27 April, 2006
I went out with Twinkle Monkey on Tuesday night; we hadn't had a proper catch up for ages and it was so good to see him.
A comment he made struck me afterwards though: he reminded me (just in the course of our conversation) that he continues to see most of his ex-boyfriends (including me!) as friends now. It made me realise that of my ex-boyfriends, he is the only man I manage to maintain a friendship with.
Why is that?
* My first boyfriend (of 3+ years) vowed that if I left him he would never speak to me again (and has kept to his promise).
* My second boyfriend (of about 10 months) I saw a handful of times after we broke up and he maintained that he was 'in love' with me, so I decided to make a clean break completely and have never really been back in touch with him since.
* My third boyfriend (of around 2 years) was cheating on me with half of the gay community in London and lying to my face for the duration of the relationship, so I don't really want to talk to him again for fear of punching him.
Or at least, those are the reasons I use to justify the fact I don't see any of them.
The one I miss most, bizarrely, is the first boyfriend. Even though our relationship had significant flaws, I miss him a little. Perhaps that's because he still holds the power over me by choosing not to speak to me?
22 April, 2006
I went to the gym last night and yet again, was quite happily working out before suddenly realising I was being watched. It isn't the first time it's happened, but this time it was by someone really quite gorgeous. We'll call him BGGB (Bloody Gorgeous Gym Boy).
Great face, lovely tan, ultra-toned body (yes that would be intimidating when it came down to it but hey... I'm sure I could deal with that insecurity...); this guy was the kind of guy you see on the street and wonder who is lucky enough to be noticed by him.
Of course, I got all flustered and looked even redder than I already was from my workout. I mean, what are you supposed to do in a situation like this? It was clear that he was looking over at me in a particular way - I mean, I'm clueless but not that clueless.
What I did do was to finish my stretching quickly, hurredly go to the changerooms and then got out of there as quickly as possible. I know, I know... I'm pathetic.
But what's the alternative? What is one to do when someone checks you out like that? Go up to them? Ask for their number? Offer yours? I mean, a boy's got his pride! I've always been useless at this sort of thing.
So any suggestions are welcomed gratefully... answers on a postcard please (or a comment box in lieu of a postcard).
20 April, 2006
So my parentals are here in London at the moment, which is bliss. A lot of my friends don't really understand the relationship I have with my parents, they are more like two of my best friends. We always have a laugh, I never get irritated at either of them and can talk about anything together. I think it is a pretty unusual situation.
But I'm not going to talk about that anymore just yet - I'm sure there will be plenty more stories over the next two months while they are here.... so instead, I'm just going to rave for a few moments about "Akira" which I revisited recently.
Two words: SEE IT.
12 April, 2006
So after a few days back in London I have the following to report:
1. I hate my job. Like, I really, really, really, really HATE my job.
2. SGB (Sexy Greek Boy) whom asked me on a date before I went to Australia has been seriously messing me about.
3. I miss my sister and B.I.L. sooooo much it hurts.
4. The weather is SHIT.
5. My psychology studies are about to suffer because of lack of time.
6. I can't wait for my parents to arrive to distract me from my gloom.
09 April, 2006
I thought I might just list a few of my favourite moments from my time in Australia this time (it feels I've been away for ages); there were many to choose from:
* Hanging with The Folks in their sunny backyard (always good)
* Being taken out to dinner by FWSH (Friend With Substance and History) in Melbourne; we helped each other through difficult (and in his case, complicated) separations and share an incredible connection as a result - I could talk with him forever.
* Strolling around Brunswick Street by myself and flirting with all the indie boys
* Attending F/BF's Brother, YTR (Yeah That's Right) and Beer Monster's Wedding in Perth, held in what was previously a crazy hospital!
* Seeing FB (Fire Ball) in Perth whom I used to work with; I'm grabbing your titties virtually, sweetie.
* Feeling the sun prickle my skin
* Seeing LEWAPO (Lesbian Everyone Wants A Piece Of) in Sydney and going to several dyke establishments with her; God Love the Lesbotics. LEWAPO: Fuck, you're beautiful.
* Every single moment spent with my Sister and B.I.L (Brother In Law). But most especially, the evening in the Moon Bar (our place).
* Meeting up with the (MG) Melbourne Gay who'd contacted me via a music site and finding his closest friend incredibly attractive...
* Catching up with several gorgeous friends whom I went to school with and seeing how their lives have changed.
* Feeling the sun prickle my skin
* Meeting the guy in Sydney my ex (The Wanker) had a short 'relationship' with (subsequent to me) who is friends with LEWAPO and having a little tete-a-tete with him. (pleasant euphemism).
(Well, Ziggy has never been one to shy away from confrontation....)
And finally, seeing my Niece (Charlie) and Nephew (Elvis) again. The naughtiest pugs in the entire world.