No Lasagna.
No Muffins.
Thats it. I've had it. Messing with my emotions is one thing, messing with my dietary intake is another.
I knew that I must have a button. He's found it. Its big, red and causes tummy rumbling crankiness when pushed.
Consider my button pushed food-promising-but-not-delivering-watchmaker-type-person.
If I weren't emaciated due to the malnutrition caused by the lack of muffins and lasagne, I would kick his button-pushing butt.
*Crawls weakly towards pantry*
Mood: Hungry
Listening to: Cold Case
Went round to my beautiful girlfriends house today, to seek some advice from a sage and well travelled heart, on what to do about the watchmaker.
Her advice was to just be his friend, to keep a little bit of distance, but to make sure that he knows that I'm about if he wants to talk. This we decided may be achieved by sending a quick text message, just saying "How are you today?"
The reply was "Not a happy chappy" which didn't really give much in the way of information, or a clue about what he wanted.
So her advice was then just to call past and let him know that if he wanted to talk I was around and about. The thinking behind this was that he actually hasn't told anyone else in town that he has a girlfriend, so the number of people he can now expect sympathy and a listening ear from are severely limited. HA! Bet he didn't think about that as a possible backfire!
I called past the shop to say hi, and he seemed not too bad really. Certainly he was full of smiles and we just chatted for a while about what we'd been up to on the weekend etc. The closest we got to discussing the breakup was when he said he was throwing himself into his work that day, so we discussed work as a way of escaping thinking about things that we didn't want to think about.
We decided to have lunch, because it was almost lunchtime. We just ate in the park, which was nice. He asked me lots of questions, usual chatty stuff. His favourite question seems to be "So what do you know?"
Break in the conversation. I say "So whats happening with you?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fine. No worries." More conversation.
I really should have said something like, "Well, you know if you need to talk, I'm here. Thats what friends are for." But I'm a bit slow off the mark I guess.
He was supposed to cook me some muffins on the weekend, which apparently he did. However, when I enquired as to their whereabouts, was informed that the last one had been eaten yesterday. Now I don't care how much grief you are suffering from - Hands Off My Muffins Buddy. Naturally I'm not callous enough to be saying that to him now in his time of despair - but just so you all know - if you promise me muffins, I expect muffins. Plural.
Not Happy.
On the upside, he made lasagne last night, and has promised me some of that for lunch tomorrow. Sweet. I love lasagne! I just have to bring some salad for lunch, then I'll be all set. But again, with a down side. I was planning on wearing that blinking brown chinese top tomorrow, and now I won't be able to.
So this is my plan: (Though that does sound rather devious doesn't it... I mean, I'm not actually planning to behave this way for a particular outcome, other than to support him in the best way I can. I'm not trying to seduce him or anything like that. I just want to be his friend. Of course, later down the track, I may decide that I totally want to seduce him... just not yet!)
I think if I just steer clear for the most part, and let him do what he needs to do, then things will work out fine. And if nothing comes of this whole situation but friendship, then I will be very happy with that.
He he he. Don't I sound all balanced and well adjusted and stuff.
Hmm. We'll see what tomorrow brings I guess. And I can tell you now - it had better bring Lasagne!!!!
My beautiful girl
On your birthday,
I want you to know that everything I do
I do with you in mind.
I want what is best for you,
I want what is right for you,
I want what will bring you joy and abundance in your life.
I'm proud of you, I'm so glad that you are in my life,
I hope that we will always be close.
I love you with all my heart,
To the moon and back.
Mum xoxo
Mood: Confused
Listening to: Garth Brooks
To borrow some words from an eloquent internet friend of mine:
Christ on a bloody mountain!!!
I've now officially given up on comparing my life to any soap opera currently on the air.
The convoluted plot that is my life moves much much faster than anything TV addicts could deal with. Miss a day here mate, and you might as well kiss understanding the rest of the series goodbye I think. Much like 24. I could never get into that show. The idea of having to watch it every single week in order to follow the silly storyline made the committment-phobe in me run screaming.
What Sass??? Get to the point already!!!
Sheesh. You people are getting pushy! Settle back in your recliners for this one folks.
The watchmaker broke up with his girlfriend today.
So to recap:
First week of February, we started "dating"
One week ago, he came clean about his girlfriends existence.
Three days ago, we go out as mates.
One hour ago, he tells me they've broken up.
I just said that I was sorry to hear that, and that he must be upset.
What the hell is going on with this whole situation? I've just gotten my head around being friends with the guy, and now what? I really don't think that I'm prepared to be the friend who's shoulder he cries on over this - or even that that would be remotely appropriate.
I also don't want to become the obvious choice for rebound girl. Which, lets face it, is probably what I've been set up to become.
I'm steering clear of him for the time being. If he wants to talk to me, he knows where to find me.
I really am at a bit of a loss to know where to go with this. Advice of all and sundry is sought and will be greatly appreciated. All you need to do to comment is hit the little button underneath this entry... and if you aren't a Blogigo member - join. It doesn't cost anything, and they don't send out junk mail either. This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Sass's Pathetic Lovelife TM. Goodnight World.
My little sisters girlfriend is moving away, and I'm really going to be sorry to see her go.
She's a great chick, she makes my sister happy, and she fits so beautifully into our family.
She's brought us together, we play board games together when she's around. We talk more now, and we're gentler and more honest with each other.
She makes observations that are so poignant.
She makes me laugh.
I'm going to miss her.
My sister is really going to miss her. She isn't saying much yet, but they spend nearly every day together, so its going to be a huge change for her.
I hate to see the people I love hurting.
Mood: Exuberant
Listening to: Winter Olympics
These are the things that I would have recorded and put on my talking keyboard if I was told I had to have my voicebox removed tomorrow and could never speak again...
There are probably more, but I think that there would be a limit on those keyboards. Funny the things that pop into your head sometimes isn't it!
So I went out with the watchmaker on Thursday night. We ended up having dinner in a lovely restaurant in town, and then went bowling again.
It was funny actually, because it was the day that the Baton Relay came through town, and there were a lovely bunch of African's in town to do some cross-cultural activities, drumming, dance and cooking etc.
So in the morning the lady who works down the road a ways, in the Community Arts Centre, bought a little group of the African men in to meet myself and Nise, the lady who works with me on a Thursday. They were all lovely, but there was one guy who just took a shine to us (and by us I mean me!).
"It is a pleasure to meet you Sa-ssy, I never knew such an angel could exist"
Blushing like crazy as this 6'7" stunningly gorgeous man takes my hand in his... "Dear Lord! If you're going to say things like that, you can stay!"
"I will stay if you want me to. Just say the word my angel."
He was serious. Intense. Frightning, in an I-know-you-are-serious kind of way.
Anyway, he had to go drumming (he's a drummer - in his spare time. In "real life" he's just arrived from Asia, where he was the head of a well known Multinational IT concern. He's currently consulting for them, while deciding whether he wants to buy a real estate office, or perhaps a labour recruitment service. As you do.) But when he had a break, he came and got me and took me to have some African food - Pounded Yam with Melon Seed Soup, which I can tell you was rather more delicious than it sounds.
He was lovely, and asked if I would go to the Civic Reception with him that night. I said I couldn't, as I already had plans with the watchmaker, but that I could meet up with him afterwards. He was heading out to the lady from the Arts Centre's house, so I said I'd meet them there. No worries.
So the watchmaker drove to my place, and we took my car into town (we took his last time). I told him about my day, he told me about his, we just chatted and laughed and carried on like children really. We had dinner, which was lovely, then we hung about in the restaurant and had a couple of drinks before heading over to the bowling alley.
It was a funny old night really. I definitely had more fun than we did the first time we went bowling (on our "date") and I think he did too. It was really relaxed, we had a drink while we were bowling, I managed to stay upright the whole time. What's not to enjoy about that!
And I beat him. Twice. By heaps. It was brilliant. There was no pressure to impress, I could just be my true self. We laughed so much my stomach hurt!
After bowling, we went for icecream, and took a walk down by the river. He chased some possums (as you do), and we played on the swings. We talked the whole night - just the same getting to know you stuff as always. I enjoy his conversation, he's quite witty, and much more intelligent than most of the men here.
From there, we took a drive up to the lookout (his suggestion), and sat on the benches up there for a while. It got a little bit weird there, its a romantic spot, on the very top of a hill in the centre of town, with 360 degree views. Its stunning. He said some very very odd things, compliments etc. I pulled him up a couple of times. At one point he said something to the effect of "Its not easy being a single guy in Sassville..." to which I replied that he WASN'T single, and he really needed to stop describing himself as such, because its a lie.
We talked a little bit about his business, I asked him why he'd moved all that way to start it in Sassville, when he could have stayed in the city with his girlfriend. After all, if he's only planning to stay for a couple of years and then sell it off, its a lot of effort to put in only to see someone else take it over.
He said he wouldn't sell it as a business, he'd shut the business down and sell the building.
I told him in that case he was nuts. Why would you put your heart and soul into something just to shut it down? Whats the point?
He said he didn't know what he was going to do yet, he might still be in Sassville when he's 100. Hate to be indecisive!!
In the car on the way home, he was giving me advice:
"You know, you should stop looking for a boyfriend, then one'd show up."
"I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I've given up. Men are all quite quite mad, and I'm happier on my own. I've had enough. I'm taking a break for a while."
"I don't know why you can't find a nice bloke. You're a great girl, if I wasn't attached, I'd go out with you."
"Thanks a lot."
"Well, I'm not saying that you'd want to go out with me, but I'd like to go out with you."
I changed the subject at this point. I'm not going to say "Oh, I'd like to go out with you too". What flaming rubbish. Thats what he was fishing for, but I'm not playing that game. That is just an inappropriate thing to say really. What's he looking for? The safety net of having a relationship to jump into should he decide to break up with his girlfriend? I'm not playing into that.
Then he say's "I thought you would have worn that nice brown top that you had on last week"
He thought I would have worn it because he'd said several times during the week that he liked it. Well, again, not playing that game.
"You should wear it tomorrow, and I'll come down and see you"
"I don't think so! What on earth makes you think you can dictate what I'll wear! I'll wear it when I want to, not when you tell me to!" Laughing
The bugger of it was, I already had the top ironed and ready to wear the next day. Its new, and I love it - it fits beautifully, and is this sort of funky chinese style that is flattering in ways I had never imagined a top could be. I love it!!
So I didn't wear it, I chose something else instead, just a t-shirt and some cargoes. There's a part of me that knows that if I had worn the top that he wanted, he would have considered that a victory of some sort, and would have thought that I'd done it for him. At the same time, I don't know if NOT wearing it sends a similar message. I changed my mind about it, because he said that I should, and I was crossing him, but by crossing him, I was going back on a decision that I had already made for myself.
Does that even make sense? I'd decided to wear the damn top on Friday about three days earlier, washed it, ironed it (and I do not iron) and had it all layed out ready to go. Then I didn't wear it, to spite him. It just seems rather silly. I should do what I want to do, not the opposite of what he wants me to do, especially if what he wants is what I want.
I think my brain is going to explode!
Anyway, back to the original story, we got home to Sassville about midnight. Which was about 2 hours after I thought we'd get back. I got the very strong impression that the watchmaker was stalling me, so that I couldn't get back to spend some time with my African friend.
If that was indeed his aim, he succeeded. I missed them at the Art Ladys house by about 15 minutes. But my African man came into work the next morning, I apologised for missing him, he told me how disappointed he was. We exchanged phone numbers, he said he'd call me.
He called last night, and again this morning. He's very sweet, and interesting to speak to - Africa is a fascinating place, and I'm learning a lot from him. I really don't know what will happen here - but I'm just going to keep going with the flow.
I think that should be my new motto really - Just Going With The Flow.
Never a dull moment in Sassville.
Things I have done this week that I haven't done in ages:
Climbed a tree
Cracked a whip
Got bitten by a dog (playfully)
Had ice put down my pants and top
Ate violently green coloured icing
Danced in daylight in public
God I love my life.
Saturday Night:
Ring Ring Ring. This is the watchmaker speaking... Smalltalk... I'm just wondering if we can be friends? Just Friends?
Well, sure watchmaker, I guess. I didn't really see this heading that way, but, sure. I enjoy your company, I'd be happy to be friends with you.
Great. Thanks. I hope you understand my thinking on this...
(Me thinking, well, no actually I don't understand your thinking on this...)
Generic friendly conversation... peppered with:
I think you're great, you've got a beautiful smile, you always look so fresh and happy and you're heaps fun to be around... you're hot... I like you... you're smart... you're pretty...
Ri-i-i-ight... so I'm sorry, I don't get it. Why don't you want to date me??
Because I've got a girlfriend. We've been going out for four years.
**SSHHOOCCKK**
But you told me you were single?
Yeah I know I did, sorry about that. I lied.
You told me you were single and we've been out!!?!!
Yeah, I'm really sorry. I know I led you on.
(Me Thinking What The Hell??)
You're sorry?
Yeah, I'm really sorry, that was a horrible thing for me to do to you.
Damn straight that was a mean thing to do - you led me to believe that something was going to happen here, when you have a GirlFriend. Thats truly truly messed up.
I know, I'm sorry.
Rants On Making Him Feel Terrible for a short period of time, until satisfied that he has fully comprehended what an asshole act this has been.
Can we still be friends?
I really don't know. I mean, you want to come to my place and watch DVD's and stuff, and I just don't know how comfortable I am with that. I mean - You Have A GirlFriend. I just don't know that I'm happy to be put in a position that could potentially expose me to ridicule. But at the same time, I enjoy your company, and I would like to be friends with you...
I'll say Yes. We can be friends, on the following conditions:
Your girlfriend is told that I exist, that we are friends, and that you will be spending time with me alone in my home and at other venues. If she is ok with that, then I am ok with it.
And:
You never lie to me again.
Ok. I can do that.
Good. Then we can be friends. I just really don't understand why you felt that you had to lie to me about this. Why didn't you just say straight up that you have a girlfriend? It would've made things much simpler.
I just don't want everyone in town knowing my business.
Ri-i-i-gh-t. Thats a bullshit reason to lie about having a girlfriend. If I was her, I'd kick your arse for pretending that I didn't exist. Thats a shit way to behave. And why the hell would you lie about that and then behave the way that you did?
I know. I'm sorry. I'm truly truly sorry.
I do believe that he is truly sorry for what he's done. At the same time, his behaviour is very very confusing.
We chat every day by txt, and he drops past my shop and I drop past his. We enjoy each others company - thats a given. We flirt - I'm not going to deny it. I am a flirt by nature, and I think he is too - and harmless flirting is fine. But I wonder if he oversteps the boundaries sometimes. I don't even know if he does or not.
Does a platonic friend who has a girlfriend sign off txts with x? Thats a kiss isn't it? I don't do that to any of my friends, do you?
Does a platonic friend who has a girlfriend give beautiful compliments with alarming regularity? Compliments make me extremely uncomfortable.
Does a platonic friend who has a girlfriend deliver random gifts of fruit to ones office? Giftwrapped fruit?
If he oversteps the boundary in a way that is obvious, I'm going to pull him up on it. I just don't know what his caper is. For mine - He has a girlfriend. I am going to behave in the same manner with him as I do with Shane. Thats a fairly easy benchmark to work to, as the relationship is similar.
We flirt, but there is nothing in it, we're just mates. I don't think any girl who was interested in Shane - or a girlfriend, if he had one - would feel threatened in any way by me and my relationship with Shane. Keeping it on the same level as that with the watchmaker will mean that I'm keeping up my end at least.
And HOORAY!! I'm keeping up my fantastic track record of picking men who are FREAKING BLINKING HOPELESS. I finally thought I'd found a good one too. Spew. Spew. Spew.
Oh, well, back to the drawing board I guess.
I'm supposed to be going out with the watchmaker tomorrow night - the plan was to head to a nearby town for dinner, but I'm not sure if thats what is happening. He was checking out what foreign films were on to see if we could do that instead when I saw him this afternoon.
We'll see how it all works out. We had lunch today, and that was nice. He's great company.
MMEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWEEEEEEEEEEEEWEWEWE.
(That would be a wail of confusion and frustration and disappointment)
Its been an awfully big week.
Firstly, I didn't go riding with the watchmaker, he cancelled in the morning of the day we were supposed to go. Something had come up workwise. EXCELLENT, on two counts.
One - I didn't have to go riding. YAY!! (Though I will have it known that I was totally and completely ready to go riding. I'd even dug out my old helmet and everything.)
Two - Guilt Ammo. The women reading this will know what I mean. It is the first item to be added to the list of things he has done "wrong". Not bad things, just things that I can bag him about.
Which I did, over lunch that day. Lunch was lovely, I must say, I just really enjoy his company. Its been a while since I've enjoyed the sort of quick witted banter that we partake of. It is reminiscent in some ways of the conversations that I used to have with the STUD, before he fell off the planet and stopped replying to my emails...
Its becoming quite interesting - its a game really. He throws weird facts out to me, and I match them, and then he matches mine, and so on. It can be hard to tell when he's being a smartarse and when he's being serious. I do enjoy the game-ish aspect of our conversation, and its nice to have someone who stretches me and allows me to exercise my intelligence. I've missed that.
He's surprising in a lot of ways. Pleasant ways.
The day after we had lunch was Valentines Day, and I got bupkus, thanks for asking. Not that I was expecting anything - I mean, we've only been out once, twice if you count lunch (which I don't) and three times if you count the pub (which again I don't). So I would think he was odd if he did the whole corporate buy-in buy-up thing. It's not really my scene anyway, I'd rather he do something fun with me than something sickeningly romantic.
Or romantic in a non-sickening way. Which is hard to escape at Valentines, because of its commercial nature. I don't think that there is really anything that you can do on Valentines that isn't completely cliched.
So we are going out again soon, no date set as yet, but I daresay it will be next week.
Work has been great these last couple of weeks, and things look like they will be on the up and up in the search for a new full time job too. I've got an interview on Monday morning for a fantastic job (and well paid too) so I hope that it goes well. It should, I just have this really positive feeling about it.
Nicky has started Kindergarten / Preschool depending on where you live, and she loves it. Its her birthday next week, and we're having a big party for her in town, with Mr D. and Shell, and both sides of the family coming together to celebrate with her. It should be lovely - I feel really happy that we can do that for her, not have to have two seperate parties. I just think its a really positive thing that she knows that we all love her and each other and that we are family regardless of what else is going on, or who lives with whom and all that other stuff.
Mr. D. and Shell got the loan through for their house, so in the next couple of weeks they will be moving in together. Nicky is a bit worried about it, she's been talking about how she just wants it to be her and her daddy. I guess that's pretty normal - on questioning her it becomes clear that she does like Shell, and Shells little boy, but she likes to have her dad to herself. As long as Mr. D. can keep on top of the situation, give her lots of attention and one on one time and let her know that he loves her heaps, I think it will be OK.
Its a hard situation for her, but I hope that we can all work it out - again, I'm so grateful that we all have such a good relationship. I know I can talk just as easily to Shell as I can to Mr. D. and that they both have Nickys best interests at heart.
I'm off to Benalla tomorrow, and its going to be an early morning, so I'd better get going.
Keep Safe.
Sass.
A new date has been semi-set.
At some stage this week, unless some unforseen circumstance, like a freak storm ravaging Sassville, or flash flooding, or earthquakes or some other natural disaster should occur, the watchmaker and I will be heading out on our bikes.
God help me.
If I can go arse over in the middle of a perfectly well designed bowling alley, how am I ever going to stay upright on a wobbly old bike heading down a narrow dirt track??
This will undoubtedly end badly.
Or maybe not...
Depends on whether you think minor lacerations and gravel rash are sexy or not I guess!!
"Standing Outside The Fire"
We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
[ www.azlyrics.com ]
I'm happy to be burnt, to wear my scars with pride.
I'm happy to keep stepping into the fire, on the chance that love exists.
I'd rather be a fool than cool, rather be weak than strong.
At the end of the day, I will have at least had the experience, with whatever that brings with it.
Mood: Elated
I can't even begin to tell you how big the smile is on my face right now.
Stace informs me that I am going to split my cheeks if it gets any bigger, and everywhere I go, people are asking me why I'm so happy. Considering that I am a pretty bubbly happy person most of the time anyway, there has been a dramatic increase in the level of my JOY that has brought them to ask the question.
Friday went EXCEPTIONALLY well, with the obligitory Sass-making-an-arse-of-herself section.
The watchmaker picked me up at six, in his lovely Holden (Tick!) that he informed me that he had washed specially for the occasion. (So I wouldn't think he was a pig. As if!)
So we head into town, to get a pizza. Chat the whole way, (its a half hour drive) about this and that, joking about different things. He's very funny - I often can't pick if he's making fun of me or not, but he gets this cute twinkle in his eye...
Anyway. So we head to the pizza shop, and before we are even half way to town he's talking in a general sort of way about what we could do next time... asking if I have a bike (which I do, but have never ridden - long story, I bought it when we moved here in a fit of fittness fever.) and if I'd like to ride the local bike trail with him one day.
I had to laugh at this - I am possibly the most lazy person you have ever met, and the image of me riding along the trail next to this spunk made me crack up! However, always game for a new challenge, I said I would probably have a crack at it with him.
We ordered our pizza - he paid, you will be pleased to note JtH and Sponky and all you other non-rabid-feminists out there. He ordered the pizza, garlic bread and a couple of drinks, which we then got to go, so that we could eat in the park.
We headed to the Botanical Gardens (beautiful this time of the year) and sat on the grass and ate our pizza. It was lovely. Very relaxing, and our disturbing conversation had me in stitches. Between the two of us, we know some truly, truly disturbing stuff. It's nice to meet someone else who just has a head full of useless and pointless information. Though his useless facts tended to be more organic than mine, which tend towards the esoteric.
After the pizza, we took a walk up the main street, which took us about an hour all up. We window shopped, chatted, laughed, carried on like children. Throughout the night, he kept making reference to HOT GIRLS.
"Oh, the girls in Adelaide are HOT."
"There were heaps of HOT GIRLS at the Tennis"
and so on.
As we walked past the cinema, he pointed out a poster with some actress on it... I can't even remember who it was now, and said "Oh, she's HOT." "Mmm, you're right, she's quite pretty. But Heath Ledger - now he's HOT"
"Yeah, he looks a lot like me really"
I laughed at that, and took my revenge... "Nah, you look more like Rowan Aitkenson!"
"You think Rowan Aitkenson is hot?"
"Sure. I think funny men are hot."
"Am I funny??"
Pause. Thoughtful look.
"Sometimes... "
Then he did that thing again. "I want to see that Memoirs of a Giesha, we'll have to do that."
"What, tonight?"
"Nah, next time."
NEXT TIME.
So we walked back to the car, and then there was discussion about what we should do next. We decided on Ten Pin Bowling, and off we went. He has big feet. And carries spare socks in his car.
I whipped his arse in the first game - not with the intention of whipping his arse, I haven't played in years, but he was incredibly shit.
Then I did the most embarrassing thing - it was bound to happen, it was just a matter of when.
I fell over. In the middle of the bowling alley. Loudly. On the wooden, echo-y floor. Right in front of him.
It hurt like a bastard.
For the rest of the night, he made jokes about tripping me over...
After the games, he drove me home, and dropped me off. It was a reasonably early night, but he had to work the next day, and travel to do it, so I guess that's understandable.
No kiss goodnight, but on reflection, I think that is a good thing. It was just a lovely, gentle, getting to know you kind of date. And we both obviously had a good time - he is ringing me later this week to organize what we are doing next time. I think a kiss would have spoilt it actually.
He's a lovely lovely man, and I really like him. The only thing that I wonder about is that he talks about these Hot Women. I wonder if he is including me in that category (which I personally would think is unlikely, but my girlfriends have said that they will belt me one if I say that again... don't tell them OK??!!) or if perhaps there is some other message that I'm supposed to be getting that I'm not?
I'm trying not to overanalyse this, to just go with the flow. So far the flow is fantastic, and I'm enjoying the ride.
It isn't leaving me a lot of time to post though, sorry about that. I'll get here as often as I can to keep you up to date. XOXO
God, I can't wait for Friday.
Each day is stretching out before me, filled with the most delicious nervous anticipation... in a good way.
I really like this guy. Not just because he's hot (because he is) but because I really enjoy talking to him. He's just a lovely person.
We did a fruit swap today... he got plums, I got grapes. I think I was ripped off. Actually, I know I was! But I got the tour of the shop, and he delivered my plate back down to work for me, so you have to be happy about that.
AND!!! he FINALLY fitted my watch band, and it looks lovely. So I guess he must be confident that he'll see me anyway, even if I don't have to come into the shop to see about the watch. HOORAY!!!!
Off to try and get some sleep - sleeping so badly lately, and I want to look good for Friday - big black bags under my eyes is not such a good look!!
Mood: Happy.
Well, I'm a bit embarassed to say that nearly all of my great plans have come to nothing.
1. Boys. Well, I did get rid of the Farmboy. There was a distraction free period of about three minutes where I was single and fancy free.
Do you remember the watchmaker? I think I've mentioned him once or twice. He's just moved back to Sassville, after living in Adelaide (does everyone live there?? LOL) for a couple of years.
He's set up a new business in town, with his Dad, who is also a watchmaker. Its on the main street, and I went in in late December to get him to fit a new watchband to my watch. Santa decided to pay for it, when Christmas rolled around.
I'm still waiting for my watchband... which I'm not totally crushed about, because there are worse things than having to visit the watchmakers occasionally to chase it up and be served by the Calvin Klien Model Hotness that is the watchmaker.
This week just gone turned out to be quite interesting. The watchmaker had come to (yet another) standstill on getting my band, and had offered me some alternatives (again) which he said he would fit for me if I left my watch with him overnight. So he took my watch on Tuesday, and dropped it back to my office on Wednesday (he dropped it off to my office!!!) but he hadn't fixed it!! (Again!!) This has been going on since December.
So he said that if I headed up to the shop on Friday, he'd check with one last supplier, and get some other alternatives together for me, and we could sit down and go through the options.
I said, no worries, I'll head down about 4.30 on Friday, but I can only stay until 5, as I have to be at the pub to do the raffle at 5. All fine.
Later that same day... My girlfriend came into work with her little bub. She had her hubbies broken watch with her, and in a not-at-all-engineered kind of way, I ended up taking the bub for a walk so that she could get her work done, and dropped into the watchmakers to get the watch fixed for her. Aren't I charitable?? LOL
So while I'm in there, and he's replacing the battery in the watch, he says to me "So is there bingo on at the pub on Friday as well?"
"No, no bingo I'm afraid."
"Thats a pity... if there was bingo you could convince me to come over." Smiles.
"Well, no, sorry, no bingo. Besides, you aren't much of a pub person anyway are you?"
"Depends on the company I guess..."
"What kind of company would you require?"
"Oh, well, I don't know..."
MMM. Interesting... The conversation then moved on to what we both did on weekends, and pets and other stuff.
"Well, I am going to head over to the pub on Friday, so I'll see you there?"
"Sure, but you know this means you have to buy a ticket from me!" Laughing
"I can do that. Here's the watch. All fixed. Just needed a new battery."
"Thanks! How much do I owe you?"
"Don't worry about it. You can buy me a beer on Friday. And I have to challenge you to a game of pool too, if you're up for it?"
Swoon.
So Friday rolled around, and I headed up at 4.30. He'd managed to find a band in the rose gold that I love, but it was just so fussy and chunky, it wasn't me at all. I picked a different one instead, and he refused to fit it. He's going to check with a couple of other watchmakers, because he wants to get me the one that I want.
Later he joined me at the pub, and was lovely. We chatted and stuff, until at about 7.30pm, he had to drop his mate off at home. He turned to me and asked me if I'd still be there if he came back. Naturally I would be... after all, its not everyday that someone of that level of hot sweet niceness wants to spend time with you...
So when he came back, we played pool, (I beat him two games to one!) and had lots of interesting conversation...
He asked me out to breakfast on Sunday. I said no.
He asked me out for pizza during the week. I said yes.
He asked me to decide which night suited me, and to let him know.
He also said that the reason he hadn't fixed my watch yet was because if he did, I'd stop coming in to the shop, and he likes to see me. AWWWW.
2. The car. Advice from all sources is that I would be better off to keep it. Because I won't get back nearly enough to buy something decent, its reliable, and really not that heavy on the tires and petrol comparitively.
Plus I ran into a stump today, and now the front bumper is rooted. Think I need driving lessons.
3. My Job. I've spoken to the Management Committee and they understand what I have to do. I've started applying for other work, and I'm waiting to see how I go.
4. Fridays at the Pub. Well, last Friday was my last night on the raffle, so I'll be out for the next four weeks at least. I'm making the pizza date with the watchmaker for this Friday (hope he's free) and that will take out at least one issue. I can't give it up completely, after all, its one of the major fundraisers that we have for the Kinder and the Childcare Centre.
So although I haven't hit all my targets, I have ended up with some solutions.
I will get a new job.
I will keep my car.
I will cut down on my time at the pub.
I'm spending time with a complete hottie!!.
Hooray for resolutions that don't work out as planned!!
