All The Small Things

Mood: Flattered
Listening to: Text messages arriving

So, Miss Tink you are going to get a kick out of this!!!

Guess who I have a date with tomorrow night??

Give you a big hint... Back in the day, BB (Before Boys interested me in the slightest) (and yes folks, believe me there was such a time!!) I would use the name of a certain young man to ward off any questions about my love life...

"Who do you like Sass??"

(Knowing the social unacceptability of saying all boys are dumb, Sass replies with...)

"Shane"

He he he.

 

Hadn't seen the guy in years. Much like Bo returning from the dead, he resurfaced after a while as the erstwhile boyfriend of a workmate of mine. They broke up just as I left that job, and I hadn't seen him in the two years since.

Again, like Bo escaping from a desert island after a plane crash, I bumped into him at the Rod Run. He's the one that I grew up with... "We must catch up!" "Oh yes! We must!" Not really expecting to any time soon, but nice thought.

He rang me today, and I was in town, so he invited me around, so I went, and we chatted for an hour or so, then I left.

For the record, I was wearing pigtails, and looking rather stylish... NOT!!! (To add to the shame, I had actually been wearing pigtails all day at work, so I couldn't just take them out either!)

Text this evening:

"By the way, you did look cute with the ponytails. He he. Would you like to catch up on the weekend?"

Dicussion ensued, and Shane will be joining me tomorrow night at the Vic for a quiet beverage, a game of pool and possibly dinner.

Which may prove interesting, as Friday is Guy #1 & #2 spotting night at the pub! LOL Perhaps they shall be so jealous of Shane that they will slap each other with gloves and duel over me with pistols?? Not likely.

On the very very upside, Shane is at LEAST as hot as those guys, with the added advantage that I know him and can speak to him without wanting to vomit. That's got to be a plus!

Went out with ME last night, and the Boy Boarder came along too. Which was good, because although ME is a nice guy, I'd be struggling if I had to spend the whole night with just him. Just not really my type, and quite hard to talk to. Although, he just sent me a text inviting me out this weekend (I've said no thankyou) so he obviously had a better time than I did!

I struggled to have a conversation with him, although I tried really really, REALLY hard, he was just hard to talk to. I don't know what to say to a person in those uncomfortable silences, and my ability to banter for extended periods about dog breeds and Commodores was sorely tested. Sorely.

I actually said to my mentor today that I struggled talking to people in that sort of situation - she said that she wouldn't have said that about me at all - she thought that I excelled at that. Isn't it funny that people percieve you so very differently to how you percieve yourself?

I don't think I'm a terrible conversationalist, actually, I'm quite reasonable, I just that I acknowledge that it isn't one of my real strengths, not something that I have supreme confidence in.

How weird is my life at the moment. Stay tuned for the next exciting installment...