All The Small Things

Mood: Bit antsy.
Listening to: Benchwarmers.

Here we are folks, another Monday in downtown Sassville.

I actually quite like Mondays. They are MY day. The day that I can come to work, collect all my personal emails, reply to them, get all the mail done, be super-dooper efficiant, and that in turn makes my whole week simpler.

And I get to blog. Thats possibly my biggest highlight.

I have just scored a laptop, with unlimited internet for the next month so I should be able to blog more often - for the month at least!

Its been another interesting week. The week that Bloke and I decided that we probably were actually dating, and then he immediately gave notice on his job. Which means that he'll only be in town for another 3 weeks all going according to plan. Then we will be all over red rover.  Boo & Yay!

Its a bit of a relief to know that the situation isn't going to continue indefinitely. It bugs the hell out of me that I'm dating him to be perfectly honest. I don't mean that he bugs me - actually I really do enjoy his company, and we get along quite well. Its more that I really don't know why I'm dating him, knowing full well that there isn't any future in it, and every chance that I will yet again be hurt emotionally at the end of it.

I know that I will miss our conversations for example. And while intellectually I realise that him leaving need not necessarily be the end of our friendship, I know that in reality it will be. Our commonality comes from living in the same town. Our lives and interests are so very different. As he is so fond of reminding me. And we haven't got a future together anyway - again, why am I dating him?? Plus, honestly, if he say's to me one more time that I can do better, I may become violent.

And I'm not a violent person. It just really irritates me when people who are GOOD people undervalue themselves like that. And perhaps a little because I feel that he's overvalueing me. And it bothers me that he is making a judgement of me that I should be with a particular sort of person.

Bloke thinks that I should be dating someone "smart and educated and professional. A doctor or lawyer or accountant or something". Well bugger me. That only rules out EVERYONE in this TOWN!!!!

Except the new doctor, who is single, but really really really not my type. But thats beside the point.

His point was that I should be with someone who is as intelligent as I am. (His words not mine).

I got really, REALLY angry at that. Which in hindsight was a bit juvenile of me! However. Assuming that I am more intelliegent than the majority of men in this town just because I speak properly and read more than just magazines occasionally, and enjoy weird things like conversation, politics, and the ABC... OK, well maybe it is a fair call after all. But at the same time, it is no less demeaning than assuming that I have a lower level of intelligence because I am a single mother, drive a ford, or sometimes wear my hair in pigtails.

Take it for what it is. A compliment. Be calm Sass. Breathe.

On the far more bright side, I hope to be off to Adelaide in January, and I am much looking forward to the trip. I've started saving (Miss Limabean, this is for you!). You will be pleased to know that I have the airfare already and am currently working on some serious spending money. However Christmas is approaching with alarming speed, so don't be too horrified if I am driven to request a number of $ free activities. I'm quite sure that The HBK already has a number in mind!

And for the general knowledge of the world - I got hit on yesterday in Grants. While being mildly amusing, it really made my whole day more pleasant. Men are nice aren't they. Especially the attractive young ones. Mmm. And he was working in the Hardware store. Not a Doctor/ Lawyer / Accountant. (Have you ever met an Accountant who is even remotely attractive???)

Though I do think its funny that I've never dated someone who was overly bright. Or educated for that matter. Or worked in an office. I've only ever been with men who worked in more earthy persuits. Mechanics, farm hands, Bloke spreads fertilizer for goodness sake! Mr D is a chef, and Vin was a baker - but thats about as professional as it gets. Perhaps he has a point.

So there you go - The HBK, you will be the first office possum I've ever dated, should we actually go through with the date. Should you not run screaming in the opposite direction when you see me. 8 years old is a bloody old photo!!

I don't even know that this blog entry makes a lot of sense, but I'm not really in a proof reading mood. So, deepest apologies if its very hard to follow!

Going home to light the fire, I'll need to throw on some nice dry (b)logs, hahahahaha,

(Yes, I am aware that that was a crappy joke)

Sass.