My friend's girlfriend is having a night out this weekend to celebrate her birthday. I guess I'm invited along, we're quite friendly though I wouldn't say we were close. The problem is that I also have a night out with co-workers on the same night and it's probably going to be quite a long evening.
Why is this a problem? Well, my friend's girlfriend has this young lady friend that I think is single and who I'd dearly love to meet. I've seen a few photos on Facebook and she's absolutely gorgeous.
Bugger! The best I can do is hope that we bump into them around the town when we're all out.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Karma of a kind
One of my house mates (the decent one) has just arrived home with a look of thunder on his face. Apparently his rather expensive bike (push bike not motor bike) has been stolen from where he works. We're talking about a couple of hundred quid, either. It's much more than that.
Where does the karma come into it, you ask? We both my house mates are weird when it comes to money. They'll both splash out on the luxuries, but when it comes to day-to-day items, they'll steadfastly refuse to spend money... to the point where I'd call them tight.
It could be argued that, without the luxury items (this year, between them, they'll have bought two brand new bikes - one each, a new car, a couple of foreign trips - exotic, not Easyjet destinations, a laptop and a new Apple iMac, an iPhone each and a few other items) they live just like students - everything is beans and pasta for tea, for example, or food for a BBQ is always the cheapest sausages and burgers. When I pointed out a house to one of them recently, a £5 per month increase in rent (for a much nicer house) was described as too expensive.
So, from my perspective, while I do like the guy, I'm finding it hard to feel sorry for him when he makes it hard for us with his day to day living and the loss of a two grand bike, when a five pound monthly increase in rent is too much, is karma.
Still it's shaken him up a bit and I could use this to my advantage in getting out of this current house ASAP instead of sitting around waiting for something to happen.
Where does the karma come into it, you ask? We both my house mates are weird when it comes to money. They'll both splash out on the luxuries, but when it comes to day-to-day items, they'll steadfastly refuse to spend money... to the point where I'd call them tight.
It could be argued that, without the luxury items (this year, between them, they'll have bought two brand new bikes - one each, a new car, a couple of foreign trips - exotic, not Easyjet destinations, a laptop and a new Apple iMac, an iPhone each and a few other items) they live just like students - everything is beans and pasta for tea, for example, or food for a BBQ is always the cheapest sausages and burgers. When I pointed out a house to one of them recently, a £5 per month increase in rent (for a much nicer house) was described as too expensive.
So, from my perspective, while I do like the guy, I'm finding it hard to feel sorry for him when he makes it hard for us with his day to day living and the loss of a two grand bike, when a five pound monthly increase in rent is too much, is karma.
Still it's shaken him up a bit and I could use this to my advantage in getting out of this current house ASAP instead of sitting around waiting for something to happen.
An anti-climax
A few weeks ago, I suggested to DSC that we might head out for a drink and to catch up a bit. She seemed keen on the idea, but ultimately, the entire night was taken out of my hands as DSC dictated which bar we'd go to and, more importantly, who was coming.
Well, that night was last night and it was every bit as uncomfortable as I'd expected. I've stated on here many times that I'm not the world's most confident person when meeting people for the first time and, to a certain extent, I'm pretty quiet anyway. I've always considered myself to be more of a listener than a talker. On top of that, DSC and her two friends were forever logging on to their phones to check Plenty of Fish as they're all members and the bar we were in seemed to have rather a lot of members there as DSC would nip off, then come back with a few people in tow, meaning more strangers to have to talk to. If I have another night out with DSC, I'm calling the shots.
So, I turned up to the bar anyway, really to see DSC but also to see if her cute friend was "available". Her cute friend wasn't available, having arranged, of all things, a date for the same night. The poor fella really didn't know what to do, especially as we were told (by DSC's cute friend) that there was zero chemistry. From text messages received after I left, she might have changed her mind though.
On my way out of the pub, I caught sight of a really cute girl that seemed familiar and, if I'm not mistaken, it was a girl that I'd tried to converse with on Match.com, only to be ignored (also see this blog entry). She's just as cute in real life as her pictures indicated online. If I'd spotted her earlier in the evening instead of closing time (and I wasn't in the best of form after a pretty poor night out) then I would have done something about it. In hindsight, I should have made an effort. Who knows if I'll see her out and about again?
Well, that night was last night and it was every bit as uncomfortable as I'd expected. I've stated on here many times that I'm not the world's most confident person when meeting people for the first time and, to a certain extent, I'm pretty quiet anyway. I've always considered myself to be more of a listener than a talker. On top of that, DSC and her two friends were forever logging on to their phones to check Plenty of Fish as they're all members and the bar we were in seemed to have rather a lot of members there as DSC would nip off, then come back with a few people in tow, meaning more strangers to have to talk to. If I have another night out with DSC, I'm calling the shots.
So, I turned up to the bar anyway, really to see DSC but also to see if her cute friend was "available". Her cute friend wasn't available, having arranged, of all things, a date for the same night. The poor fella really didn't know what to do, especially as we were told (by DSC's cute friend) that there was zero chemistry. From text messages received after I left, she might have changed her mind though.
On my way out of the pub, I caught sight of a really cute girl that seemed familiar and, if I'm not mistaken, it was a girl that I'd tried to converse with on Match.com, only to be ignored (also see this blog entry). She's just as cute in real life as her pictures indicated online. If I'd spotted her earlier in the evening instead of closing time (and I wasn't in the best of form after a pretty poor night out) then I would have done something about it. In hindsight, I should have made an effort. Who knows if I'll see her out and about again?
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
More dreams
I had a bit of a weird dream last night. Somehow, I managed to find myself in a situation where I personally met Belle de Jour and we ended up becoming friends. Things progressed and eventually we ended up dating. And, well, that's about it. I was rudely awoken this morning at about half past five as one of my house mates was going on holiday and, typically for him, is oblivious to the rest of us in the house. As an aside, I can't remember if I've spoken about the house mates at length, but they're due a post or two. Getting back to my dream, while I said I was dating Belle de Jour, it wasn't Brooke Magnanti (pictured below) who is the real Belle de Jour:
and nor was it the rather foxy looking Billie Piper (below, as BdJ):
but instead, the Belle in my dream was a combination of them both and K, a girl I've mentioned previously.
As with most of my dreams, I've no idea if it means anything, why it would be Belle or why Belle in my dream would be personified by Dr Magnanti, Billie Piper and K. It was a very pleasant dream, but I have to admit to be being somewhat disappointed when I woke up, only to realise I wasn't dating author and scientist Belle de Jour.
And here are the two of them, talking:
but instead, the Belle in my dream was a combination of them both and K, a girl I've mentioned previously.
As with most of my dreams, I've no idea if it means anything, why it would be Belle or why Belle in my dream would be personified by Dr Magnanti, Billie Piper and K. It was a very pleasant dream, but I have to admit to be being somewhat disappointed when I woke up, only to realise I wasn't dating author and scientist Belle de Jour.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Contact frustrations.
BW was in contact recently on Facebook. BW is a weirdo, to put it bluntly. He asked how I was, then when I replied and asked after him and his family, ignored what I'd said and asked if I was free in the next few weeks. I've told him I'm not, and this is true. This coming weekend, I'm out with a bloke from work and a visitor he has coming to visit. That's Friday. On Saturday, I'm out with DSC and a few of her friends, one of whom is quite cute. I might see if there's anything going there. I'm slightly annoyed because this was all my idea about meeting up and I hate it when my own plans are, to be blunt, hijacked. It could be redeemed if DSC's mate fancies some fun.
The week after that, I'm going out with work and have a flat warming party with an old school mate.
The following weekend I have a few birthday parties to go to. So, in terms of weekends, I'm pretty busy. Suffice to say, having given BW all this information, he's not come back to me. I'm tempted to send a message telling him to sort himself out.
The week after that, I'm going out with work and have a flat warming party with an old school mate.
The following weekend I have a few birthday parties to go to. So, in terms of weekends, I'm pretty busy. Suffice to say, having given BW all this information, he's not come back to me. I'm tempted to send a message telling him to sort himself out.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Catching up.
I got a message from QC2 today. I had wondered what was going on. She hadn't replied to messages in ages, so I (naturally) assumed something was up. Thankfully that's not the case, so I suggested we meet for drinks. I originally suggested Tuesday, but that's been shot down. I left the ball in QC2's court (perhaps wrongly given her lack of recent contact) as her time is taken up more than mine at the moment. I hope she gets back to me soon. The weather's great at the moment and that'll make a night in the pub chatting with QC2 very pleasant indeed.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Frustration
Things have been very busy for the past month or so, and I’m currently writing this up offline, so can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before. I’m in the process of moving house again. My current place has been put up for sale by our landlords so we’re looking about for somewhere new.
We’ve already looked at a few places and they’ve been OK, but we have specific requirements in a new house, not least there good sized rooms (plus I have a few that I’ve not mentioned to the guys that I want in a new place).
Howver, searching the internet yesterday, I found a couple. One in particular looks great. Plenty of space, three rooms, storage space, a garden, decent area. There is one downside to it, but I don’t consider that to be a big deal. I sent it on to the guys via email.
When I got back, one of the guys in the house immediately said that it was too expensive. He started on to talk about the one disadvantage to it, but I was already starting to lose my temper by this stage. It’s not too expensive. It’s a much better house than we currently live in, with more space, handier to shops, along a better bus route and, for two out of the three housemates, it’s five pounds more than we’re currently paying. For the third, it’s twenty five pounds more, but this person gets an en-suite shower room. Personally, I’d gladly pay the extra for an en-suite.
I’m frustrated not by the guy pointing out the disadvantage but by his instant dismissal of the monthly rent. These guys are professionals who are around thirty years old, but live (and spend) like students. Grow up, guys!
We’ve already looked at a few places and they’ve been OK, but we have specific requirements in a new house, not least there good sized rooms (plus I have a few that I’ve not mentioned to the guys that I want in a new place).
Howver, searching the internet yesterday, I found a couple. One in particular looks great. Plenty of space, three rooms, storage space, a garden, decent area. There is one downside to it, but I don’t consider that to be a big deal. I sent it on to the guys via email.
When I got back, one of the guys in the house immediately said that it was too expensive. He started on to talk about the one disadvantage to it, but I was already starting to lose my temper by this stage. It’s not too expensive. It’s a much better house than we currently live in, with more space, handier to shops, along a better bus route and, for two out of the three housemates, it’s five pounds more than we’re currently paying. For the third, it’s twenty five pounds more, but this person gets an en-suite shower room. Personally, I’d gladly pay the extra for an en-suite.
I’m frustrated not by the guy pointing out the disadvantage but by his instant dismissal of the monthly rent. These guys are professionals who are around thirty years old, but live (and spend) like students. Grow up, guys!
Sunday, June 06, 2010
*yawn*
My sleeping pattern has been really screwed up after the last couple of days. Partly, I'm still recovering a little from my little trip away, but also, staying out all night on Friday with JB didn't help matters. It was an enjoyable night, but the early part of next week is going to be tough while I attempt to readjust back to a normal-ish routine.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Cocktails and dreams.
The weather's good and I'm looking forward to the weekend. The only thing planned so far is JB's birthday celebration with a few people I know and a few I don't. It'll be a different night out than I'm used to - a meal followed by cocktails and a club - and definitely not would you would call my kind of night, but I'm strangely looking forward to it.
Time to knuckle down.
I'm back from my stint out of the country and getting back into work. This is where things get tough, in my new role and department. I have a few days to sort things out, admin-wise, and then come the start of next week, it's all work for the next few months. Hard work. I'm looking forward to it though. I like a challenge.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)