Along came Jack

In a never ending world of dating there is always a next and in my case it happened Friday night. It was one of those spontaneous nights which I really love; when everything happens unexpectedly with no prior planning. The night started with a planned dinner at my friends house with some wine and good company. After which I was ready to go home. But just as I was on my way home another friend messaged me. She was out with friends for a birthday and invited me to join. My mind had mentally checked out for the night and was ready to hit the sack. So I said I'd go home to drop off my things and then head over. She said 'ok', as if she knew that had I gone home I would never make it out again. In my on going efforts to prove people wrong, I did the unexpected. I went home as planned, freshened up and hit the streets. As I predicted my friend was pleasantly surprised to see me. We finished up at the bar they were at and headed to another place for pre-dancing with great 80s music. Sadly there were no protagonists at this disco. And if there were they were under cover. The party of 10 shrunk to a party of 4 and we all headed to another disco...one that I almost never ever willingly go to. They play electro music in one room and rock in the other. Not usually my thing. But I was just happy with the company I had and so it was irrelevant. My friend and I were dancing hysterically. So much so that we fell...plenty of times. In fact I have the bruise marks to prove it. Along came Polly. She started talking to me and she was smooth. Soon I was talking to her friend Jack. One thing lead to another and we went home together. The point of this whole story is that sometimes you have to change your course, mix things up and live a little. Who knows what will happen and who knows who you will meet. 

I'm not here for your entertainment...

It's been a little over a week since I met this guy who I thought was normal and with whom I had thought there was potential. It turns out either I scared him away by being too available or he's not interested, or both. He's cancelled on me a few times already and that's just a bit rude. If you're not interested just come out and say it point blank and stop wasting my time. I'm not here for your entertainment. I have better things to do. Whatever. I stopped messaging him and have no intentions of doing so in the future. It seems he's content with the way things were left. In fact through the great grape wine also known as social media I learned that he went on a date with someone else. So he's not in a ditch somewhere. I don't know what to think anymore. When I look at happy couples lately I wonder, is it possible to be happy with just one person for the rest of your life? How do these people make it look effortless. How did they find each other in that sea of hopeless singles. Will we ever find 'the one'. As this blog would attest we seem to find one jerk after another who treats us like 'shit'. I'm not asking for prince charming. I'm just asking for someone who genuinely takes interest in me and behaves like an adult. I understand that sometimes there is just no chemistry. Just be a grown up about it and tell me you don't think it's going to work out or whatever. Don't just ignore me. The Journey continues. Where is he?


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So we meet again

So my stalker re-surfaced again this weekend. Funny enough I didn´t even recognize him. I have this thing that if I´ve only met a person once I can´t remember what they look like, which can cause for some pretty awkward moments. Last friday being one of them. So this guy and this girl comes into the bar and sits down at a table. I get ready to go take their order when my co-worker turns to me and asks if I want her to get that. Thinking it´s a bit strange since I was already on my way I just say, "no I got it". As I´m walking towards the table I can´t help thinking the guy looks familiar, but he´s probably been here before, that´s why. He is staring pretty intensly isn´t he? Weird...well, ok I take their order and return to behind the bar where my co-worker is waiting looking rather confused. She moves a little closer and asks; isn´t that the guy that was after you a little bit? Now this is where all the pieces suddenly fall into place in my head, and I just go; omg that´s why he looked familiar!! I start to realise what I just did and start hyperventilating and repeating oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... After a few seconds I managed to get myself together enough to bring them their order without revealing my fragile state of mind of the moment. The following hour I spent staring nervously at their table, convinced that he would at some point come up to me and confront me regarding me standing him up for our date and thereafter ignoring his intense texting. This did not happen though. Apart from a few intense looks across the bar nothing happened. Possibly because he was there with someone, I don´t know, but I was very relieved when they finally left without any dramatic confrontation. And suprisingly I haven´t received any texts during the past few days either, I was convinced I had triggered the crazy stalker within him again, but no. Today I finally changed my number so I guess we can now close the chapter on this one.

Internet Love

The internet has changed the way we live, shop and do business. It has also changed the way people date. As peoples schedules get more and more busy, they have less and less time to find that special someone. I being one of those people took a hand at online dating only to find a super nice and smart man. We went on a first date two days ago. It started with a coffee and couple hours of conversation and getting to know each other. It was nice and innocent. We ended up spending the afternoon/evening together and had dinner. No I feel slightly obsessed. But I feel like I’m repeating a behaviour the first time I meet someone I like so I’m trying to change that behaviour this time around but it’s hard. How do you tell your heart to stop (in the name of love) and take a step back and take it slow and see where it goes. I keep telling myself ‘you just met him two days ago. Calm it.’ But it’s hard. The heart wants what it wants. It’s just a jump of emotions that I can’t help. It has been such a long time since I met someone like him. I think it has been over a year. And so I guess I’m excited that for a change I’m dating someone that’s stable and emotionally available? Date number 3 tomorrow and I’m quite looking forward to it. We’ll see where it goes. Time will tell.  He’s 6 years older than me so that makes me a bit uncertain. I have no problem with the age gap. In fact it’s a non-issue but as he is older it makes me wonder if he may have different priorities. I guess the only way is to let yourself go and find out where the road takes you. I hope somewhere romantic. As I said to him, things happen when you least expect it.

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Fetish of the week

Had a weird encounter with a hand fetshist last night at work. This middle aged man who has started coming to the bar lately. He´s always been really nice so I always take a few seconds to chat a little when I take his order. Yesterday though he reach over the bar for my hand and started squeezing it gently, I felt a little uncomfortable but smiled politely as being used to guys normally being very flirty with us camareras. The squeezing however quickly turned into an intense hand massage, which I am ashamed to say felt so amazing I couldn´t bring myself to pull my hand back. I kept getting this mixed thoughts in my head, that this was so inappropriate and I must immediately remove my hand and get back to work, but omg, that feels so goooood.... It was so bizarre and I was so aware of it but at the same time I didn´t think it would be fair to the other fingers if I just let him massage three of them and not the rest. Just let him go through the fingers then I´ll get back to work and pretend like I never let this weird man live out his strange fetish fantasies on me in the middle of a crowded bar. Oh he´s doing the palm too...wow, is he some professional hand massager or something...? Ok, five more seconds, then enough...ok, enough...ok...enough...ok, that´s enough! Finally after way too many seconds of letting this weirdness go on I managed to pull my hand away and get back to work.

I felt like Charlotte in that episode of Sex and the City when she lets that foot fetishist sales guy massage her feet in order to get free shoes. Except there were no Prada loafers in the end of this encounter just a slightly more relaxed hand and this disturbing feeling of needing a shower.