Divorcebook

Who's seen the youtube video 'facebook in real life' very funny:

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=2Qkc9VfDYLc

Anyhow, that's not what this post is about.

So now that I am 'seeing' someone, I've experienced a modern day dating dilemma, namely facebook stalking. Alright, I'm exaggerating, nobody is facebook stalking me (to my knowledge anyway) but given I am 'friends' with Chris, suddenly public posts are taking on a whole new level of importance.

Let me explain.

This week, I have had two slightly dodgey comments/posts made about me, for the whole world to see (at least in my 200 ppl strong facebook world).

Post number one:

BY: Beautiful, gorgeous, young Turkish holiday romance from mid last year, opts to make following public comment on recent facebook photo:

merhaba nasılsın sizi cok özledim ben hala askerdeyım keske yanınızda olsaydım mucuk xxxxxx

I have checked with personal Turkish translator (ok friend) and this means: Hello how are you - I miss you very much - I'm still in the army - I wish I was near you though.

Post number two:

FY: Fozzy! Hmmph, by the way, Fozzy knows I am currently 'dating', still he feels the need to post:

Hey Yvette
Thanks for the birthday wishes!
Good to talk to you the other day
Hey I still have a couple of your Bali special dvds that I need to return. You free next week at all?

So, given I AM someone who pays attention to Facebook activity in general (alright especially on potential suitors page), this has led to me thinking about how I would interpret such posts if on someone else's (eg his) page. And it ain't good. I mean if I were him I would translate:

Post one:
Clearly she had a holiday romance in Turkey last year. More to the point they are still in touch. And god, he doesn't even speak English - I mean what kind of relationship was this that she had? What a slapper! I hope she was careful! Why is he still sending her kisses?

Post two:
Obviously she was dating this bloke AND recently, even though she told me she was single for YEARS. I wonder what's going on now? I mean why did she call him the other day - that must have been after we met? What were they talking about? Why can't he post the fucking DVDs back?

Look, I know men are simple creatures. Perhaps they don't even notice these things? Still it has certainly got me thinking that the world at large SHOULD introduce mandatory facebook etiquette.

Such as rule one:

• When facebook 'friend's' with exes of ANY description, they must not, I repeat, NOT EVER write anything publicly outside of merry Xmas, happy Bday etc. Mail to inbox is fine. Mail to wall is not.
  

Actually, I think my bro in law got it right when he renamed it 'divorcebook'. More than ever in these social networking times, I reckon, what you don't know wont hurt you.

xxxoooxxx

ps more than one of my friends in long term relationships have opted to not be facebook friends with their partner, smart move!

Interesting times, interesting measures

Somehow, it seems I have now been dating the Definer for over four weeks. Don't get too excited, we have not discussed exclusivity and have only been out four times, however, all things considered, this is my most serious relationship since the HH began.

Which is why I have decided to reveal his name. The Definer is Chris. So for all of you readers who I actually connect with 'offline', yes he has a name.

Which is also why I have been extremely slack. I mean, I never really figured out what I would do with the blog if I moved into the 'dating' phase. Seems far too personal to reveal all the gory details.

So I have decided not to. For the time being the story of Chris and I will remain private, until which time I feel the need to share (eg he dumps me and I need to rant, I dump him and I need to vent etc). Gut feel? Is probably going to be short term, he seems to be emotionally unavailable....but time will tell.

Not much else going on, apart from a random text from Harvard out of the blue this morning! Apparently he has been thinking about me and was wondering if i would like to catch up for a drink and some 'fun'. Had to fess up to being taken care of in that department right now....

Tomorrow is Melbourne Cup Day. Looking forward to frocking up and maybe even having a little flirt here and there. I mean, no need to go putting all my eggs in one basket or anything!

xxxoooxxx

Men, men, men...trouble, trouble, trouble!

Last night, ex f*ck buddy (My Space buddy, see post April 2) initiated a text-a-thon with me. Let me tell you once more re My Space buddy, we were only ever friends (with benefits), having nowhere near enough in common for it to be more than that. AND that he now has a serious girlfriend. Before telling you what his messages were in relation to. And that is that he wanted me to know that a/ the sex between us was so good he will never forget it and at times he can’t get it out of his head and that b/ we would have been awesome together but the timing was just out. As if!

Where does he get off? No way, no, no, no. The reality is that I actually regret that ‘part’ of our friendship, but just didn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying so. Seriously, it wasn’t that great, sorry My Space buddy. I tell you - Men! How would his bird feel if she got wind of these texts?! My god, if was me would want to cut his dick off!

Anyhow, am very annoyed at above behaviour, and of course simultaneously secretly ego style chuffed....seems I am on fire this week.

xxxoooxxx

It's getting hot in here....

Fozzy…..as promised called me on return from smelly motor racing. I had mixed emotions going into the call. Firstly, it was on my mind that eggs should never be placed in one basket; hence I should give him a chance. Secondly, that he had really annoyed me by not contacting me over extended period, leading to blog comments posted by moi indicating that I had decided it was time to a/ face it, he was not that into me and b/ to move on.

The call started out well. We had a great chat catching up on each others happenings. I was however, waiting for him to open up and he wasn’t, so I then had to go for the juggler. I said, ‘what is going on with you anyway, what is this business of disappearing and then reappearing in my life about’. Silence. Prodded some more. Got nothing. Then said, so either you’re a player or you’re just not that into me. Felt gold!

He didn’t think gold. In fact, he was still acting like stunned mullet. Eventually he confessed that he is just slack when it comes to women (maybe would be better with men?!). Apparently, he has been accused of slackness previously and is regularly ‘in trouble’ for it. Suddenly eggs and basket receded to back of mind and found myself saying to Fozzy ‘well if you can’t be bothered, I’m not going to bother either’. Then I bade him farewell. Back to time to move on then!

Next.

The Definer. Early last week we organised a date for Sunday night, a bit of a wait, but I can do patience. Besides, I had a lot going on last week. However, post this Tuesday date arrangement I did not hear from him for the rest of the week. Not once. Is this normal I asked myself? Is he too just not that in to me? I decided given the pear shaped direction our previous date had taken, I would just be cool as a cucumber and wait for said date. I committed to myself that there would be NO alcohol; knowing I had damage to undo…

Sunday rolled around and my excitement began to build. Couldn't help but text to confirm, but all good, immediate reply and date confirmed.

This is what happened: He picked me up. I wore girly frock (new look see Manual), He drove me to a lovely Italian restaurant. We ate pizza and ice cream. He paid. We both stayed completely sober. We held hands leaving the restaurant. He drove me home. He came in. We spent hours talking and ‘stuff’. He left. He text me once home to say what a great time he had. He emailed me first thing the next morning. Wow.

That said, now seems The Definer (and I ) are once again having diary problems. It’s looking like a good week or so until our next date. And let’s not get carried away, I really hardly know the guy. And warning, he is newly single (only 3 months, after 5 years) so for all I know has eggs in many baskets. Is hard to refrain from excitement though, I will confess.

But restrain I will. Options are open, time will tell. No really.

On the options subject, Fozzy called me again this week. Fingers obviously fully recovered then! Seems he thinks I am amazing and is beating him self up for his 'me', related slackness. I recommended counselling. And told him he’d missed the boat (sorry he deserved it). Have decided to remain friends however, in the spirit of the HH.

Stay tuned!

xxxoooxxx

Rant and rave

I tell you what makes me mad...........like furious actually.

Every man I know has told me that in the Hunt for Mr Right, you should never shag on the first date. Their rationale being that good girls (the marrying kind) don't put out on the first night. Plus then there is the whole we like the thrill of the chase malarkey.

Why, why, why then, do they all insist on doing EVERYTHING in their power to get into our pants on the first date? Even when we firmly say no, they will persist until they wear us down. And let's face it, we enjoy it too, so it's not exactly easy when your body is saying yes, yes, yes to say no, no, no.

Thinking about it, it actually says to me loud and clear that they really believe that 'sex is for boys and love is for girls'.

So, next time a bloke is whining on about his bird having a low libido, ask him this for me. Did she put out on the first night? Because they're the ones you want to marry ;)

xxxoooxxx

ps don't worry I'm just ranting, The Definer and I are still an 'item'....phew

Self Sabotage

Now, we all know that key rules to adhere to when luring your man in are:

a/ playing a little hard to get
b/ making him wait for the prize
c/ keep defenses up – ie stay sober

On Friday afternoon I got a text from The Definer seeing if I wanted to join him and a couple of friends at the pub around the corner the following afternoon. Sure I thought, why not.

Of course on Saturday when he confirmed these arrangements I started to get nervous. His first text basically informed me that he was going to the pub with a bunch of Rugby mates and that they would probably give him a hard time in front of me.

At this point I was like, what have I got myself into here….So wrote back and said, um, sounds interesting, so just me and the boys huh? To which he replied, you will be fine, boys and also their girlfriends.

Then I got more nervous! What was he doing inviting me to pub with loads of friends on second date? And would it look like I was neurotic if I pulled out last minute. Decided yes, I had to go.

The right outfit became an obsession as was suddenly trying to impress men and women. And what if the girls didn’t like me??? What then?!

Anyhow, I set off chanting to myself, this will be fine, I am nice girl, just keep it short, don’t shag him etc.

What I find strange though is this. Despite this mantra, during the day on Saturday I did the following:

• bought condoms
• bought new underwear
• bought new trimmer thingy

Well the rest is history. I was a big hit. And I broke all the rules.


I ask you readers, could it be that I don’t want a husband after all??????

xxxoooxxx

Ps stop screaming at me, I know I stuffed up already! Let's just hope it's speedbump rather than a stop sign ;)

Toying with men

They are simple creatures really.

Fozzy is suddenly not letting go.

Next move post text was to Facebook friend request me. Eight weeks after meeting and five dates later, NOW, he chooses to be my virtual friend!

Moving on, once facebook request accepted, must have decided coast was clear for him to send another text. Oh pulease, now that he aint sure he can have me, he is super keen - so freaking predictable.

Message said he is off to Bathurst for the weekend but would LOVE to see me next week (eeeeewwwww gross, smelly motor racing).

Slept on this. Woke up and decided that since the MANual says is very important not to put all eggs in one basket I should at least continue toying with him. So did not reply with a yes, but a 'enjoy the fumes and give me a buzz next week'. Has of course already responded with a will do!! Stupid boy, doesn't mean I am going to see him now does it, no need to get all excited.

Meanwhile all quiet on the Definer front. Which is good really, coz too much too soon is always a recipe for disaster, no?

xxxoooxxx

A Fozzy story

I really enjoyed this so must share.

Yesterday, the text I received from Fozzy said:

I hope you haven't died without your massage?! I was away longer than I thought plus then I got really sick. Great way to finish holidays! Pffft. How are things with you?

Today I responded:

Is ok, managed to get massage elsewhere so thankfully am still alive :). Sorry to hear you have been unwell, assume you had broken fingers?! I am good, had lovely long weekend away with mates, all is well in my world.....

Love it!

xxxoooxxx

Semi Automatic

So I set off on my date with The Definer following the Manual to a T.

I dressed not in my typical first date gear (jeans etc) at all. Instead I went what I would classify as 'sexy secretary'. You see Steve says, you need to go for a look. Always a little sexy and always varied.

So last nights look: Pencil skirt (just below knees), very high patent black heals, tight v neck top and corporate white jacket. I felt pretty hot, just very work! Of course also 'claimed' to have not had time to get changed. Oh yeah, and tousled hair a bit as well.

The look was well received. Especially by females in pub who were craning necks admiring shoes. Not the desired target. Oh well.

After that I struggled a little with the Manual. I mean he asked me so many questions about work I had to answer them really! And, 90 minutes for a first date is just silly (I thought 200 much more appropriate). As for the flirting, you would have to ask him how I went. And the non drinking didn't happen. Although I was definitely more sober than drunk - so I didn't exactly fail miserably by my standards.

I do recall however thinking to myself about mid way through the date the following thought: 'this is too hard, I can't be bothered!, I just wanna be myself - surely that's enough!'.

So I tried. Who knows, maybe semi automatic will work just as well?

xxxoooxxx

ps for what it's worth he has already text me post date and the signs are all good
pps yes he has potential..ok yes I like him!
ppps yes we pashed hehe, but then I seem to be quite good on that front in general ;)

The MANual - Steve Santagati

What a weekend! Yes, twas quiet (well once Saturday rolled around) but twas also tres useful in terms of the Hunt. A contradiction in terms perhaps? I think not.

We were just leaving my friends abode in Sydney when this book cover jumped out at me. Picking it up and turning it over, I thought, well why not? So I chucked it in my bag and off we went. Turns out my female intuition was in gear. The book was a major feature over the weekend. In fact it was like group therapy with the whole thing being read out loud.

Steve Santagati has taken it upon himself to write 'The Manual' a book designed to educate how women how to come out on top in the dating game. Not another 'Rules' you say. Well yes kind of, but we thought much more insightful between us three.

Now to the serious business of finding out whether it actually works!

I can't run you through it all (go buy it if you're that interested) but some key themes I shall be taking on board as I navigate through my dating life.

• Dress for men rather than women - high heals, tossled hair, and just a hint of something else
  
• Flirt, flirt, flirt....translated to listening, eye contact, and a few compliments
• Play with him, don't make it too straightforward, they love to try and figure you out...the Hunt it seems is important - eg don't call straight back, vary contact, cancel dates occasionally
  
• Be suggestive, cheeky and naughty but not cheap
• Don't drink
• Don't treat a date like a job interview (instead of asking what he 'does', how about if he likes what he does and why?)
• Keep the first date fairly short, pique his interest
• Look after yourself...yep exercise, diet, etc they are visual creatures after all
• Don't talk about your work, they don't give a toss!
• Be clear on your own expectations early on - stick to your guns and walk if they're not being met

Well, there's loads more of course, but as I said buy the book. For what's it's worth I shall attempt to incorporate the above where possible.

And the first opportunity is this very night. The Definer has been very consistent in his communication with me thus far, and it's all systems go - tonight we are meeting for a drink. I have to admit, I am excited.

Of course this afternoon I got my first text from Fozzy in 10 days. Typical! Then again, I seem to recall saying 'Fozzy who?'.....

xxxoooxxx

Friday fun

Hmmm, things have quietened down. I eagerly await my date with The Definer, which will be taking place next Wednesday.....in like I dunno, 5 sleeps?! I have a good feeling about this one peoples.

Meanwhile, Shorty did text me a couple of days back, however, he seems to have taken the hint rather quickly - am I that transparent? I wrote back - but didn't ask him any questions. Nothing since. Then again he is a psychologist, so you've got to imagine he is fairly well trained in the art of reading people........and anywho, let's face it, he didn't rock my world.

Fozzy who?

I am off on a girls weekend so don't expect much from over the course of the next few days.

Sensing your boredom at my lack of material + to keep you (and I) entertained in the meantime, I have elected to tally up the Hunt so far. It's been a little over 6 months. The stats are in:

• I have been on dates/hooked up with 23 men (actually 24 after last night but that's a story I can't share)
• I have kissed (passionately) 18 men
• Of the 18 men, I met 6 online
• I have gone on more than one date with 8 men
• 7 of the 8 men I've seen again I've seen more than once I met online!!!!!
• I have not slept with any men I've met online...I've come close, but NO I haven't done it!
  

I'm suddenly thinking this HH business is the bomb - surely that's more than the average 37 year old female?!

xxxoooxxx

None + one = one!

So Fozzy took off last week for a couple of days down the South Coast. It appears that this couple of days has turned into a pivotal moment in our 'relationship'. Our break up!

After not hearing from him for 4 days...and truth be told having had a couple of vinos...I decided to text him. He had after all promised me a massage at our next rendezvous. His response was the news that he had decided to stay down South for a week. Thanks for the tip Fozzy! One week is up today. He hasn't made any attempt to contact me unprompted in that time. Given our lack of compatibility and his unpredictable behavior, I have officially decided that the writing is on the wall. A/ he is just not that into me B/ it is time to move on.

Saturday night I put my best flat shoes on and headed up to the taxi rank bound for Shortys. On route, I detoured into the local pub having received a text from a friend saying she was inside. This detour is shaping up to be a defining moment!

I said my quick hello, catching eyes with one of her boyfriends mates. Uh-oh. In that one short glance my date with Shorty lost all its luster.

Dragged myself away, had to after all Shorty was preparing a 3 course meal! Once at his apartment, I did my best to focus on the date at hand. And I really did relax and begin to enjoy myself. The flat shoes worked a treat.

Until of course I got a text from the boy at the pub. My head was spinning as I snack back a reply and again attempted to refocus.

It was a lovely dinner. We even pashed at the end of the night. Overall he is great. And overall I am still not very interested. And particularly weirded out by the text once in bed that said 'your kiss lingers on my lips, it feels nice'. What the?

This week has been characterized to date by the slowly forming possibility that I am about to date someone I didn't meet online. What are the odds?!

He friend requested me on Monday on Facebook. He sent me a rather long email yesterday. Today we have locked in a date (not till next week though).

So, let's call him the definer. And, lets hope he goes on to define more than the demise of me dating Shorty!

xxxoooxxx

One plus one = none?

Mass confusion reigns!

I have seen Fozzy twice since last post. I don't know why but there certainly is some solid chemistry between us. Outside of that, it doesn't stack up, we don't have a thing in common. And before you go saying I rely far too much on looks, that's not it. Whilst I am extremely attracted to him, I wouldn't say it's all physical.

So why, why, why, has he gotten under my skin?

With so many questions unanswered, and at this point no talk of feelings, shagging, or exclusivity chats, it seems at we are simply hanging out. Highly charged hanging out, but still just hanging out.

Which led me to making sure to continue the hunt elsewhere.

Option one - the Doctor seems to have fallen through. Am devastated, so sure am I that I would 'fit' with him. He has not responded to last weeks text. Actually just this moment I sent another, claiming to have had phone problems.....we shall see.

Moving on, I mentioned last time a looming prospect. Allow me to introduce Shorty. Shorty claims to be 5 foot 11 - my cut off - however having met him I'd put him at 5 foot 9 tops! Outside of that though, we do appear to have much in common.

We met a couple of nights ago. He is; smart, easy to talk to, communicative, well dressed, successful, ambitious, creative, a great cook, financially stable, respectful, polite and more. And he is very interested in me.

Here's the rub. I spent much of my date with Shorty wishing I was with Fozzy.

Hence my confusion.

Look, I'm deciding nothing at this point. I will likely see both of them over the course of the weekend. But maybe what all this is pointing to is the simple need to say NEXT?

xxxoooxxx

Gone fishing

So as it goes, I didn't quite get around to Husband Hunting in Thailand. Now I can't say I was totally focused on the task...but I can say that there were some pretty serious obstacles.

Firstly, after thorough interrogation, in terms of traveler profile, there was a huge over representation of a/ honeymooners and b/ back packers (under 25). Both obviously off limits re HH.

Secondly, I have a handicap. I am not a Thai bird, and as it goes, most men outside of the above visit Thailand to shag Thai birds. Is true, I swear it!

Anyhow, course I had some fun along the way (don't worry, all b/ not a/!).

Moving on, holiday over, it's time to refocus on the task at hand.

So far:
- Fozzy back on board, think he was having holiday related issues, seeing him on the weekend
- The Dr and I exchanged a couple of texts whilst I was away...sms'd him yesterday to alert of my return, however, nothing back (dear god, please don't let him have been snaffled up during my break!)
- Is another online prospect lurking....too early to report more

And tomorrow night am out on the town, so will do my very best to add to the above list.

As ever, wish me luck.

xxxoooxxx

Grrrrrrrrrr

So it turns out that the Saffa has a girlfriend. Like a long term one and everything. Of all the nerve! I'm just glad I am NOT his girlfriend based on his bad behavior. I hope she likes sloppy kissing.

Mustered up the energy for breakfast with the Pilot. It wasn't there. Knew straight away. Then sitting at breakfast, pretending to look interested I noticed a hot looking guy pulling up on a motor bike. Stomach went, knew it, knew it, knew it. Took helmet off and revealed Mackas face. Not good, heart racing wanted to be anywhere else but there. Why is it always the bastards that we love?! (ok lust)

And you know what, that's not it. Fozzy has done the pull away on me! Spoke to him yesterday morning, said he'd call later in the day is now 1.5 days later and no phone call.

Oh well, this all leads me to exactly where I wanted to be the day I fly out for Thailand. That is, extremely unattached. Which is a good result really.

Can not wait to get on that plane and go meet some yummy foreign men, the ones here are clearly rubbish!

xxxoooxxx

It's all gone a bit fozzy

Quick update, last day in the office and all that, am on the fly. Well almost.

The Saffa can Saf off. No contact what so ever. Even sent a friendly hi text and he didn't respond. RUDE. Woteva, time to fess up, he was very sloppy kisser any way! Had decided to give him another go, but let's be honest, once a sloppy kisser, always a sloppy kisser. And a rich sloppy kisser is still a sloppy kisser!

Saw Fozzy Wednesday night. Was complete gentleman. Picked me up, opened doors, paid for dinner. Very good company to boot! Night finished with extremely nice kissing. Not sloppy at all.

Am actually enjoying just how keen on me he is. Seems it's been some time since I was treated the way I should be. I am impressed. Thursday morning saw a cheeky 'you do realise, I will be seeing you again before you go I hope' style message. Was putty. He came over for dinner last night. Diet out the window, food on the table!

Look I'm still not thinking that Fozzy is a potential hubby...but....I am softening to him, indeed I am. I tell you what, that gut rut stomach of his is something to behold. I've never come across such a cut bod! Never fear, I will NOT be giving up on my single status any time soon. At least not until after Thailand anyhow.

I know you're thinking I shagged him. For the record we didn't go close. Fozzy remains a true gentlemen, 100% above board. Kissing and cuddling and that my friends is it.

Moving on. The Dr is currently snowboarding in NZ. I do however think I might send him a 'wee' hope you had a good one message before I board the plane. Got to stoke the fire and all that.

And, I am forcing myself out to have brekkie with this new pilot bloke in the morning. I do hope he is worth it, as it truly is requiring some mustering of effort. See I am committed to the HH, truly I am.

2 more sleeps. Let's see if I can manage one more blog post in the meantime. Actually, will really depend on my HH antics over next 48 hours. If they're worthy another blog post I shall manage. As ever, wish me luck!

xxxoooxxx

So many options, so little time

Of course now that Thailand is so close I can almost smell it, it's all action HH wise.

Fozzy turned out to be lovely. Young as I mentioned, but still quite lovely. To be honest, my intuition is not shouting hubby material. Nevertheless, nice shoulders, good company, tall, fit, great bod, smart. So what if his first comment was 'I've made it my life long ambition never to have a real job'. That's not a big problem right?

Look, it's been quiet (up till now) of late. So, I figure I enjoy his company, what's the harm in hanging out again? Exactly....none!

Next night I was Thredbo bound.

On Friday I got a text early on from an online boy I'd had simmering away. Turned out he had pulled himself off the site BUT in his wisdom, had decided that despite this something about me encouraged him to follow up by phone. So he asked if I would be around for a chat.

Now I must tell you a little about this guy. I first had contact with him around six months ago. His profile really jumped out at me. Really cute looking, lovely eyes, teeth and smile. Tall and broad shouldered. British. Living in Bondi. My age. 'Want's kids but does not have any'. Also, a good sense of humor came through loud and clear. We exchanged a couple of emails, all seemed good. Then sadly his profile disappeared.

6 months went by. Then a couple of weeks back I got an email reminding me that I had unused stamps that were about to expire. So, I had a bit of a poke around and I noticed that he had reappeared. Of course, I thought, this is fate, this is how I shall spend a stamp this evening!

So I dropped him a line, reminded him of my existence and explained the stamp expiration situation. His response was encouraging, he claimed to have remembered me well! But then fessed up to the fact that he is heading back to old blighty - permanently - next Jan. Shit!

I hummed and ha'd about this predicament. And then I dropped him a suitably cheeky email. My sentiment being.....why the hell not, knowing my luck this is the one online date that will probably end up going somewhere!

Back to the present. He called me Friday evening. We had an awesome chat, completely hit it off. Gut feel - this guy has some serious potential. And then he went and told me he is an anesthetist (great he is off saving lives and my job is to encourage rampant consumerism). Now add intelligent and successful to the list of +'s!

On the flip side, he was off to NZ snowboarding (another tick) on Sunday. Of course I leave for Thailand before he gets back. Looks like our eventual meeting is going to be some MORE time in the making then. I can assure you though, no matter what I get up to over the next three weeks, I shall be following the Dr up on my return.

Back in Thredbo, Saturday night I headed out on the town. Once again, the snow delivered! I ran into a male friend who happened to be on a boys weekend. His first comment was come over here and meet my mate, he's single!

Realised I knew said mate, actually having flirted with him on a prior (but unsuccessful) occasion. Result! Single, cute man alert. Subsequent flirting and dancing followed. Then subsequent pashing. Then subsequent, you can walk me home but that's it buddy. All in all a great night out with a nice clean finish!

Then Sunday my phone rang at 9.30am and wouldn't you know it, he was keen to ski together that day. Somehow, despite my hangover I forced myself up and out and attempted to look the goods. Not too sure I pulled it off though!

Anyhow, was actually quite good. A nice, sober daytime date. Much inane chit chat catching lifts one on one together. This is what I learned about him: He is half South African, half Australian. Around my age. Owns his own company in the hedge fund arena. Lives in Potts Point. He walks to work. It all adds up to = sounds like a great catch. So what's the catch?!

On the way home to Sydney that night he sent a text. Red alert. Nice to meet you!!!, have a safe trip back. But, no mention of catching up again. What could this mean? Grrrrrrr, MEN!

Over the past couple of days a little googling has resulted in some very interesting info about the Saffa. Turns out he is one of the most successful traders on the share market in Australia (actually is featured in a book called Young Guns on the subject). The guy is minted. Not that I'm one to go for money in general..but then it does have a nice RING to it. Now I just need the phone to RING.

Meanwhile, I am seeing Fozzy tomorrow night. Fozzy is reliable.

I've also got a date with a new potential on Saturday if I can muster the energy - a pilot from Bronte. I told you it was all action!

This post has exhausted me. I must go. With all that is going on, I clearly need my beauty sleep!

xxxoooxxx

Husband Store

A store that sells new husbands has opened inNewYork City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.' So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.

'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak..

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.


PLEASE NOTE:

To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

PS

No, I never did hear from Macka. He is so dead to me!

Managing expectations

So don't go getting all excited on my behalf, not a whole lot has materialised since I last post. Which would explain my lack of commitment to the blog. But not the cause. Although I must admit I've been a bit thin on the ground in terms of effort this past week.

I am in touch with a couple of online prospects. Sometimes, these things need to simmer for a bit before boiling though. I do have a quick drink arranged for tomorrow evening. Some stats. 31 (too young?), works in sports conditioning (what does that mean?), and if he were a muppet, would like to be fozzy. So Fozzy he is then. Long story.

Last weekend was a disaster. I ended up staying in and watching DVDs both nights. Not exactly a good HH plan. It just didn't happen for me, I was up for it, but it seemed the planets were not in alignment.

Oh well, I am off to the snow this weekend and you all know what that means, fun, fun, fun....men, men, men.

And then the big one. There are now officially 10 sleeps until I head for Thailand. And I solemnly promise to continue the hunt whilst away. No, I shall not be tempted by jail bait, I am going to go for Gold. It is the Olympics after all.

xxxoooxxx

Exciting news!

No I haven't heard from Macka.

But weirdly, I have had about 4 very decent looking/sounding guys contact me via the ole back up internet dating. Very strange, I went for weeks of big fat nothing, now this.

Told you there was change in the wind.

I am also off to Thailand in three weeks and the excitement is building. In relation, I have begun having a quiet word to self re keeping all options open until then. From my experience, there's nothing like combining a great holiday with a great holiday romance. So for the next three weeks, no matter what comes my way, I am officially a commitmentphobe.

Macka can go jump.

xxxoooxxx

Leopards and spots

It was lovely to see Macka again. The chemistry between us is out of this world. Weak at the knees - big tick.

I was feeling reticent, but he was so affectionate from the get go, I seem to have softened all too quickly. I mean the bloke went in for a kiss within 5 minutes, and boy can he kiss. What was I to do?

I did give him a piece of my mind though. Actually, he used the line, 'so why did you ditch me then'? (yeah right) I spelled out all of the unacceptable behavior - booty calls, same day date requests, texts and never calls etc.

But this boy is good. In fact he got me around to his way of thinking fairly quickly, I was even feeling guilty about my own behavior. Apparently, he wasn't sure what I wanted, and claims I was not giving away any clues. I cleared that up by laying the gauntlet - look Macka, if I wanted casual sex, I could get that in any bar any Saturday night, I'm only internet dating because I'm looking for a partner! Same he said, me too.

Followed by "why don't we give it a go then, let's date and see where it goes". I seem to have forgotten how unreliable he is around that point and the kissing got more intense. And this was followed by him making every effort to get into my pants. And while I'll confess I was tempted, somehow I managed to remember not to trust him and we stopped short of that.

It is now 9pm a day later. I haven't heard from him. I know it's only been a day, but I tell you what, I smell a rat. Or is it a leopard I smell?!

xxxoooxxx

And then the wind changed

Last weekend a friend confessed to me that she really believes I am about to fall in love. Like any day now. For some reason, I have started take her for her word. Nothing like positive thinking.

So I'm just waiting something to happen, and then it does! Macka, yes 'the body', wrote me a text out of the blue last night. This was followed up this morning by yet more text messages. And it has all ended with us going out for a beverage this evening.

Now I'm not saying that it is indeed Macka I'm going to fall in love with. But I'm telling you, there is change in my lucky stakes, I can feel it.

xxxoooxxx

The impact of frostbite

It's been so damn cold my fingers have turned blue and left me unable to type.

But apart from that, the snow was quite a blast. And a bluster!

Friday night I was feeling frisky. A young stud (later discovered to be a 23 y/o stud) was making all the right moves on the dance floor. The time was nigh for a pash! But after more dancing and a little more kissing I was feeling guilty that he was far from H material.

His mate motioned him away, he said he was off home. Suddenly the Sharks were circling (warning, the salubrious Kellar bar at Thredbo is a veritable shark pool at 2am!). I surveyed the options and decided to go for the less hot but more my age option. It started off ok, but went down hill fast. He couldn't keep his hands off me and I just wasn't feeling it (not him)! He walked me home expecting an invite in. Clearly he was disappointed. What's a girl to do, he was a face sucker, I was having none of it.

The next morning, I was unimpressed to find he was being honest when claiming to be staying at my hotel. I strolled in to breakfast in my trackie dacks and walked bang into him . Neither of us was looking too hot right then! I suddenly remembered I'd left something in my room. Thankfully, on my 2nd attempt at breakfast, (15 minutes later) the coast was clear - or I would have had to starve.

The snow conditions were brilliant last weekend, probably the most I've ever seen at Thredbo. I somehow pulled myself together and spent a solid 6 hours on the slopes that day. Please be advised, I officially love snowboarding. I followed the day on the slopes with a 6pm massage. Not the best move in retrospect - it was then soooooo hard to get myself in the mood for the 2nd night out. I had to spark up though, something about the mountain air puts everyone in the mood for lurve....or at least lust!

It was an awesome night, it really was until disaster struck. I was in fine spirits, waxing lyrical to all that could hear about the quality talent about. Then it happened. There on the dance floor I spotted none other than conference man (yes you're correct in thinking, one of my original Mr Visions). My heart started to pump, my stomach felt queasy, I couldn't believe it. I danced nonchalantly into his line of site. He looked up, he smiled and waved and motioned me over. Blood pumping our dancing began.

So, I bet you are wondering what happened next? Let me save you the suspense. Nothing happened then! Why, why, why? Why is it when it comes to those that I have truly got the hots for do I get nothing! Yes we danced, yes he offered to buy me a drink. Yes but that' s it! He ruined my night. Clearly with him around there was no random flirting, not even any pashing for moi. I was too busy trying to look hot and cool all at once from a distance.

Oh well, all up an awesome weekend. Now I am back making my way through another bone cold winters week in Sydney. And my fingers are blue and frostbitten. I'm not even sure I can go to the pub with my fingers in this state?!

Yeah, I know I'm full of it. But one things for sure, it's not just bears that like to hibernate in winter!

xxxoooxxx

Laugh for the day

I say, back off 25 year old hotties!

One small step for woman-kind

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say something I may end up regretting.

After my initial foray into a Rugby watching pub on Saturday night, I'm sold. In fact to quote myself 'I bet if I came here every Saturday night I would have been married years ago'.

I'll admit I didn't walk away having given out my number. But, the pub was packed with blokes (about 90% ratio to women), they were of an appropriate looking age, there was pretty some handsome ones amongst them so all up, I was in my element.

Now, whilst out, I did get picked on for not having an 'in pub' strategy, but given it was my first go at it I thought just being there was a good start. And, I wasn't too far from the truth. Once the game was over the games were on!

I was summoned over by a couple of Dave's standing near by. True story, both boys were called Dave. DBD (short for Double Bay Dave) was actually even cute, a bit short, but cute. I completely appreciated his compliments, short or not.

Unfortunately my drinking partner had pulled a bender the night prior and was keen to call it a night a little on the early side. Alright by me though, my strategy always was to go early, go hard and go home (check previous post is there in black and white). And given DBD was vertically challenged I was o fay with leaving with my small relative win.

So, all in all, I'm calling it a success and I can assure you I will be back for more. Not this weekend though I'm afraid. Ok, actually am not afraid, am very excited as off to Thredbo and as the saying goes, you never get over a trip to Fredbo!

xxxoooxxx

Maybe is actually July rather than Pilgrams?

They're gone now, yet I still seem to be having issues with the whole pub tour thing. I think the real issue may well be that it's just so freakin cold right now! Once again last night I planned to go to the pub. And failed.

Tonight, however, is the big one, I have firm plans, there is even the Bledisloe on...which can only mean one thing. Men, men, men!

xxxoooxxx

Blame in on the Pilgrams!

It seems the great hh pub tour has experienced an unscheduled delay. I mean I did go visit a few pubs over the last few days, the problem is my visits were fraught with distraction.

Thursday night we went to the Royal in Paddington with work colleagues. Of course we went directly upstairs to the quiet-like restaurant. Zilcho action. Did bring back memories though, I once ended up dating my waiter after a meal at the Royal. Oh, the days of my hot 20s.

Friday night work again called and I was off to the Zeta Bar for a function. I did later wander on down to the Ivy to catch up with friends. But the Zeta/Ivy combo is totally against the pub tour theory so I wisely took off early to conserve my energy.

Saturday night, was the big one. Headed to Bondi to hit the Beach Road with one of my besties. First up though, we popped in to her neighbour's house for a quick drink. Quick drink? Actually not so quick, in fact a drink was soon cocktails, dinner and more. To be fair was having a blast and I lost all interest in heading out. At 10.30pm I finally got my arse in to gear, and made the Beach Road only to find it totally devoid of men, actually fairly devoid people in general. As I said, blame it on the pilgrams.

Finally, yesterday I met friends for lunch at the Lord Dudley. What began as a low key lunch continued well in to the afternoon. I had plans up my sleeve for my first date with Blue Eyes. As it went, he ended up coming to the LD to meet me (and my mates). Sparks didn't fly but I attempted to build a connection, I mean the HH is about persistence. But by 10pm I hit the wall. I left Blue Eyes in the capable hands of my friends.

Then a new twist of events today, ole bloody Blue Eyes only wrote to ask me for my friends phone number. I mean the cheek of the man!

So here we are. I honestly don't feel I gave the pub tour much of a chance this week. In fact have been down right slack.

Which is why I am opting to delay kick off. I'm calling last weekend a furphy. The pub tour will officially recommence and run for the full four weeks starting now. And no distractions this time, you pilgrams ok?!


xxxoooxxx

A flurry of activity

Am beginning to realise demise of Harvard 'thing' is very good thing, as lack of action has catapulted me into action.

Since the weekend I have:
- Joined a speed dating website
- Secured a date for this Thursday night (ole Blue Eyes, see last post)
- Set the wheels in motion recruiting for the HH pub tour (see copy of email call to action below)

Introducing the 2008 pub tour.

The objective:
- meet boyfriend

The target audience:
- Male 35-41, single, athletic, intelligent, funny, successful, straight

The insight
- said men are not likely to frequent posh bars and nightclubs, more likely to be found in the pub

The strategy
- one month of pub visits, focussing on the period between 7 and 11pm each night out (will need to leave early to keep the pace up!)

How will we measure success?
- I (we) will find a boyfriend

The challenge? Can't go to the pub on my now can I. So, please offer to be my partner in crime at least on one occasion and I will schedule you in!

I am open to any pub in any suburb so long as it's filled with the target audience....and I'm also prepared to be flexible (not like that!) - I mean happy to go out on Sundays.

Here is the schedule, let me know if, when and where I can slot you in.

So there it is, I am officially all a flurry, and am of course looking forward to getting some results.

xxxoooxx

Monday morning development

Exciting news. Just had an email from an online dating prospect who am genuinely interested in meeting. Just when was questioning the resource all together!

He is 40, completely grey with beautiful blue eyes. English, which is always a winner with me. Over 6 foot. A fellow Taurean (and what's not to like about us?!). Loves to travel. Enjoys his career. Body looks very nice. I know I shouldn't get ahead of myself but I really think this one has some potential.

Still working on the pub calendar, but in the meantime felt the need to share my enthusiasm on this fine Monday morning.

xxxoooxxx

Why is this so?

I have noticed a rather concerning pattern. It goes something like this....

• Meet new 'online' date prospect in pub for a drink
  

• Realise in an instant date is far from potential H
  

• Spend a couple of hours feigning interest in bloke whom I'll likely never see again

• Notice during couple of hours, plethora of attractive, eligible looking men in same pub, who I can not approach due to 'on first date' status

Of course when I go out with my single gal pals all hot single men in Sydney opt to stay home! So, I ask you why IS this so?

Was moaning re this situation over breakfast today with some men 'sorted' friends. Followed up by fact that dating agency is now a consideration. Actually was explaining I am feeling indecisive re financial priorities (dating agency vs flat screen TV, an o/s holiday or a new mac?).

They seem to think I don't go to pubs enough and this is part of the reason I'm not meeting the right men. According to them, normal decent men go to pubs, especially when there's a big game to watch and this is behaviour I should be thoroughly leveraging before dating agency 'investment' comes even close to consideration. So no more hot and trendy bars then?

As a result I've decided to implement a short term test strategy. I am going to devise a calendar of pub visits over the next four weeks putting my mates on rotation (you might want to screen me if you don't wanna go to the pub). At the end of the four weeks I will reconsider the dating agency thing. In the meantime, I am free to invest in a big ticket item. Now just need to figure out which one!

BTW, have not heard from Harvard for two weeks. Obviously he is getting more action than I am right now - just elsewhere! It's OK, my heart is in tact, just my loins are missing out, good thing they don't have feelings.

xxxoooxxx

ps just in case you have figured it out by now, the Karate Kid was more wax off than wax on.

Karate Kid

Going on a reluctant date tonight. Yes, as promised, I have lowered my standards, the Karate Kid is getting a look in! I guess his photos are OKish.

Is 33, a martial arts enthusiast and appears to call women 'chicks'. Impressed that he is a fan of my home town - having lived there himself previously. And he still 'trains' local - heeeya. So, happily I shall just be heading up the road for said date. Also feeling smug that his profile suggests he is looking for a 25-31 year old. Somehow I have overcome this obstacle, at least prior our meeting.

Of course also very proud of self for leaving house right now.......regardless of result!

xxxoooxxx

Naval gazing

It's been months since I felt this desperate and dateless, what started out as a slow patch has become a full blown drought.

Suffice to say BrisVegas did not offer up the love of my life. Offered up other stuff though.

Fri night I chatted at length to a handsome boy who reminded me of my gorgeous holiday romance in Turkey last year. Had to have words with self though as now is no time for cradle snatching. He was cute though, very cute. And at least he wasn't 19 (teehee). But self, I am not in the market for a 25 year old! Bummer.

Then sorry to say, on Saturday night I was completely soft and headed home far too early for any HH antics (told you am old). Was only 11pm. Soft, soft, soft.

Having said that the night didn't finish there. Come 2am friend tore in to our room in a complete state. It turns out she'd been pushed (ok tripped) down some pub stairs. There was a huge cut above her eye and much blood. In short was a medical emergency! Next thing we were off on epic 3 hour hospital bound adventure. As you could imagine there was some particularly saucy (bloody) men in casualty between 2am and 5am on a Sat night. The absolute hospital highlight? Getting hit on of course. Two young blokes there to support friend in casualty room decided to ask us out! Ok realise is not exactly HH material, but material nonetheless. And no we didn't go, don't be silly.

Which leaves me nowhere! Haven't even heard from Harvard!

Worse still, feeling completely de-motivated re HH. Need to shake this winter melancholy. Really just want to hibernate. Soooooo not good. I realise must leave house.

So it may be time to take some serious action. Firstly am dropping my standards (albeit slightly) on the internet just to get me out there, no matter how much I'd rather stay in. Secondly, scarily, I have an appointment at a dating agency. Not promising anything, is expensive! But I'm willing to at least do the meet and greet. Will also force myself to further investigate speed dating. After all the HH was supposed to keep me on track - so on track I will have to be.

For now though, I am very busy inside the house. You see I need to get back to watching Farmer Wants a Wife!

xxxoooxxx

On the fly

Huge week, am exhausted...yet strangely dateless!

Bit of online action happening, but not much else to report. Am in touch with new potential boy as result. But, off to BrisVegas, at airport presently so that will have to wait.

I wonder if Brisbane can offer up anything? Seems Sydney is failing to right now so maybe the change of scene will offer better HHing.

Good Luck me!

xxxoooxxx

ps no contact with Harvard since last Saturday morning - maybe he has new 'friend'? Then again could just be off the booze which he seems to require prior bootycalling!

Confession

Am starting to think that online dating is rubbish. Re examining the past weeks, I have actually had more success out at bars. Who would have thought?

There's a big issue though. I simply don't have enough energy, nor enough occasion (partners in crime) to be as consistent. I'm not in my 20s any more you know. So, this it seems is really what the young birds have got over me, persistence!

I mean, no wonder I was always dating before I turned 30. I was out every Thu, Fri, Sat and even Sun night, of course I was going to meet lots of men.

My quiet week took a turn for the loud on Friday night. After a few vinos with my colleagues in the work bar I headed home for a night in. Over dinner I logged online and received an email from a previously mentioned prospect - one Bondi Boy.

Seems we were both at a loose end, before I knew it, I was on my way to Paddington for a hot date.

I was quite looking forward to meeting Bondi Boy, his profile was definitely appealing. Of course when I finally met him face to face, there was about another 20kg to him I wasn't expecting. Seems I'm still a shallow girl then.

Having said that, we had a great time and stayed out for quite a few hours. As usual we kissed passionately. Then he tried to convince me to come home with him. Hmmm, that's like so not my style....as if! You know I'm a total virgin!

Then apparently dialed Harvard on way home. Of course don't recall this. But phone evidence purports. Seems he didn't pick up and I went home to bed. What I do recall however,is the call back two hours later, which I naturally picked up, despite it being 3.30am. And his subsequent arrival. And all that follows. So, this dalliance with Harvard continues....Further, I couldn't even be bothered entering banter re last weekends antics, strangely over it. Life now back in correct compartments!

The rest of the weekend has been quiet. Am still pondering this lack of online dating success however.

Which leads me to thinking about what to do about this conundrum. And whilst I haven't made my mind up, I'm considering taking action. I've been slack with the blind date thing, too embarrassed to ask or something. But maybe there is another option. A dating agency perhaps? Or how about something a little less assertive like speed dating? I'll let you know what I decide....

Not this week though, instead I am busy, busy, busy with work related fun Tue, Wed and Thu night. Come Fri I am BrisVegas bound for a girly weekend. So short term plan = reverting to approaching unsuspecting blokes when out and about instead!

xxxoooxxx

ps Bondi Boy sent me a text, still 'weighing' up whether or not shall see him again ;)

Where is my husband?

Feeling tres frustrated right now. It seems my system is failing me, I swear I am doing everything I can in attempt to fill the funnel, but I am simply not getting anywhere!

Friday night, however, was filled with stories galore. Oh well, if I'm not going to find a husband the least I can do is amuse you with my dating related anecdotes.

Facebook has a lot to answer for. A few weeks back I shared with a friend the bevy of beauties Harvard's friend list incorporated. As it turned out, she knew one of them. No biggie until said 'friend' of 'friend' happened to be at the bar we were in on Friday night. My friend bowled up to her without any encouragement (I swear) and said 'hey, how do you know Harvard?' To which she replied, ha ha, pointing to her offsider, is not me but Suzie who REALLY knows Harvard.

At this point I got dragged over and next thing you know, we were having a great laugh about all of our strangely similar Harvard stories (hers were a few months old though). Why not we thought, let's really disturb him and send him a smiley pic of his two 'friend's'.

His initial response was 'so are you both keen?'. Fair enough I guess. This was followed shortly after by a more genuine 'that was the most random thing ever, by the way'.

I proceeded to ignore these messages, love to leave them to stew and all that. Teehee.

The night continued and soon saw me dancing away. At which point I was joined on the dance floor by an impressively handsome man, whom truth be known I had been eyeing from afar. Dancing led to chatting up (by him) and kissing (initiated by me as usual I think). Strangely another American. What is going on with me right now with this Yank phase?!

We decided to get some fresh air (just on the balcony). It was then, holding hands with The Yank that I noticed Harvard was in the club. Woops! Head down low go, go, go, was defo my motto after that.

Actually from the safety of the balcony I noticed he too was doing well with a lady. Not much I could say about that though was there?! At least it gave me the confidence to not hide my own dalliance, actually found it all rather amusing. Still not too sure if he actually spotted me, the jury on that on is out on that front.

Unfortunately not too long after The Yank wanted to head home. Whilst I was of course invited, I declined this kind offer. I was with my friend for her birthday, leaving early with a man was totally not an option. However this did leave me in the awkward position of being in the same nightclub as Harvard, solo, whilst he snogged a bird somewhere in my vicinity. He may not be my partner but I still didn't like this turn of events.

So, I did what I felt I had to do, I grabbed my mate and said, like we're so out of here! So we carried on to another hot and trendy nightspot and proceeded to enjoy lots and lots of male attention elsewhere.

Strangely the night took another twist at this point. I suspect Harvard too was left by his love interest and without a home run, as shortly after he began calling my phone. And he didn't stop. It's a good thing I couldn't hear it ring, as it would have driven me insane. In fact he proceeded to call my phone 29 times between 4am and 3pm the following day.

What a weird night and it's all a bit odd with him right now. I feel my real life and my fantasy life have had some sort of cross over and I don't like it, I don't like it at all. Like back in your box Harvard!

I have spoken to him briefly. He denies all knowledge of being in the same nightclub as me. As if I don't know exactly what he looks like?! And of course, he is still trying to get to the bottom of the MMS message. Ie how do you know Suzie? Which I am being rather evasive about.

So where does this leave me and what do I intend to do about it all? You know, I'm just not sure. But hey, there's no rush to decide, better to leave my options open I figure.

Meanwhile I have not heard from The Yank, despite the fact that he did get my number. Is only Monday, but I'm thinking no, will not hear from him or would have by now.

And, on the online dating front, things appear to be drying up. To be honest, it's this that is frustrating me the most. In the past two weeks there have been just two men who have piqued my interest. Both have responded with a nod to hearing from me. Both have NOT replied to my subsequent email. Seriously, what gives? You nod, you respond, right?

Ho hum am so busy at work this week may need to give myself some time out. Never fear, the HH is far from over, but this frenetic pace I've been setting may just well need to ease for a few days. Well at least until the weekend :)

xxxoooxxx

A slow week on the HH

Lack of material continues....but as my bestie says, that's not a bad thing as she wants me rested for her bday night tomorrow night.

Alas, some updates for your amusement.

Harvard has not retreated. He is hovering awaiting our next rendezvous. I am back to my usual cool calm and collected self post last weeks drunken dialing disaster.

I have deleted Mackas number. Can not afford any further embarrassing incidents. Perhaps re- introducing the red wine ban would have the same impact? I have actually uncovered a couple of other red wine fueled incidents over the past couple of days so I think it will be a two pronged approach.

It would appear that on two further occasions, I have been impacted by red wine induced inappropriate behavior. Actually behavior was not the problem, more concerned about lack of recollection!

I caught up yesterday with the colleagues I visited Bali with a couple of months ago. Seems, whilst I was of the opinion there wasn't any 'hooking up', I was wrong. I was actually spotted kissing against the bar! I mean, if I'm going to get lucky I want to remember it! Worse, it wasn't the only time they had witnessed such behavior. Two weeks later at the industry black tie event I mentioned, yet again I was sucking face in front of them.

Ok, I am relieved on the one hand, same girls can report both were examples of the famous pash and dash. But say, just say, I've actually missed out on meeting prospective H'ers by being too pissed!

This is not good. For those of you reading whom keep me company on 'night's out' I ask you this. When I reach for that red wine bottle, someone stop me. Please, stop me!

I will also attempt to exercise self constraint. And tomorrow night will be champagne only all the way for me.

xxxoooxxx

Lack of material

City of Churches was not city of husbands. In fact was city of far too much alcohol and serious hangovers! Also city of drunken texting and dialing. Not good. How bad was it? This bad:

• 4 text messages to Harvard. Didn't scare him off too much though given he then called my mobile 4 times at 4am. Also called me Sat morning. However, when we chatted and he realised I was in Adelaide he sounded slightly freaked out. Ie, what were you doing calling me if you're not even in Sydney, that is "interesting". In other words, I am scared, does this mean you love me? Haven't heard from him since. Don't love him, promise, just drunk!
  
• Called Mackas phone at 3am. He missed the call and rang back soon after. He said hi I'll give you a call next week....Not good. Have been so ice maiden with him, clearly this was not a good move. Think will need to delete his number now. Doesn't matter how much I want him to want me to be his woman, he does not, just wants sex!
  

Saturday night proved more promising. Ran into a guy I dated a couple of years back. There seemed to be very good chemistry although he was super drunk. He was waxing lyrical about me being hot etc, and I really enjoyed the attention.

Funnily, however, I sent him a message on facebook this morning. In his response it turned out he was so drunk Sat night he has total memory loss, can't even remember seeing me. And he he woke up in hospital Sun morning after being attacked. Then, after asking me if he behaved when he saw me he went on to admit he has a girlfriend. Should probably have lied and told him we pashed. Am nice girl really though so gave it to him straight. Ie you told me I'm hot but luckily for you, apart from flirting you didn't misbehave.

Not much to report on the online dating front. Is one guy who I really like the look of, who took two days to reply with a nod (ie thanks for kiss am looking forward to hearing from you), then after I wrote him an email has been 3 more days and he has not replied.

This morning got another nod from a cutey who is in the construction industry aka builder boy. Will write back tonight, I need to get a date sorted asap. Am v. concerned re lack of current funnel fill. I mean come on, I've got a blog to write!

xxxoooxxx

City of churches

Is city of churches city of husbands? Surely these two things should go together? Will let you know tomorrow......only just set foot out of meeting....and yet to hit town, but good news, am planning to.

xxxoooxxx

All is quiet on the HH front

Is really rather concerning. Having said that it could just be the calm before the storm.

Have forced myself into activity on the online dating front. Figured the funnel needed some filling, is looking rather baron. Whilst I have begun some initial forays into connecting with potential men, so far, nothing (noone) is lighting my fire. I shall persist, no time for resting on the HH after all..

Tomorrow I am off interstate for work. Don't expect I'll meet my H in Adelaide though?! Then again I've always wondered how come I never get to sit next to a hot guy on the plane. Maybe tomorrow will be my lucky day?

If not, I'm back in old Sydney town on Saturday. I am off to the hairdressers on Saturday afternoon and will be taking my new do out on the town that night. I am slightly worried however, that me and my new hair are heading to Music Boys stomping ground. Alas, it's a friends farewell am not going to let him stand in the way of me saying my goodbyes.

Truth be known I am pining for Harvard. But seriously is only my loins doing the pining not my heart. Thankfully they are not as weak!

Anyhoo, wish me luck, I'm hopeful my next post will be far more interesting than this one.

xxxoooxxx

Unbloodybelievable

Music Boy did not cope well with being caught out. I have received no less than 3 text messages, all completely abusive. Am still in shock, for fucksake, he was the deceitful one!

Message one started out on the attack. The theme was, that I had been too harsh and that actually he should never have gone out with me at all, given I had moved our first date due to a hangover (ha ha not hangover but Harvardover). Which he was willing to overlook at the time but on reflection did not appreciate. He went on to admit he had blocked me, and said he wasn't sure why but perhaps hadn't been 100% about me and that he should never have asked me to deactivate my profile (dah).

I decided not to not to dignify this rude message with a response.

30 minutes later another text, which began 'Furthermore'. It went on to say that if I am so quick to react and make decisions I will apparently never meet anybody. And that after a failed marriage he wants to be sure next time, so wasn't it understandable that he wasn't ready to take the profile down?

You would think that I was the one chasing some sort of commitment!!!!! Realising I was winding him up by not responding, once again ignored him.

Really thought that would be the end of it. But no, today he goes and sends another bloody text message! Seriously the guy needs to accept defeat. This one.....Thanks for having the decency to reply Yvette. The fact you chose to respond to me via facebook is pretty gutless, goodbye and good luck.

What a complete dufus.

The good news is, I have learned an important lesson as a result of Music Boy. The way I see it, the route of the problem, was that Music Boy thought I was too good for him. And having had a long hard think about it, I've been here before. And so have some of my friends.

If a bloke believes you are probably out of his league he gets so excited he rushes the relationship, trying to get you to sign your life away with him asap. However, simultaneously he worries that at any moment you may realise (as he has) that you are too good for him and leave him. So, as a result of his insecurity, he opts to have a back up plan (ie bird). I am sure this is what happened with Richard (on of my ex's) and I am equally sure this is what happened with MB.

So the moral of the story is, it doesn't matter how willing you are to 'settle', it aint gunna work!

Night 3 in Melbourne was once again lots of fun, however did not involve any tall handsome strangers. Didn't hear from the hot guy from first night but then again I was sharing a hotel room so that would have been far too difficult anyways!

As for Harvard, he still has me on his mind. He started texting me again this afternoon, the messages started out friendly, then proceeded to get naughty. I couldn't resist, paid him a little visit I did. God he is a hot! Shame, shame, he is only after fun. I still seem to be handling this 'fun' thing ok. But I must admit, I suspect I need to be careful here. I have already told him that if my heart starts to get involved I must run for cover. And run for cover I will. Not yet though, ok?!

xxxoooxxx

What happened next

Is, I went out and had some good old fashion fun.

Long weekend in site, Music Boy in the rearview mirror I was off for a gals weekend in Melbourne.

Night one, boy one, Italian stallion and sexy kisser. Unfortunately after further interrogation, turns out he was telling porkies and actually Lebanese! Paolo, please I don't care but no lies. I moved on.

Night one, boy two, very very sexy boy. Spent a good hour staring at him willing him to approach. Which he did. Result, more kissing. But was rather late, and time to head home so with tears (as if), we parted. He got my number and we promised to meet again. Got some texts on return to the hotel. Rather looking forward to seeing him again. Oh yeah, thought he was about 25. Turned out was 33. Got me thinking at 25, 37 is novelty....at 33, perhaps just old?

Night two did not offer up any talent, but we've still got night three up our sleeve!

So the hunt continues. Music Boy sent text last night, clueless that I was on to him. I couldn't bring myself to reply. But this morning, after much thinking about what this all means I penned a rather blunt email waving him farewell. Adios non amigos!

Harvard also text. Booty Call me thinks. Will have to wait for another time but I'm ok to be his booty!

xxxoooxxx

Genuinely shocked, like super genuinely

Have just been alerted to online dating dodginess.

So, I logged in this morning to find that Music Boy had in fact removed his profile. And subsequently, good to my word did same.

Later today, friend with my best interests at heart did search off own bat, after reading last post to to ensure MB had removed profile (not realising I'd already checked). He was still there.

You wont believe this, I am still in shock....but it would seem he is a dodgy fucker. What he has done is blocked me so it looks to me AS IF he has made his profile inactive. But after further investigation, if I am not logged in he is still there.

No wonder I have trust issues!

Have put my profile back up and made pics visable for good measure.

Will not contact him but await his reaction. Is kind of funny despite dodginess of siutation. Must confess would not be coping so well if I was super in to him. Which kinda says it all.

xxxoooxxx

Role Reversal

Quick post, so busy at work right now, is rude!

Went out with Music Boy again last night. It would appear he has same lust for me as I experienced for Macka. The proof is;

• He told he went to the gym more often and trained harder because...of me!
• He pressured me into saying how I feel about him (was very nice, not totally honest)
• Requested I take my profile of online dating site after only 2 dates
• Also told me when he first saw me again last night his heart beat sped up

He is lovely this boy. But please explain why when it comes to him I: Don't feel like going to the gym more often, am resisting taking profile down, don't get fast beating heart and don't like talking about my feelings?!

Don't fear, I am going to give this some time. Maybe, just maybe, my feelings will deepen. If not, will run back to the other bastards with open arms.

Harvard text me whilst on date last night. Had to hide my smirk....it said 'I am thinking about you and it's making me horny'. Yeah right, he was born horny, doesn't need to think about me!

So even though I relented and have taken my profile down, I shouldn't feel that I am only seeing Music Boy exclusively yet should I? I mean 2 dates is not enough to base this scale of decision on? I can still see Harvard again right?

xxxoooxxx

Tutt tutt

Macka, Macka, Macka, I have already worked out you're a player, you really don't need to keep evidencing the fact!

I suspected he would at some point find his way out of the wood work once more. I just didn't imagine he would do it so soon or with such poor form.

So we left off with me saying (ok implying) that I was not up for a casual romp in the hey if you'll recall. On the last occasion he contacted me at 6pm on the night of State of Origin, asking if he could come to my house at half time. I flatly declined this invitation - ok request - and I thought made it quite clear this style of relationship twas not at all what I was after.

Seems he is a bit thick.

Last night at 6.15pm I received the following text message - Hey how have you been stranger. Do u want to come over to my place tonight for a few wines? What? I mean seriously WHAT? I mean hello, is there anybody home?

Actually I didn't get his message till after 7.30pm as was out at the gym (virtuous sigh, even if he did influence the beginnings of this new behavior). Of course I replied with no am busy, and having dinner with a friend you need to give me more notice. He didn't have the decency to even respond to this message. More evidence!

Oh well, not like I need him right now. Actually all up felt very popular yesterday, so the day ended for me with a satisfied smile. I mean, who would have thought even a week ago that I would have had both Harvard and Macka texting me an hour apart, with a 3rd man who actually seems to like my personality hovering in the wings.

It's all good, the momentum it seems is continuing to build!

xxxoooxxx

The results are in

I really thought he'd wait a couple of weeks, but no, Harvard is already in touch. Thankfully no suggested hook up as yet. Still, he is obviously keeping me 'sweet' for next time.

Meanwhile the results are in. I've done a poll, and the resounding finding it seems is that Harvard is on Viagra. Works pretty well then I'd say.

xxxoooxxx

HH Happenings

Am completely scared off Harvard, at least for the time being. Honestly, he has far too much energy for me. Was fun alright but all things considered a bit too much fun. I can tell you there wasn't much sleep to be had. And it wasn't for my lack of trying! Took me all day Saturday to get over it.

He's a funny one alright. All uptight until he has a few drinks under his belt and then he quickly replaces his persona with that of a wild child. And then, when daylight strikes, he once again retreats. Very amusing. I guess he is from the proper blue blood background and gets all ashamed that he is not good boy at all, in fact is a very naughty boy!

So I dropped him home Saturday morning and once again, a repeat of last month he was all quiet on the ride home (unlike on the ride itself). I expect I'll hear from him again though, will probably be a week or two and then he'll be backing hunting ME down. Alas, I might be busy with a new boyfriend by then so only time will tell if he will once again get his wicked way with me.

Meanwhile my date with Music Boy was quite the success. We spent the whole afternoon and into the evening together. On sight, I'll admit I wasn't immediately attracted, but he did manage to grow on me. Is radically different to how I felt about Macka and I'm not sure what is better. Weak at the knees, unable to concentrate, insecure school girl versus, mature, attractive confident woman. The real difference is asshole versus lovely bloke.

Which leaves me wondering, if I am ever going to be able to settle for a nice, solid, husband material type bloke. Seems they are not the guys I am attracted to. Am having a few words with myself in relationship to this matter.

Music Boy sent me a text as soon as I got home. He is super keen and has already confirmed a second date with me for this Thursday. I am going to go, and fingers crossed the growing on me will continue. The kissing at the end of last night I must admit did help matters, we certainly connected on that front. And an important front it is!

xxxoooxxx

The Rub

HH on hold, due to incoming date with Harvard! Had to move Music Boy. I mean, a girls got to have priorities. Yeah yeah, I know my priority should be the HH. But who knows, Music Boy could turn out to be my H so I may as well enjoy my last night with another man!

So tonight, Harvard, Sunday night Music Boy......everyone's a winner.

xxxoooxxx

A Harvard style ointment perhaps?

Just when I thought I was having a quiet patch, Harvard only goes and hunts me down via Facebook! He is claiming to have lost his phone and my number. Now I do recall my decision to send him packing if/when he contacted me. But it seems, the passage of time and my current status is impacting a change of heart. I wrote back. I know, I know, he isn't husband material. But we did have fun, and fun is good right?

Meanwhile back on the Hunt, there are also updates. Mr Intellect FINALLY called me. Of course I didn't manage to have a conversation with him but at least we spoke to each others voice mails. Bondi Boy and Irish are still MIA. Particularly weird re Irish. Has he been nabbed? I suspect he is getting some sort of action anyway. New to the list post the 24 hour 'outing' is Music Boy (works for music co.) and the Doctor (is Dr, very creative I know). Music boy actually just sent me a text message, so he is much quicker off the mark than most. Actually another text just in and we have arranged to meet this Friday night. Looks like this HHer has a date!

xxxoooxxx

This too shall pass

Shock horror, it's been 5 days and Macka hasn't contacted me. I know you are gasping in confusion. I mean who knew?

Meanwhile the universe is not being my friend right now on the man front. None of my prospects are coming up with the goods. In fact, in addition to missing goods they are also strangely all suffering from broken fingers. Hence a weekend without so much as text from any of them.

Although, I have to admit my weekend hasn't been all bad. I've been super healthy, even managing exercise both days. My alcohol consumption has been boringly but healthily low. My productivity has been, as a result, at something of a high. I wont bore you with all that I have accomplished but the list is long, I am feeling extremely happy with self.

But, am also am feeling a bit sad. I mean I know I did the right thing in cutting Macka loose, but let's face it, of all the men over the last two months, Macka had made the biggest HH related impact on me. So it's not altogether surprising that I'm feeling a little sorry for myself at the lack of contact. But like the heading says, this too shall pass, I expect after a few days the world will be looking somewhat rosier again.

In an attempt to speed up the recuperation I did the unthinkable....a 24 hour photo out-athon. Am currently experiencing an influx of potential suitors. I will update tomorrow re any serious contenders...it's been busy though, I tell you that much.

It's now Sunday night and the nerd in me is happy about one thing. This week, sans serious love interest I have a feeling I am going to be much better able to focus on work. And that means, I am going to get loads done. I told you it was nerdy. But come on it's important. Because as we all know, the following week who knows what head space I could be in!

xxxoooxxx

8 weeks, or a life time?

It seems before I knew it I have hit the two month mark on the Husband Hunt. How did this happen? And more importantly, why do I still not have a husband?

Actually it's got me thinking. Just how much influence has the Husband Hunt had on me and my prospecting. And I actually think it's been quite a success. I mean might not have a husband but I have achieved the following:

- Continual love life to report on (now even that makes a change)
- I have kissed, just about to count....ummm, the Local, Harvard, No. 2 Banker and Macka. So four men, which is an average of one a fortnight
- I have been out on dates with twice that many men - so one a week
- And finally, I am gaining momentum - and this is perhaps the most important of all - and is actually an element reported on by the good Robert Fritz who I much remember to credit with starting all this more often!

Back to the present the phone was strangely quiet last night. That's what I get for going for all the highfalutin ones with busy lives I suppose. To be fair I was quite relieved, it was very nice to have my forth alcohol free night at home alone. I know, I do need to modify this behavior somewhat but I've been sick alright!

Out for dinner tonight, at least it's not inside my house ;)

xxxoooxxx

Turning the corner

Really quite like the look of Bondi Boy. He asked for my number. He is calling me tonight! News from him, however, 3 online prospects share my Christian name. How rude, I am now v. concerned that my name is only associated with single chicks. I mean I hardly know anyone with my name, how does this happen?!

Mr Intellect also calling tonight. Lucky my sore throat has subsided, seems I have some chatting to do.

xxxoooxxx

The arm wrestle for control

Two and a half days have been feeling sick and sorry for myself and not a peep from Macka. Decided he could go jump, there was no way I was initiating contact, as I do believe he is playing me.

The waiting with patience was worth it somewhat. He text this afternoon a little 'are you free tonight' message. To which I replied 'I'm at home, what are you up to?'. He wrote back 'watching the football with some mates but I thought I could leave at half time and come and see you'. In the spirit of the recent BB ads - I don't think so!

I called him and played hard ball. Felt so good! Accused him of just wanting sex. Which I'm sure is exactly what is on his mind. Actually responded with a concurring, 'shit, you're on to me already'. I'm not stupid mate. I then said, go and enjoy the footy with your mates, I'm sure we'll find another time when we are both available over the next few days to catch up. And when we do, I would rather it just be about having fun than rushing to the bedroom. Pfft he said, am now going to make you wait another 10 dates for that to happen. Good I replied, I got '20' in return for being cheeky. Like woteva.

Not sure where all this will get me mind you. Maybe even off the dating rotation I reckon he has going. But so be it, I feel I have taken some power back and I like it.

As for other men.....Irish is due back any day and he owes me dinner. Mr Intellect was told to hold off on calling until tonsillitis subsided - so am thinking tomorrow night. And introducing a new addition (was bored yesterday), a 6 foot 3 Bondi bloke I picked up online yesterday. I don't know how I'm going to fit them all in but am going to get busy trying.

xxxoooxxx

Still on that roller coaster

The date was a resounding success. We went for a lovely dinner and chatted for hours. Good chats, lots of compliments, mutual agreement on moralistic issues and more. We drank most of a bottle of wine, then the restaurant was shutting so we brought the rest home to drink. Fooling around ensued. Then at midnight he went home (told you would be no sleep overs). Also he was flying at 6am the next day, such the adventure man.

Saturday I was floating on air much of the day, memories of the night before continually resurfacing. Also happy that I no longer felt as nervous about him, actually much more comfortable and certain that all was good.

Here's the thing though. I didn't hear from him at all that day. Which I found rather unsettling given the fooling around part. I had a friends bday drinks which started at 6pm, so by 8pm, alcohol fueled I sent a text. It was a very casual if cheeky message. The issue is however that 2 hours later he had not returned my message. By then I was so annoyed that I couldn't resist a little drunk and dial. He laughed and said he was just about to text back. Yeah right.

I got home at 2.30am and checked the online dating site which showed him to be online now! Not happy at all. I sent him another message. Such wise decisions all round. Message actually wasn't too bad it simply said am going to bed now, sorry about drunken call, talk soon.

So I woke up on Sunday completely miserable. However, despite feeling disappointed in my sightly stalkerish behavior, I couldn't shake the fact that I don't know what is going on with him. My fear is that he is looking for fun rather than love. Which means we are not on the same page. Worth noting that when I got up it still said he was online now. Basically he just hadn't logged out at some point....not such a big deal then.

Please explain why dating is such hard work? Now what do I do? Going over our date on the Friday night I did remember him saying one comment I thought a bit odd. It was 'I can't believe we've seen each other twice in one week'. Hmm. So Macka it seems is taking things much more slowly than I would have hoped. Then again he also casually suggested me going on a 2 week holiday with him in July so the messages were somewhat mixed!

I need to make a decision. Do I - a/ bring up taking our profiles down on our next date. Or b/ keep dating other men + try to take things slowly with Macka.

Right now I'm going for option b. Will just have to see how I go. I would love to be able to wait him out and have him suggesting the profiles come down!

FYI, I'm not worried that I've scared him off as last night he sent me a message....it said 'hey you big spunk, I'm looking forward to seeing you again this week, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'

Irish gets back this week. Mr Intellect has been texting. I mean I've got options.

One more tidbit. A very handsome man approached me whilst out for friends bday on Saturday night. We had a long chat. It seemed however that his girlfriend had recently moved to NZ and their relationship is on the rocks. As they are still together, I sent him on his way without so much as a kiss. I think he was in shock but thanked me profusely. Bloody men.

xxxoooxxx

ps last week was rather too social and am now blaming myself for the fact I have tonsillitis, new plan = taking it easy!

Finally a date with Macka!

I hope he is worth if after the week I have had. Stomach is now once more doing flips.

I am supposed to be meeting my friends for drinks in the city. My plan is to attempt to convince him to come with after dinner. If not can always catch them after. Clearly I do not want to rush this thing with Macka. There shall be no sleep overs tonight!

xxxoooxxx

Taking the bull (man) by the horns

I decided I might as well text to show another sign of interest to establish if there was any truth to the - Macka is keen but not sure what that I am - scenario. Nothing to lose at this point.

Tried playing it cool and casual. Wrote 'hey sexy, how has your week been? Plans this weekend?'. Strangely got instant response. Instant reply = 'Kissing U'. Maybe I have been misreading him?! Otherwise male advice could prove accurate?

Wrote back 'excellent - when?'. He has just written back and said he'll call me soon. I wonder if that means today?

Now. Time to come clean re some shenanigans last night. This is not my fault, repeat not my fault.

Had call from one of my besties. Seems she too is on the dating roller coaster this week. We lamented over the male species in general. Much swearing. But the phone call simply wasn't enough, she really needed drinking company. So what was I to do?

One thing (drink) led to another. Both met very sexy men. No long term potential but fun was had by all. Can you believe I met ANOTHER man from the SAME investment bank as Harvard?! Once again too young for me, bit older though - 31 apparently. I know what you're thinking and the answer is no, I did not shag him. Particularly glad given a/ he didn't say he'd call and b/ Macka is still on the scene. God he was hot though, so is shame when we parted he simply said goodbye rather than I'll call you soon. ....Yeah, you guessed it. More fess ups. No shagging but did have sleep over. Oops.

xxxoooxxx

ps now freaking out about the fact I have two nights out planned this weekend.....what was I thinking?!

Still not convinced

Nothing from Macka, not a peep. Told you I wasn't convinced.

On the bright side, he has had a rather impressive side effect so it hasn't been all for naught. I have now been to the gym 3 days in a row. That is equal to the amount of times I'd been to the gym, prior this week in 2008. To be fair it is Macka combined with impending work related bootcamp that has encouraged this turn of events. Although, I have to be honest, when I'm out of breath, sweaty and exhausted it's not thoughts of bootcamp keeping me at it.

Another Macka related incident. Today saw me checking out the Collette Dinnigan for Target lingerie range. I know, I know, I don't exactly need new lingerie. But I have a really good excuse. Strangely my once B cup boobs have grown to a D cup in my mid 30's. And pretty sets in a D cup are hard to come by without spending an arm and a leg. So I ducked out at lunch today and did a spot of shopping. Wow.....love it! Love it so much bought 4 sets. And all for the ridiculously low total cost of $250. You do realise I spent $180 on one set just two weeks ago for Harvard. God was that only 2 weeks ago? I mean Harvard who?

I have a theory that my breasts have grown as my body is doing everything in it's power to help me attract a male mate. Shame it hasn't simultaneously shrunk in other areas.

Anyhoo, Mr Intellect is calling me for our first 'chat' tonight. After that I have a rather busy socially active weekend ahead. But I'm sure when (if) I do hear from Macka I will manage to squeeze him in somewhere just the same. I hope it's somewhere good!

xxxoooxxx

Mixed Emotions

I have to say the Husband Hunt is feeling like a roller coaster ride right now. I never seem to know when I'm going to be in for the next big rise or fall.

Over the past 24 hours I have experienced a fairly decent high, followed by a rather steep low. I guess that's what they call dating.

Macka finally asked me out. However, he asked me out last night and I had a work dinner. I tried to compromise and do both. This ended up being a bad move and left Macka offering up the comment 'I just thought you sounded so busy I decided to leave you to it'. Ouch.

So no date then. And a bit of stroppiness to boot.

Whilst at dinner I took some love life advice from a male companion. His 2 cents is that Macka really likes me but Macka is totally unsure of himself right now, having entered the dating scene for the first time in many, many years. And that perhaps I should be giving him some more straight forward signs that I am interested. His opinion, the guy wouldn't have a clue what he is doing and the fact he said he was "dreaming" about me was more than enough to convince him that Macka is smitten.

I tried this angle, and took his advice. Hence the low. I'm not sure it got me anywhere. I actually wrote an email this morning, told him I wanted to see him and suggested tonight OR tomorrow night just to make it easy to say yes. However, Macka it seems is working late both nights (or is he going on other rsvp dates?!). He did say we should hook up again soon....but back to not knowing when. Why can't he just name a date?

I'm still hopeful Macka will come good but I'm not convinced. Men - can't live with them, can't live without them. I swear, I am sooooo much more together when I'm single. I mean is the husband hunt really worth it? It seems I am getting nowhere with work this week, I am far too preoccupied. Clearly I need to grow up, feel like a teenager with all this Macka obsessing.

So I am trying to concentrate on some alternative prospects. Irish is in frequent contact. He has just been on the IM reminding me that he owes me a dinner date. This shall be taking place on his return - so probably in about 10 days.

Mr Intellect has written back and given me the nod. Decided to send him my mobile number today. Clearly I am free tonight and tomorrow night!

New on the scene, the blind date / set up has been writing to me via facebook. Seems a nice guy. Not sure he is my type but I'm happy to engage in the banter and see what happens. Biggish problem though, he lives in Brisbane, which is even further than Oatley. Think I shall christen him Vegas.

xxxoooxxx