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 ;)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
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
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
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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
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
Sunday, June 15, 2008
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:
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
- 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!
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
Friday, June 13, 2008
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
xxxoooxxx
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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
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
Monday, June 9, 2008
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
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
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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
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
Friday, June 6, 2008
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
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
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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;
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
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
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
Monday, June 2, 2008
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
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
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
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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
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
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