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