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