I'm not often rendered speechless by the women I see on Tinder. There are some gorgeous women there, but pictures alone rarely do things for me. I like to see women move, smile, interact with others
I struggle to recall the last woman that I genuinely wanted to match and meet. Pre-Covid maybe?
Until tonight. Someone who looks like a combination of Jennifer Lawrence and Olivia Munn.
I mean, for all I know she's a horrible person, but based on looks alone... wowzer.
I thought I'd already posted about this before, but this young lady, Ellie Littlechild, keeps popping up in videos that are suggested to me in my YouTube feed. Not a cause for comment or even posting, but she gives me massive K vibes. It's in that vague, squint and they kinda look alike way and they have a similar figure. Plus, there's also the fact she presents film-related videos, and K was a massive film nerd. She possibly still is.
Off the back of the memory that I blogged about a few days ago about a past tryst, I found myself looking at the photos I took of my second trip to New Zealand, back in 2008. E lived there at the time, and she was the primary reason for going back out. I deliberately didn't contact FA2 when I went out. E still lives there, actually, and I'm always tempted to go back out. But part of me wants to try somewhere new. I'm still tempted by New York, but there are obvious reasons I don't really want to go there at this moment in time.
KfW2 just messaged. We're good for next week. Next week? Yesterday, we were aiming for the end of next month. I'm not complaining per se, but this is the type of dizziness that KfW2 shows when arranging things. I am free next weekend, so it's not like the date's inconvenient to me. I have messaged back, making sure she's got her dates right. I bet she hasn't.
This morning, I thought of a woman that I'd not thought of in years. We had this brief thing when I was travelling about 20 years ago. She was a barmaid at a local bar I frequented, a few years younger than me. I went in one weeknight because I wanted some company and knew no-one else.
I'd spoken to her before, of course. But never a one-to-one conversation. There were always people about.
I got chatting to some of the people in the bar and that was that. They all drifted off until it was just me and her. She closed the bar and we sat on for another few drinks. The conversation flowed, so she suggested we went back to hers for more drinks, and I accepted. At that stage, I had no inkling anything was on the cards. She was cute, but I was enjoying the conversation.
There was something intimate about sitting in an empty bar, the doors locked, only a few lights on and chatting. We weren't sharing anything massively private or anything. If memory serves, it was just your basic "what are you going to do with your life" kinda stuff. But we kept our voices low nonetheless, as if people were listening.
And I'm a sucker for that kind of conversation. That's why I like the nights in the bar with KfW2. It's why I miss my email "conversations" with USHW.
Anyway, we went back to hers and I eventually spent the night. There was a repeat performance a few months later just before I left to come home, and that was it. I tried to find her on Facebook years ago, but could never find her. Partly because I couldn't remember her surname for ages.
And she popped into my head this morning as I was brushing my teeth.
I wouldn't say that I have a sweet tooth, but I do take cravings every now and again. I don't particularly like chocolate, but I love chocolate flavoured things: ice cream, muffins, desserts etc.
Today is one of those days. I have successfully fought off the urge to get something sweet - thankfully I was feeling lazy today and the weather is awful, so I'll admit it wasn't only willpower that got me through.
I'm regretting it now though.
KfW2's just off the phone, sharing some good news. We chatted briefly, she's running around after her kids at the moment, and on top of that, she sounded rough. Like really ill. There's a 'flu type thing going round at the moment that's hard to shake. Most people I know are taking at least ten days to get over the main symptoms and much longer to shake a persistent cough.
But I think we've nailed down a date to meet. Or rather, for me to go to hers that weekend, with OP. We've pencilled in a weekend at the end of next month - four weeks from now.
You could argue that I'm too old for masters of the Universe. I'm definitely too old to be interested in a film about He-Man, and I barely remember the cartoon from the 80s.
However, this film stars blog favourites Alison Brie and Morena Baccarin.
Yeah, I'll probably watch this one.
Neither Quiet Girl nor Stalky Guy are going to this month's work event. I'm disappointed. It's not just Quiet Girl's non-attendance, but in general. My lack of social life over Xmas has continued into January, so I was hoping to get out to the pub, have a few drinks and do some people watching.
I've reached out to a few other people, but I am not holding my breath.
As expected, our monthly work night out has just been announced for the end of next week. I've already posted in our shared chat in work that has Quiet Girl and Stalky Guy in it. No replies as yet, but fingers crossed. It'd be good to get out and socialise and do some people watching. I've barely left the house this month.
It was extremely difficult to get out of bed this morning for work. I don't know why, there was nothing obvious on my mind this morning. Still I did manage it eventually, and things got back on track once I had a couple of large, strong coffees.
Was it because it was Blue Monday?
(I think the concept of Blue Monday is rubbish FWIW)
