It's a small world after all...
So I went rock and roll dancing last weekend, as you already know. At that dance, I danced with a gentleman who asked me to, and it was awesome cool fun.
This gentleman was involved with a play that came to town this weekend, and I offered to help with the advertising of same and gave him my email etc.
So we've been conversing throughout the week, and I couldn't for the life of me shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere.
And then it struck me, I DID know him. He was the random stranger from a little cafe who'd bought me a bunch of flowers because he thought I looked sad about a year ago. How sweet is that?
So it turns out that his girlfriend is the mother of a boy that I went to school with, and both the gentleman and his girlfriend were out last night for the play. I went along with GM's mum, and it was the funniest thing I think I've ever seen. After the show, I headed over to the pub with the cast and crew, where we joined the bikie gang that were in town, and a gang of fishermen.
Typical night out in Sassville, there was dancing, drinking, pool and laughter. Oh, and the obligatory marriage proposal of course. Why is it that when men are liquored up they think I'm marriage material, but when they sober up they change their little itty bitty minds?
I got home about 2.30am, and managed to get up this morning without a hangover. Yay!
I'm missing GM terribly - I just got off the phone with him and it sounds like he's going to be away until Christmas time. I don't know how I'm going to deal with it really. It's this terrible yearning inside, which is horrible.
Last night, interrogation reigned supreme at the pub, lots of folks wanting to know "Well, where's your boyfriend then?"
I know that this is a topic that we've covered before, but I'm still bothered by men assuming that because your significant other isn't present you are fair game.
Point in case: I was playing pool with the director of the play, and a couple from the cast. We had conversations about my boy, about the town, about different silly inconsequential things. The couple left, and as they did, the girl say's to the director "Good luck, let me know how you go in the morning" with a wink. Patently obvious what they thought was going to happen.
I don't understand this. I played pool with four different boys last night. I danced with all the girls, and any of the lads that hit the floor. I paid no one boy any more attention than any other, and there was no reason for this particular man or his friends to think that he was going to be successful in engaging my attentions. I had several conversations about my boyfriend, and when asked what I do here, made sure that I mentioned that I spend time WITH MY BOYFRIEND on the farm, doing this that and the other. Yet still they assume that I'll do the wrong thing. As if I would do that anyway.
It's been a long time since I misbehaved, and even if I was single, I certainly wouldn't be doing anything to mess up a professional relationship with the Director of a Company that will be doing shows in my little Sassville for the forseeable future.
A) I'm not single.
B) I'm not a tart.
C) The words "Good luck, let me know how you go in the morning" are enough to put my back up and make me run in the opposite direction at speed.
So I played pool with the Director and two fishermen until the publican put us out, and then I said goodbye to the director and walked home on my own.
I bumped into the Tease's girlfriend on the way, and she said that she and the Tease had broken up that night. She'd had a fair few to drink, so I don't know if they'd just had a drunken fight, or if they'd broken up for real. I'll have to keep you posted on that one.
I'm feeling rather melancholy tonight, and I'm not really sure why. I guess it's a combination of the custody thing, GM being away, a very very small headache from beverages imbibed, and a feeling that this world isn't as full of people who are innocent and kind as I would like it to be.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
