show us your special moves

I had a very blokey weekend last weekend. It started with an unexpected invite to the football (league) with my good friend B. It was his favourite team playing in an apparent important season clash with another local team.

All very exciting I must say. I had the opportunity to be a complete bogan and a total bloke! Loved it. The atmosphere was amazing, we had a mixture of fans in the group from both sides and there was plenty of match banter exchanged. I drank way to many wines thinking it was possible to keep up with the boys beer for beer or in my case beer for wine. YIKES!

The next day whilst recovering from the football fun and getting ready for my epic shoot that I'd been preparing for all week I get a message from another guy friend saying that he was down at Bondi and I should join them for a drink. Now, whilst I can definitely say no when needed this situation was different.

Said friend is someone whom I had been trying unsuccessfully to catch up with, either I had been away when he was in town or had missed his calls etc....anyway since it worked out that it was a) the afternoon when he called and b) it meant I could still get enough rest and have some fun before my 3 days of night shooting coming up, I felt I should go. Oh and he also happened to play for the team I had seen play and win the night before, so it felt rude not to continue the football themed weekend.

Now this guy is quite interesting, he's a musician and a footballer, has amazing tattoos adorning his quite spectacular arms and is well...really really hot.

I meet him and the boys for pleasant afternoon drinks which continues later on to another local haunt whereby we take over and own the jukebox and rock out for a few hours. Unfortunately I have to leave at midnight which was my own self proposed curfew time ....boo! I was having so much fun too. Not that there is anything there to talk about that's relevant to the point of my blog. He's hot and I would definitely go there but he is a mate and he has a girl. Game over and I'd rather keep him as a mate since hot men have hot friends right?!??!!?

Right? Well maybe one or two. Another friend of his and someone I know who also used to be a footballer was with us too. At one point in the night when clearly I had had enough beers to drop the inhibitions I found myself sniffing both guys (yes they both smelt amazing! FARKK!!!! enough to drive you man!) and inspecting their special V muscle - you know the one, the one that starts at the sides of the pelvis and points down to...... yes us girls love it and I was giving it a good go at the inspection process. Neither of them seemed to mind and frankly I had a good old touch up of both men. Such a dirty perve...I sometimes fear this kind of behaviour is verging on the cougar...!

Hope not! But I enjoyed it anyway and if you can get away with it then why not eh?!

Raffle winner and then some

So last week I attended my running clubs cocktail party to celebrate our momentous fundraising effort. A grand $22k! I won the first prize in the raffle too which was 2 nights accommodation for 2 in the snow, which would have been awesome had a nice partner to go with but as we all know I don't, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this blog!

Not wanting to be one of those people who hangs on to such items in the hope that Mr Right or even Mr Right now comes along and fancies it, I swapped it with the guy who won second prize which was a new pair of Asics trainers! Yes I needed new ones desperately and this was a much more practical a prize for me.

So, with my winning voucher for new shoes in hand I popped off into the the city to try my luck with the men of sydney. Might as well, I was on a winning streak after all!

Having already consumed quite a lot of free champagne at the fundraising event I arrived at a friends soiree in a reasonably posh wine bar in the city a little on the tiddly side. This however didn't seem to bother me as I polished off some more wine, spoke with various men in the balcony in an effort to entice smokes out of them (filthy habit and only done when on the wrong side of tipsy) and got free cocktails out of the bar man who has had a crush on me for about 5 years! He swapped cocktails for kisses. I see no problem with that whatsoever!

My friend and I then tipple off to another venue where I knew a rather hot man would be. This was the man I have previously referenced in the blog as hot with bad hair. Very bad hair!

He gets my friend and I in the club with no hassles form the people at the door, thankfully, I hate cues and I hate paying to get into anywhere.

He was looking smoking! Having cut his hair and recently come back from a trip to Europe, tanned and fit. I was all over him like a cheap safari suit. Nothing to do with the 10 million drinks I had consumed oh no!

He makes me drink some kind of shot and then it was time to go home apparently. Probably a good thing, my limbs had stopped responding to the commands of my brain. We go back to mine and well have some special cuddle time. I am probably a bit useless though as I am really quite outrageously drunk by now. What the hell was in that shot??! I have to blame someone other than me right??

He's got an amazing body and soft smooth skin...wow!

He leaves to go to work in the morning (so he says, I mean who's to know that is true?). Monster hangover all day prevents me from doing anything at all, I can't even lift my head to drink my coffee. YUCK!

A week later I still haven't heard from him, so I decided I'll send him a text message with a cheeky message, it went like this:

"Hi Stranger, what's with not contacting me, did you just use me?? :(("

I mean f*ck it! Why not!! He responds not long after with "I've been really busy all week, not ignoring you are you out tonight?"

Me: "not a good enough excuse! No I am not out tonight."

I've decided to take no prisoners or accept crap reasons from dickheads. About time I stood up for myself.

Yay to me!

Running into the exes

Just over a week ago I completed the City to Surf race which I have been training for in the past 10 weeks.

At the end of the race I joined my running group and immediately bumped into a guy I have had a huge crush on for ages.

Well, correction...I was seeing him at the end of last year, well...in the loosest sense of the term. Ok he was a fuck buddy. But a bloody good one at that and I was keen for more.

Unfortunately said FB went off on some trip for a month in a charity fundraising thing and from what I hear literally shagged his way around Australia.

Fair play but I was a little smitten and so it was a bit of a blow. I bumped into him a couple of times after that trip but it was all over and he had well and truly moved on at least about 10 more girls since then.

As is the norm when you have an unrequited love crush you play over and over the next time you might bump into said crush no doubt looking fabulous and amazing, hopefully having just won the lotto or sporting a body to die for...no biccies here thanks very much.

Not so, I bump into him red faced and sweaty having just run 14kms and wearing running tights. This is not what I had envisaged. We spoke and made polite conversation whilst I secretly perved and checked out his package imagining again what was beneath those shorts. Oh love crush why don't you crush me back???

The usual thing after the city to surf race is for the entirety of Bondi to go to the local pub, I asked FB if he was going to do the same but shock, horror he was breaking with tradition by going to a mates bbq instead and also breaking my heart at the same time. Well, only a little bit.

So off myself and my little running friend go (who incidentally runs into a recent ex on the way). This day is turning bizarre for exes making a comeback. We get down to the pub and stack up on beers and vodkas and yes both me and my friend bump into yet more exes.

I see the guy I ran away from on the dance floor last week. Highly embarrassing I have to say. Sydney is so small! I say hello and we have a polite chat but I am so mortified I have to just turn away from him as soon as is possible.

Later as I go to leave having consumed 8 beers and in dire need of a pizza I leave the pub to be asked by a man on a motorbike for directions and guess who it was???? LIBRARY BOY!!!!

Good lord this day is weird! He tells me he is going to see a friend and will call me later. Which of course he doesn't but hey I am sure I will see him soon. He keeps popping in and out of my life after all.

Running in more ways than one

Last Saturday my training group did a 14.1km run which involved taking on the infamous 'heartbreak hill', the hill that everyone fears in the Sydney iconic race City to Surf.

I ran with a good friend of mine and we were pumped! We ran the entire thing not stopping once and I felt great afterwards. The fact that our trainers are hot has nothing to do with me wanting to seem fit as a fiddle and a high achiever in the fitness stakes, oh no!! It does bloody help actually and it's good to talk with said trainers after each run so I can do a tiny bit of swooning whilst talking some rubbish about my knee/thigh/buttocks - all relevant and it depends on how flirty I am feeling as to which body part is up for discussion.

Later that day my sidekick and I went out for drinks firstly in Bondi to The Beach Road, it was empty but sidekick find someone she was interested in so that was a good start. We then ventured to the Sheaf in Double Bay. Always loaded with men and boys. It didn't disappoint in the number, the quality was another thing.

Not as successful as we would have liked. The man pawing was at top level that evening and at one point I literally got thrown on to the dance floor by a 26 year old bean pole - he was cute and at least 7 foot. But he towered over me and in a crowded room with an imposing shape over me I felt completely overwhelmed and had to run away. Which I did, as soon as he turned around to do some seductive move he felt necessary (which I found it a but cringe worthy) and made my escape. I picked up my little friend and we left at midnight like a couple of old dears and went home to put our PJ's on.....

....this could be the end! Let's hope not! City to Surf here we come!!! There's always fun to be had at The Beach Road after.

Rugby rugby rugby

Went and saw my local rugby team play recently. I go on the pretence I am going to watch the game. This is of course rubbish. The place is so full of men I can hardly contain myself! I literally don't know where to look or what to do.

It's swarming with men of all shapes, sizes, colours and tastes. For the discerning single lady this is a smorgasboard of testosterone and you are welcome to take your pick!

For a start I don't think it's a bad thing that a chick been seen at the local rugby drinking beer. It speaks volumes about the fact that you are a down to earth, normal chick who could quite easily fit in with a mans life. It also allows you to converse with many men all at once during the day when they are more relaxed. You can have blokey conversations and get away with it. I love it!

The fact is there is something attractive about the overpowering manliness of rugby. It's alluring to the loins and I'm not the only chick who thinks so. There is a lot to be said for the 'footy chick' phenomenon. It's been investigated extensively and whilst it has a bad name from the NRL players who, on occasion, take it too far the fact is big burly men in a group is attractive to a lot of women. Perhaps it is a caveman thing. It's hard to describe but you can bet that most women want a strong man as a potential partner and what better than a sporting man since this is a forum for showing off such strength.

I didn't pull a footy player as such on this occasion but whilst having drinks later at The Sheaf in Double Bay I did bump into an NRL player who had his fair share of female attention and frankly he was loving it! So long as he doesn't do anything naughty I can't seen anything wrong with it. Women use their sexual power all the time, why shouldn't a sporting man be able to use his footballing prowess for the purposes of getting some?!

I was happy just to hang out with my male friends and get some man talk in!!!