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
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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
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
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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
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
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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
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
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
Friday, August 8, 2008
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
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
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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
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
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