A weird feeling.

I was at a work function last night (or maybe I should say "Friday". What time is it?) It involved a lot of us going to a local pub and getting trolleyed. I like these work things... it's a good chance to kick back and have a good perv at the females who (in my own opinion) tend to look better during the 'dress down' days as they do in normal 'business attire' (and there are some cracking looking girls in work, although not to the standard of Lickable Girl).

Yesterday was a bit weird though. I caught one group of girls paying particular attention to the small group of colleagues I was circulating with. One girl, in particular, was a very pretty blonde with a great smile. She's totally not my "type" (as previously identified, quite accurately, by F and E separately), but there is something intriguing about her, nonetheless.

Tonight, I was out with my friends AM, C, MA2 and QC1 and who walks in the door of the bar I'm drinking in but the cute blonde. Over the course of the night, I do catch her sneaking the odd look, confirming what I had thought last night that I was the one being picked out. Sadly though, tonight was an "occasion", so I couldn't really leave the party and pursue this any further and then she disappeared to who knows where. I'll have to wait until I go back to work and see what's going on here.

Still here (barely)

Well, unsurprisingly, I've had no response from V. I'm a bit annoyed at that as she was very insistent that we maintained contact. Ah well. It's her loss.

This week's been quite busy. On Thursday I met with MA2 and AM for a meal and to catch up, which was excellent. I haven't seen them in months. We had a good chat over a couple of hours and hopefully, we'll see each other again sooner rather than later.

My sister moved house this weekend from literally 30 seconds around the corner to a few miles up the road. The work I did helping them shift was probably the hardest two days of physical labour I've ever done in my life (all of my jobs have been mostly admin or I.T. related, so physical labour isn't something I've done a lot of). I'm still feeling the after effects of three days of shifting lots of boxes and stuff around.

The girl who bought my sister's house was lovely and she had a cracking set of friends. I tried to have a conversation with them while we we moving, but it's hard to start a conversation when you're shifting heavy furniture around and only passing reach other in the hallway. It's a shame though, they seemed nice and it would have been nice to see if anything had developed - I had the strangest feeling that something could have with one of them. It's frustrating when that happens.

only a little effort is required

If I have one major pet peeve (and I have many, many peeves), it's people keeping in contact with me. I'm not talking about those shitty emails that we all get from our mates telling us that if we join this mailing list then GAP, Microsoft, Apple et al. will provide us with loads of lovely free goodies. Will they fuck!

My close friends know my postal address; they know any one of my many email address, my MSN name, ICQ number, Skype username, YAHOO messenger account etc.

How come that very few of them actually uses them (those that I don't see regularly, that is)? It's not that they don't know that I value personal contact. I have been more than vocal in my desire that my friends stay in contact more. It's not as if they don't see the consequences of not doing so as I've distanced myself from people who simply don't make the effort.

An ex-girlfriend of mine, FA2, repeatedly complains that I am no longer in contact with her, despite the fact that out of all my friends, she's the one who probably knows best that not staying in contact is guaranteed to piss me off. "I haven't heard from you in ages!" was an email I once received from her (her first in months), despite the fact I'd been emailing, on average, every fortnight when she was out of the country.

As I've said before, I was in the States recently and met a lovely girl, V. We seemed to hit it off really well, and by the time it was time for me to return home we had, I thought, the beginnings of a friendship. What have I heard since then? Fuck all. I've sent "proper" mail, SMS messages and if I could make out her handwriting, I'd send an email too.

Out of them all, only MA2 and QC2 actually send stuff out of the blue asking how I am. It's not a lot – just a few lines in an email, but it means something to me and more often than not, ends up in arranging to visit them or meeting up for a drink.

I don't understand why more people don't make the effort.