Just chat.

One of our regular work nights out last night. Only Stalky Guy and I were in attendance from anyone I was friendly with in work. It was a bar I'd never been to before and it was excellent. Great vibes, open, airy, bright... I'll definitely be back another time.

Stalky Guy was all chat. And it was he who brought up Quiet Girl's friend who I think made a move on me last year. He didn't know that, mind you, even though if she did, she did it in front of both he and Quiet Girl herself. At least, that's my recollection.

But while I do have my reservations about Stalky guy's company at times, especially around his social skills, he was OK last night. Maybe that's because it was just the two of us, who knows?

Out, half a dozen drinks, and back home for around half past nine. And regular readers will know that I often like to post pictures of celebs who look like or give off vibes like the people mentioned on this blog, so here's another. The girl in this music video gives me Quiet Girl's Friend vibes. And it's just such a great song into the bargain. A real summer tune.

 

And if you're in the UK, the actress in the Lynx advert with the dog who attacks her date. She also gives off serious QGF vibes.

Oh?

For the first time ever, maybe, I dreamt about CB last night. A group of people from work, including GB, were travelling. We were joined by another group that included CB. GB got all conspiratorial and was teasing me about my crush on CB.

"You have a crush on her!" 

"Well, yeah, I've never made that a secret!" 

"What will you do if people find out?"

"Errr... nothing?"

"What will you do if I tell CB?"

"Dunno. Thank you?"

GB wasn't getting the rise she wanted. But the dream was pretty much that. GB teasing me, threatening to share the not-secret secret and we'd keep bumping into the crowd of people with CB, but never interacting directly with her.

Slightly frustrating. But I've not thought about CB in I don't know how long. Ages. So the subject of the dream surprised me somewhat.

Flying high.

The travel bug has hit hard over the past few days. I've been semi-looking at Canada as a possible destination: Toronto or Vancouver for a week or so.

I've not really thought about either of these places before but they've been in my mind. I can't even think of anything specific to these cities that I'd want to do or see. Compare that to New York where I could list off ten things to do/see without even thinking about it.

So, yeah, Canada. Hmmm.

Break up.

I'm slowly starting to adapt to the mattress. I'm falling asleep quicker (though the past few days have seen me out and about, working in the office which has really taken it out of me). But I'm waking around 530 AM and not really falling asleep again.

Anyway, I had a dream last night that featured FA2. In it, we were dating, but I was trying to break it off with her as gently as I could, but every time I tried to have that conversation, she would seduce me. I woke before any kind of resolution but I've not thought about FA2 in ages.

However, as I was typing the above, it came to me that this Friday is the anniversary of our becoming an item. We went to a bar, had a few drinks, ended up back at hers, I stayed over and we had "the chat" the next morning before going for another round or two.

We always disagreed on the date. She said it was the Friday, when we went back to her place and had sex. It had been building up to it all week, mind you. In my head, it was the Saturday, once we had "the chat".

Did I know that subconsciously? Is that why I had that particular dream?

Well?

Not that I plan on turning this blog into some kind of celebrity gossip blog or anything, but I saw these photos of Hayley Atwell promoting the latest Mission Impossible. Is it just me or has she lost a lot of weight? Moreso in the first and last photos here, less so in the second.

 Also... I never knew she had tattoos. I do like a woman with a few tattoos. The positioning of Atwell's is where I wanted to get my second, if I ever made a decision on what I wanted to get tattooed.

Low energy.

I met with Nerdy Girl this evening - rescheduled from last week. I was feeling low energy, having spent the past two days in the office. I contemplated postponing again but with the weather being good and still wanting to get up off my fat ass, I decided against it.

Nerdy Girl turned up, somewhat agitated. Work issues, she explained. Nothing bad, just a problem she can't solve. We did our lap. Usually we'd grab a bite to eat or hit CB Pub for a drink. But tonight, I could tell she wanted to get back to her house to have another crack at the problem.

That actually suited me down to the ground. We parted ways and I got home.

Oh, and in other news, somewhat randomly, Mr QC1 passed us in the park. He's an avid runner, but I've not seen him (or QC1) in over a year.

Hmmm...

Quiet Girl has been off work for the past week. We have big bosses over and everyone has to go into the office on Wednesday, so I was planning on seeing if she was going to attend the next work event in just over two weeks time.

But her out of office has changed. As I said, she was off last week, due back tomorrow, but now she won't be back until the start of June. It has me pondering. Last-minute holiday away? she does like travelling. Or is it something more personal? That's not a good thing, usually.

I'm genuinely toying with the idea of sending her a WhatsApp.

Party over here.

The gig was great. High energy, great music and just fun, too. That's not always the case, even with music I like. But the band, TerrorVision, put on a good show.

And the saxophonist/back singer wearing a figure hugging catsuit thing caught my eye too. Imagine Bernadette from The Big Bang Theory in a robot catsuit, and you kinda have that vibe.

Sadly the night ended earlier than I would have liked - the band took the stage at 8 PM and played for 90 minutes. Rather than stay out for a few drinks, D and his wife returned home. It's about an hour's drive, so understandable.

If you've not listened to TerrorVision before, I recommend them. 

Satisfaction.

I didn't sleep particularly well last night. I don't know if it was the heat, the back pain or the new bed. Or all three?

I did wake with this phrase going through my head: "Cuddling, kissing, touching. Fucking. Lusty sex... Sleepy sex... Morning sex... Shower sex..."

I don't know if it's word perfect, but I think it's part of a conversation I'd had with someone ages ago. It's probably USHW as I can't think of anyone else I would have that conversation with, unless it was something posted on Reddit, but it feels more personal than that. A conversation with a specific person rather than a post for many people to consume.

But it got me thinking about sex, and in this weather where I'm always more frisky than usual, that's only going to end one way.

Zzzz...

My new mattress has just been delivered and I've wasted no time in getting it onto the bed and ready for tonight. Now, tonight I'm out with D and likely to have a few drinks, so whatever happens tonight will not be a good yardstick.

I am anticipating a few nights before I get used to it. I'm not great at sleeping in strange beds, and this one is strange to me. It's part of the reason I don't often stay over at KfW2's (that and I am an introvert). 

But the hope is that by early next week, I should be getting longer, better, sleep in a more comfortable bed.

 Woohoo!

Random musings.

Years ago, CC and I were sitting in a bar close to where we worked chatting. KfW2 came up in conversation. I think this was shortly before she was due to get married. Or maybe it was shortly before our work's Christmas party. Whatever it was, KfW2 dressing up was the actual topic of conversation.

I commented about KfW2's hair. She had a tendency, if she was getting dressed by herself, to simply pull her hair back into a pony tail or something. If she was getting dressed with a friend, then she'd spend more time on her hair.

So I voiced the opinion that she always looks better with her hair worn down, not pulled back. And I think that's typically true of most women. I don't know why.

Now, I'm kind of doubting myself already because this picture of Morena Baccarin isn't that bad. I mean, FFS, she's stunning, isn't she? No, Ruuude, stay with it. So, yeah... hair pulled back = bad, right?

But if it's slicked back because it's wet, then why's that different? Why's that hot?

Rock me, Amadeus.

I'm going to a gig tomorrow with D and his wife. It's a band I've been a fan of for many years. I've seen them before, in the late 90s. D was in attendance that night, too. As was FBS and, I think, QC3.

I'm looking forward to it. It should be a great gig, and we'll maybe hang around afterwards for a few drinks. I assume D's wife will drive, so there's no rush home. At least I hope there isn't. The weather's still brilliant over here, so I think town will be buzzing.

Bed time!

I've just been told that my new mattress will be delivered on Friday. Yay! I'm looking forward to a hopefully more comfortable mattress and better quality sleep and maybe it'll help with my back issues, too.

Next week.

Nerdy Girl's cancelled tonight's walk as she's not feeling well. I have to say that I'm not feeling great myself - somewhat nauseous and light headed. So we've postponed until next week.

I think I'll go and chill in the garden with some tunes and a book for a few hours once I log off.

Walky, talky.

With the weather being great, I've already arranged to meet Nerdy Girl for another walk. Just waiting on confirmation of when, but it'll probably be tomorrow evening.

And I really should call KfW2. We've not spoken in a few weeks.

Hmmm.

A night of broken sleep, but I semi-remember talking to a brunette woman in a city that's not my own. Maybe London or Manchester? And I think the woman was known to me. I was getting CH or CAB vibes - a brunette that I was attracted to who had a great figure. I don't recall a lot more from the dream than that, why was I talking to the mystery brunette? Why was in a different city? Who knows?

It's been a while since I thought or dreamed of either woman, and I'm not gonna lie... I was a bit wistful.

Bah.

S never got back to me. I'm disappointed, not in the lack of pub time but the fact he's said nothing at all. That's what stings.

Tick, tock.

I've yet to hear back from S, and the longer it goes on without a reply, the less likely I am to pivot to the mindset of leaving the house. I'm disappointed, but at the same time, I've got a couple of bottles of nice beer in the fridge that should be ice cold by now, so if he's not in contact, I can still enjoy a few beers in the garden.

I could chase him up, but I'm feeling quite low energy at the moment.

Let's go?

Sitting outside CB Pub last night, in the sunshine, chatting with Nerdy Girl and getting an eyeful of cute women also sitting outside the bar has put me right in the mood for sitting outside a bar, having a drink and getting an eyeful of cute women.

So I've messaged S to see if he's busy on Friday.

Not so bright.

I didn't suggest the coastal route to Nerdy Girl. While it was bright and sunny, it wasn't actually that warm, so going to the coast would have been even cooler. We did our usual short lap (still 3 miles though), ending up at CB Pub and we had a few drinks while chatting.

She's taking her girlfriend to New York for her birthday in the summer, so I shared some places that I thought were interesting and had found during my own New York research.

The convo didn't flow as well as it does normally. I think we were both low energy, but wanted to get out of the house. So mission accomplished for that.

Anniversaries

Do you know what completely passed me by? The 20th anniversary of this blog. It was at the start of last month: April 7th. At the time, I genuinely didn't think it would last the year. I really didn't have the attention span for it, nor did I think I would get any value out of it. I'd tried keeping a diary before with no success.

But I did. It enabled me to order my thoughts, it was my own sounding board the very act of typing something out helped figure out what I needed to do, and as a side benefit, it allowed USHW to keep abreast of what I was thinking or feeling without actively engaging her in a conversation about it.

I have been fairly open on the blog, but there have been some things that I've just not mentioned, or have been touched upon but never in details: some family stuff that's ongoing, some work stuff from about four years ago and some other personal stuff. But in general, I think I've been somewhat of an open book compared to me IRL.

And a lot of times, something that was posted on the blog did end up being covered in a lot more detail with USHW in a separate email conversation which often helped. Unless we were talking about Sports Girl or CH, because we could never figure out what they were thinking.

But 3825 posts later, here we are. It'll likely be 4000 posts by the end if the year if I keep up this posting rate, not that the numbers mean anything.

What does the future hold?

Pondering out loud.

Actually... it's bright but cool here. Maybe we could do the coastal route for our walk tomorrow? If the weather stays like this, I think I'll suggest that to her. Otherwise, we'll probably do a lap and end up having a drink at CB pub.

Maybe not.

Yeah, fuck it. I'm going to take Friday off instead. I'm also meeting Nerdy Girl tomorrow for a walk. Might even consider trying our long route too seeing as my foot is slowly, but definitely surely, getting better.

May the fourth etc.

And I've just realised that it's Star Wars Day. If you're an American, that is. I think the rest of the world uses a proper date format.

But who am I to argue, and it gives me the excuse to post some pictures. 

Every day is SUN day.

I'm contemplating taking tomorrow off work. The great weather's meant to continue throughout the week. Plus it's a Bank Holiday here in the UK. My work doesn't give me it off as standard, but they're pretty good at letting people take last-minute time off if there are no urgent deadlines.

But then, I might wait until Friday. Friday would be better, wouldn't it?

The list (cont'd)

Actually, having done a little bit more research into the Aoraki Mackenzie International Dark Sky Reserve as mentioned in my last post, I've realised that I've actually been there before. It was part of a road trip that E and I had done when I went out to visit her. I got some really nice photos from it, too. But we passed through during the middle of the day, so I didn't see the night sky.

The list.

Years ago, USHW and I talked about our bucket lists. A lot of mine were travel related. And I guess I've added a few things to that list in the interim. I've spoken about New York, for example. And another that I've just added to my list is the Aoraki Mackenzie International Dark Sky Reserve, in New Zealand.

I've been to New Zealand before and I love it there, and I'd go back in a heartbeat if I could cobble together the time and money. Plus, E lives there.

But the reason for the Aoraki Mackenzie International Dark Sky Reserve being added to the list?

Who wouldn't want to see something like this with their own eyes?