whole paragraph makes me sound incredibly boring doesn't it! I'm not! I'm not! I promise!! LOL
I never understood workaholics. I still don't I guess - but I don't count myself as one of them. I'm just a night person. I get much more done, plus it leaves my days open for the real business of having a cuppa with my customers. Much more fun.
Everythings getting a bit weird on the personal front at the moment. Boys are circling, as boys are wont to do. I never quite understood it until I read this shark splatter book. In it, I learned that sharks make a pass past their prey, prior to moving in for the kill. I don't know if thats true or not - and I'm too lazy to find out by Googling - maybe one of you could find out and post it for our mutual learning. Anyway, my point was that I believe men behave in that way too. They make more than one pass - perhaps that has to do with them being higher up the evolutionary ladder (not as high as women, but higher than sharks!) - several passes over a period of weeks. This lulls the prey into a false sense of security "yes, this guy wants to be my friend". Then they strike.
Strikes take on two forms in my experience. The "I love you, I want you to be the mother of my children" or the "You're a tease if you don't want to sleep with me".
For the record, I am an incorrigible flirt. I can't help it. I was never actually aware that I did it - but it's been pointed out to me on more than one occasion - so I guess its true. And now that I'm aware of it I KNOW its true. I'm terrible. Every time I go to the loo during a mixed function, I find myself looking in the mirror and saying "Yoorr terrrrible Sassy-girl" I am however a very gentle flirt. I am not into being overtly sexual, I think I run more to letting men know that I appreciate them. I just like blokes. I find they tend to be easier to get along with (until the trouble starts anyway!!) they aren't as bitchy as girls CAN be. I love my girls though.
So there are men that take flirting as "she wants me". Its not true, its not intentional, and when they try to hold/pash/inappropriately touch me, and are repelled, somehow I become the bad guy. "Oh, but you led me on."
Bugger off. Talking to someone, flirting with someone, letting them know you enjoy their company does not mean that you owe them anything. Comments welcome. I must note that this very rarely happens to me. I'm really not that sort of flirt, or that sort of girl for that matter. I do have my A rating to consider after all!!
The sort I seem to attract with alarming monotony is the "I love you, breed with me" sort. Men want to take me home to meet their mums. "You're the type of girl I'd love to settle down with". While flattering - most of them are NOT the type of boy that I would settle down with. And then when we break up (the last one is a perfect example of this) they just don't want to let it go.
It's very nice to be thought of in that way I guess. But I don't know. Some times I'd love to break out of that - be the naughty girl. Be the girl who dates once or twice, then never calls again. Heck - BE the girl who DATES! My men seem to fall very quickly into couch and TV mode. LOL! Hooray! Another night with the CSI hotties (male for me, female for him) and a our jimjams and moccies!
Perhaps there's something inherent in me that makes them react that way? Hmm. Something to ponder.
Until next Blog,
Sass
