The emails from the Finnish girl have dried up and they never really got beyond the smalltalk stage anyway. I did my best, right up until the last email from her which was very much a dead end one not inviting further discussion. I did send off another one afterwards, but that was a few days ago and I'm not expecting to hear from her again.
So, as a question to you females out there... Why was she so desperate to get contact details off of me? We only spoke for a few hours, there was nothing ever going to happen apart from a pen-friends kind of thing (which is slightly weird I suppose when you're 30+), but still might have been cool. I dunno...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
The non-girlfriend.
I read a post on a blog somewhere recently. I'm convinced it was at Midwest and Wombat's place, Kiss'n'Blog, but I'll be damned if I can find it. The post (it was by a bloke, and in this case that would have been Wombat) mentioned women who were platonic friends, but who treated you like a boyfriend they wouldn't shag i.e. not splitting the bill at dinner, using you for something they needed done etc.
While reading this post, a light bulb appeared over my head, cartoon-style. PD could be this type of person. OK, she's extremely easy on the eye and has one of the greatest racks I've ever seen (although I haven't given it the close scrutiny I'd like to) and as I've no doubt said before, was great fun to talk to. We met at a work-related night class (though we do not work together) at the tail end of last year, found ourselves sitting beside each other at the back of the class, often sniggering like we were schoolkids again.
It turned out that I'd covered most of the material at university, so it was mostly old news to me – just a refresher course, but it was all new to PD. As possibly the only person in the class that she conversed with, I ended up helping her out. I can't remember if she asked or if I offered. Does it make a difference? Maybe, maybe not. It didn't take up a lot of time anyway – perhaps fifteen to twenty minutes to look over each assignment we had to hand in which was about once every three weeks. So, it was hardly the biggest commitment in the world.
I found her easy to talk to. I'm not a big conversationalist, so finding people that I can simply talk to is a rare thing and I try to keep in contact with these people because they are so rare. The class did end before Christmas though and we did agree to keep in contact. PD explained that, at the very least, she felt she owed me a drink or two for guiding her in the right direction throughout the course. As a single guy who likes the company of attractive, sexy women, I was never going to argue.
And we actually did stay in contact… at least by email (though she has other contact details of mine). There were even plans to try and get our respective groups of friends to be in the same bar at the same time, although these plans invariably fell by the wayside as last minute changes were made. However, over the past few weeks it occurred to me that I was doing all the running. I was the one sending the emails, asking the questions, making the suggestions. PD, if I was lucky, might send a reply that was friendly but non-committal. Does that make sense? I'd never really made up my mind if PD was someone I wanted to pursue romantically (she does tick a few of ruuude's checklist boxes for potentials but there are negative aspects, too) or remain just friends with her.
So, was she using me? The email contact is getting worse, briefer and less regular (and I'm still making the running). Perhaps I should just dump this non-girlfriend?
While reading this post, a light bulb appeared over my head, cartoon-style. PD could be this type of person. OK, she's extremely easy on the eye and has one of the greatest racks I've ever seen (although I haven't given it the close scrutiny I'd like to) and as I've no doubt said before, was great fun to talk to. We met at a work-related night class (though we do not work together) at the tail end of last year, found ourselves sitting beside each other at the back of the class, often sniggering like we were schoolkids again.
It turned out that I'd covered most of the material at university, so it was mostly old news to me – just a refresher course, but it was all new to PD. As possibly the only person in the class that she conversed with, I ended up helping her out. I can't remember if she asked or if I offered. Does it make a difference? Maybe, maybe not. It didn't take up a lot of time anyway – perhaps fifteen to twenty minutes to look over each assignment we had to hand in which was about once every three weeks. So, it was hardly the biggest commitment in the world.
I found her easy to talk to. I'm not a big conversationalist, so finding people that I can simply talk to is a rare thing and I try to keep in contact with these people because they are so rare. The class did end before Christmas though and we did agree to keep in contact. PD explained that, at the very least, she felt she owed me a drink or two for guiding her in the right direction throughout the course. As a single guy who likes the company of attractive, sexy women, I was never going to argue.
And we actually did stay in contact… at least by email (though she has other contact details of mine). There were even plans to try and get our respective groups of friends to be in the same bar at the same time, although these plans invariably fell by the wayside as last minute changes were made. However, over the past few weeks it occurred to me that I was doing all the running. I was the one sending the emails, asking the questions, making the suggestions. PD, if I was lucky, might send a reply that was friendly but non-committal. Does that make sense? I'd never really made up my mind if PD was someone I wanted to pursue romantically (she does tick a few of ruuude's checklist boxes for potentials but there are negative aspects, too) or remain just friends with her.
So, was she using me? The email contact is getting worse, briefer and less regular (and I'm still making the running). Perhaps I should just dump this non-girlfriend?
Friday, March 17, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Questioning my own behaviour.
When I first started this blog, it was for my own reasons. It wasn't because I thought anyone would be interested in my life (or more accurately, these isolated incidents in my life) but that I would write these things down as a cathartic exercise interspersed with various other thoughts going through my head.
No-one knows who I am, apart from one person and the aim was to keep myself to myself and just write the blog. I could have done the same thing with a private blog, but really I don't think it would be the release that I sometimes want or need it to be if I didn't think that someone popped by randomly every now and again and read it.
I keep hitting the random blog button and seeking out other blogs, mainly for entertainment and have found a few great ones but always watched from afar. Today, though, I've done something I didn't think I'd ever do. I've left comments for other people on their blogs and not anonymously either. They're done with my username for this blog. I wonder why I did that? Is it tied in with the fact I've made about four posts today when I can sometimes barely remember this blog even exists?
No-one knows who I am, apart from one person and the aim was to keep myself to myself and just write the blog. I could have done the same thing with a private blog, but really I don't think it would be the release that I sometimes want or need it to be if I didn't think that someone popped by randomly every now and again and read it.
I keep hitting the random blog button and seeking out other blogs, mainly for entertainment and have found a few great ones but always watched from afar. Today, though, I've done something I didn't think I'd ever do. I've left comments for other people on their blogs and not anonymously either. They're done with my username for this blog. I wonder why I did that? Is it tied in with the fact I've made about four posts today when I can sometimes barely remember this blog even exists?
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Sigh.
A friend of mine, A, is going through a breakup that happened quite a while ago. She's not really listening to reason about it, or so it seems to me and I do have knowledge that it wasn't all rosy as she thinks it was. There are previous posts about it if you choose to look 'em up. That makes it very frustrating to listen to her because, while I do have sympathy for her, I think this news could help her get back on her feet though I feel that it's by far not my responsibility to let her know.
The Matrix
Ignoring all of the obvious plot hole in The Matrix, one question I always wondered how or why the graphical representation of each (human) character inside The Matrix was actually how they looked outside of The Matrix. I mean, I only know what I look like by looking in the mirror. Those people never even opened their eyes unless they were pulled from The Matrix, so explain that Wachowski Brothers. Smug twats.
Oh... I was reading a piece about V for Vendetta in case you were wondering where that came from.
Oh... I was reading a piece about V for Vendetta in case you were wondering where that came from.
Mhm.
From my time in the Baltics, I met a nice young Finnish girl. We've been swapping emails recently, though it's all small talk at the moment, hopefully it'll develop into something - a 'penfriend' or something. I don't like small talk, really. Partly because I'm no good at it but mainly because I find it so... pointless. Unless it leads onto something else, which leads me back to 'penfriend'.
PD's home today, though I don't expect to hear from her until next week at some point, if at all. I made a mentionin my last email of forgetting about this meeting up at the weekend when we're both out with friends idea and simply nailing down a night and going out for a drink. She can take that any way she chooses, but if this doesn't happen soon then I'll probably just give up.
The book on flirting and body language arrived a few days ago, and I've just about started reading it. It is interesting, but will obviously only ever be useful if I actually remember the stuff it's telling me AND pay attention to other people's body language. I guess it means I'll simply have to keep re-reading it until it sinks in.
For the future: I finally made arrangements to go and visit F at the end of May. I've promised her for ages that I would visit, but never got around to finalising any details. Now we have, so that's in the pipeline, and it should be really good fun.
With it being St. Patrick's Day next week, I'm sure I can head down the pub and toast good old St. P. The gym's still going (slowly), but I'm close to signing up for the work's footy team that plays once per week and we've also been offered a deal on a new bike by work too which could mean substantial savings (e.g. £150 for a £300 bike), which I'll probably take them up on. Both of these should mean an increase in exercise without having to go near the gym (plus the bike's always handy for getting around).
PD's home today, though I don't expect to hear from her until next week at some point, if at all. I made a mentionin my last email of forgetting about this meeting up at the weekend when we're both out with friends idea and simply nailing down a night and going out for a drink. She can take that any way she chooses, but if this doesn't happen soon then I'll probably just give up.
The book on flirting and body language arrived a few days ago, and I've just about started reading it. It is interesting, but will obviously only ever be useful if I actually remember the stuff it's telling me AND pay attention to other people's body language. I guess it means I'll simply have to keep re-reading it until it sinks in.
For the future: I finally made arrangements to go and visit F at the end of May. I've promised her for ages that I would visit, but never got around to finalising any details. Now we have, so that's in the pipeline, and it should be really good fun.
With it being St. Patrick's Day next week, I'm sure I can head down the pub and toast good old St. P. The gym's still going (slowly), but I'm close to signing up for the work's footy team that plays once per week and we've also been offered a deal on a new bike by work too which could mean substantial savings (e.g. £150 for a £300 bike), which I'll probably take them up on. Both of these should mean an increase in exercise without having to go near the gym (plus the bike's always handy for getting around).
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Well, well. (It's a hole in the ground you get water from).
It's been a busy few weeks. Work has been mad - everything's gone tits up over the past fortnight, and there's a HUGE project to be handed in over the course of the new few days, so it's a busy time as you can imagine.
I still managed to get away with the boys recently to one of the Baltic states. Had a great time - beer was cheap, food was cheap and there were plenty of people to talk to. I even managed to get an email address of a girl from Finland. It'll be interesting to see what that's all about - she did all the chasing for contact details, though I wasn't able to offer mine at the time (too drunk y'see). Still, I think I prefer it this way as it put the onus of contact on me. I'll drop her a line next week.
I still haven't seen or heard from PD or E in ages. I emailled PD today and I'll drop E a text tomorrow.
I still managed to get away with the boys recently to one of the Baltic states. Had a great time - beer was cheap, food was cheap and there were plenty of people to talk to. I even managed to get an email address of a girl from Finland. It'll be interesting to see what that's all about - she did all the chasing for contact details, though I wasn't able to offer mine at the time (too drunk y'see). Still, I think I prefer it this way as it put the onus of contact on me. I'll drop her a line next week.
I still haven't seen or heard from PD or E in ages. I emailled PD today and I'll drop E a text tomorrow.
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