Birthday Bonk

So yesterday was my birthday.

As far as birthdays go this was a good one. I spent the morning shopping for a new outfit for the night. I went a bit far and spent more than I had planned for but what I got should cover me for a few special occasions.

I then had my hair done and got ready to go out. I had expected that my date from Sunday would call but alas I heard nothing from him.

The night out with the girls was fantastic fun. I spoke to really no boys at all until later in the night when I bumped into a friend whom in all reality there has been a few years of sexual tension between us.

But naughty naughty us we ended up back at mine having more fun than we should have. Oh dear! This man is technically off limits. Ie. In a relationship. Not good. But it was a bit of fun and no harm done.

Got a text from the sunday date. What's with the texts? Can you not call me??! Arrgghh text messaging is the reason I have a low dating quota. I hate being asked out by text! HATE IT!!

To ask or not

I finally plucked up the courage to be bold and take the move to give my number to someone.

This happened at the bar I am working at. Over the years there have been many a time where I have seen guys I have liked and never done anything about it.

For example, I used to take the bus from Bondi to the city everyday a couple of years ago. A guy I thought was hot got on everyday and everyday I secretly perved on him hoping he might notice me. He didn't and after many conversations with the guys at work about possible dropping of my biz card in his hand, he stopped taking the bus and I never saw him again.

So this time I thought 'stuff it' I will go for it. Can't keep letting opportunities to pass me by.

A group of guys in their mid 30's rock into the bar and take a table in my section. All of them are reasonable in looks and they are extremely nice to me. They introduce themselves to me by name and take the time to ask me about myself. We converse and after a couple of drinks and some food they get up to leave. As the last guy leaves I pull him aside and ask him if he would give my number to one of his friends. He agrees and off he goes.

It's a risk since a number of things could happen here. He could not pass it on and keep it for himself. He could pass on it on and said guy throws it away. He could tell some total cock and bull story and really stitch me up.

I put it out there and now I have no control over what happens so I just have to trust the universe to do the right thing!

I finish up my shift and the place is still open so I go downstairs for a drink to wind down from the day. To my surprise the boys are still in the place. I walk by them and say hello again, they seem happy to chat away to me so I take a seat next to the boy who I tried to give my number to. Turns out his mate told him what I said but he didn't believe him and threw the number away! I told him it was fine it was just me taking a chance. He was very sweet and said that if it was genuine then he would take my number there and then.

He did, he sent a text to say it was nice to meet me etc...and then we arranged a date for the sunday. Nice work!

We speak on the saturday briefly to organise and then sunday comes. He picks me up and we go to Bondi for dinner. It was great. He was considerate, easy to talk to, fun and very sweet. He tells me he has an 8 year old daughter. Bit of a shock but then I am in the age range where I kind of have to expect some baggage will come with my mate.

He drops me off and we have a little goodbye kiss. I left with a good fdeeling. He sent me a text the next day to say he enjoyed the date and would I like to meet up again. I did so I told him I was only free on Tuesday. Cool, we agree Tuesday. I had to cancel though due to work commitments and tell him it's best for him to call me Friday and since Friday is my birthday he should do anyway!

So that's date one from my new working situation. This could be worth it after all!

Too busy to blog

Phew! Life has been a bit of a whirlwind of late. Since starting the waitressing job I've gotten really busy with all my other work. Which is great but I hardly have any time for myself anymore.

The success of my waitressing has not been that great. Frankly I have dropped too many drinks over boys to even have any success of getting a date. And any guy who does attempt to ask me out has thus far been too drunk to get the words out. Attractive!

So strike rate has been poor to be honest.

Had a hens party this weekend for a good friend of mine. Lots of drinking, lots of fun. No boys allowed! Except maybe the police but this time it wasn't for me. Or anyone in the group for that matter. We hijacked them purely for the purposes of pictures for the hen.

Closest I have come to matters of the opposite sex is over drunk men trying to kiss me and due to my turning away getting a good old smacker in the ear. Nice!

Let's hope things pick up soon. This is getting ridiculous. About to do something drastic with my looks I think. Something along the lines of hair colour.

A date I can't forget

Today is the 22nd Anniversary of my brothers car accident.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it and him and how awful his life has turned out.

I also never stop thinking about how it has affected my parents ability to be totally free in their latter years and how it drove a huge wedge in our family between all of us as we dealt with our pain separately.

I wish it had never happened for his sakes and all of us. But it did and I have to live with it as I have for the past 22 years and will do for the rest of my life.

I have decided to stay in tonight and treat myself to a relaxing bath and a home cooked meal and appreciate all I have in my life. Like my health, my freedom, my friends, the ability to work, the ability to go to the beach and run and swim and love and decorate my house and basically do all the things my brother can't and never will be able to do.

A new direction

Lately I've had to have a rethink about all things in my life. Not just my approach to my dating life after the disaster of the 'ultimate insult' but also my working life.

I've recently taken on a new part time job not only to up my monetry situation but also my ability to meet more men.

Yes I have taken a position as waitress at the newest hippest spot in town and frankly I think my little plan may work!

Apparently you can suss out the opposite sex without looking like you are by simply paying attention to them as a waitress. The thing is the guys are so polite to you in a way I have never experienced before it's almost refreshing! Let's face it, most of the guys in this city are a bit up themselves and given that there are a huge amount of HOT women vying for their attention they kind of get away with it. Which is annoying as I still believe in chivalry to some extent and so often find myself disappointed by their behaviour.

However, it has been interesting to see the huge difference between the way men and women interact when it comes to meeting on equal gournd - ie. two people meeting in a bar both drinking, both likely to be reasonably high flyers and a little bit uber too cool for each other. The interaction is a little guarded to the point of rudeness and the attitude is the girls play hard to get until the guys move on and then it's all on for the cat fights in the bathrooms for said man the girl had pretended to dismiss. It's far to complicated for me. The boys seems to like the attention of the chicks having a biff over them and well why not! We all like to feel like we are super important to everyone in the world so this kind of slappy slappy between the girls just boosts their already inflated ego's.

So meeting the guys in a different arena whereby they want good service and are paying for it and I am obliged to be polite and give good service for food and entertainment has meant that I can interact with them on a level more comfortable for me. I am enjoying this means of conversing and it allows me to flirt outrageously with them with NO competition from other catty females in the process!

Thus far I have done two shifts and have seen a lot of people I know and some I have previously tried to flirt with in the past only to be overlooked by younger, hotter versions. This time, however, it appears my new waitress status is somewhat more attractive than the tarted up version of me.

A lot of the guys did not even recognise me and when they did they said "wow! Look at you! you look really cute and like a 25 year old! I had no idea that was you". Yes this outfit and new job could definitely work out for me on the dating front. Especially if I get that kind of reaction from my friends! I can only imagine what the other potential males might be thinking. Let's hope for the most part it is relatively nice! Clearly I will come across some unscrupulous arseholes, it's par for the course I would say. Let's pray those ones are few and far between.

I'm hoping to at least get some numbers and offers of dates from some eligible bachelors....I'll keep you posted on my progress.....!!

Still stewing

So it's taken me a long time to get over last weeks comment from the 'ahole' I used to date. In fact, that's a lie, I'm not over it. I'm not sure I will be. It cut pretty deep. But why am I still feeling like this?

I have to be upfront and say that I still had a soft spot for the 'ahole' up until that point and therefore his scathing comment cut a lot deeper than maybe he thought it might, I'm also wondering to myself if what he said is a reflection of the kind of girl I am.

Am I just a girl that you f*ck?

I'd like to think not but this situation got me thinking and I have had a past history of men who seem to treat me in this way. My last serious relationship is something I now view as me being someone that guy f*cked for 4 years before the next thing he was going to fuck came along. Which is did, in the form of many lovers during our time together that I never knew about until his final affair which was significant enough for him to marry after I told him where to go. That didn't feel too good I have to say. Since then there have been a stream of men who basically when I look back on it have really not spent any time at all getting to know me and have had their fun and gone when they have found the next bit of fluff that takes their fancy.

So, this means I am either not worth getting to know or I am giving it up a bit too easily. I'm going to go with the last one since I already know I am worth getting to know and most of these men wouldn't know a good thing if it came and slapped them in the face, which it did, in the form of me.

Still, his comment cut deeply and I suspect he did know I was still a bit soft on him and he was giving me a very strong and clear message that it's not reciprocated. Not that I spent a lot time chasing this person just made a point of saying hello if I saw him, which in the past 6 months has been about twice. Not sure he really needed to make the message that full on. I'm still hurt and that's that really.

Didn't go out this weekend, need to get my confidence back up first and maybe stop thinking too hard about my apparent easiness. I'm not easy at all. In fact I like to make a point of getting the boys to chase me and definitely not the other way around. It is highlighting some thought provoking facts about myself that are coming to the surface though.

The ultimate insult

I've been too busy lately to date or even pay much attention to the opposite sex but my most recent night out on Saturday just about delivered a corker of an insult from them.

I bumped into an old flame, someone I briefly had fun with end of last year. Having not seen this person for a while I said hello and made pleasantries etc...as you do. A girl standing next to him asked him how we knew each other and this was his reply:

"I used to fuck her"

And then he turned around and started talking to another girl...

Frankly I was mortified. The girl who has originally asked the question was as gobsmacked as I and then asked me if that was true. I stumbled through a few words where I said somethig along the lines of '...well, kind of, we were hanging out and yes that was pretty much the long and short of it but not sure it was necessary to be a blunt as that...'

She was horrified and said 'how rude of him' and walked off. So I really was left hanging like a plum.

I had to go and gather myself in the bathroom and compose some kind of response. Which I did. I went back out and saw said nob jockey and said:

"A word please young man'

Uh oh I am in trouble, he says

Yes you are, how dare you introduce me to somebody I don't know as 'somebody you used to fuck', it is rude and disrespectful and I am better than that."

Yes you are and I'm sorry, he says

Don't you ever do that again you rude little man.

Having held it together to tell the little prick off I hailed a cab and the tears started to roll down my face. By the time I managed to get into my house I was roaring crying destroyed by the hurtful comment and the bare faced rudeness of it.

Does this person think so lowly of me to say that really? Do they? I'm not even sure why he would think that.

The base facts are that I met him at my birthday party last year. He pursued me throughout the night and eventually I gave in. We saw each other a few times over the next 2-3 months before he left for some month long trip around Australia. I knew that when that trip started it was the end of what we had had in terms of the relationship. He didn't make any contact and whilst it was christmas and new year whilst he was away I did send a couple of messages to wish him the seasonal wishes as appropriate. He didn't reciprocate of course.

When he got back he barely managed to say hello when I saw him except I did randomly bump into him around Australia day in which there was clearly still some attraction there. He again pursued me all night despite me barring him after his lack of ability to communicate with me whilst he had been away. I told him I thought he was a bit of a prick back then to!

Anyway so I'm not quite sure why this guy feels the need to be so rude to me. The male friends I have spoken to about this seem to think I might have hurt HIS feelings somewhere along the lines. I can't even think where that point may have been since he didn't seem that interested in me in the first place.

Maybe he has some emotional issues? He seems to treat women quite poorly from what I have seen and likes to be the ultimate player, but perhaps he is not that happy and does this to get some kind of satisfaction out of being domineering over women.

Whatever it is I hope to never have to be subjected to that again and I certainly won't bother going out of my way to talk to him again.

I still feel quite hurt by what he said despite it not really being about me, it feels quite raw.