LAWD!

Over the past few months, I've (re)connected with people I knew from school - primary and secondary. In particular, there are two girls who were, respectively (and in my own opinion, of course) the best looking girl at each. Time, it's fair to say, has been good to them. Both of them, though, post far too much on Facebook (in my opinion, again) about their church-going exploits.

Church going etc. is close to being a deal breaker with me. However, it does remind me that there's another girl from primary school I'd love to meet for a coffee - small, brunette, dark eyes, pixie-like features. She was the one I fancied in primary school and beyond. I haven't seen her in about ten years though.

I also knew another girl from a place I worked at around 8 years ago and she was weird too. I don't think I've seen a girl hungrier for cock than this girl. By the time I met her, she'd already been married at 18 and that had fallen apart - the rumours were that she was playing away from home because her then husband didn't give her enough in the sack.

During the brief six months that I worked with her, she had spent an entire night in the disabled toilets in a bar on a team night out doing something with one of the blokes from the office, on another team night out, she spent the entire night trying it on with me. I did...eventually. All the while, there were "stories" from her, about people she had met at the weekends. It didn't take a lot of reading between the lines to realise that if a bloke paid her the slightest bit of attention, he pretty much got his leg over, if he wanted (and she was cute enough).

Fast forward a year and I met her in my local at the time and she's six months pregnant to some randommer. Again, she's another girl who has found religion and who peppers her Facebook posts with religious activities, quotes and the like. And while this has nothing to do with cute girls that I knew from school - UF sounds like he's shagging his girlfriend next door.

Addendum to the last post.

I found out today that AM sent an email to my work address, crying off the party at 8PM on a Friday night as they couldn't get a baby-sitter in. If she hadn't done me a huge favour a few weeks ago with regards my new place, I think this would be where I cut the strings and forget about her... and QC1 to a certain extent. The inability of QC1 to do anything remotely important without AM is unbelievable. Lunch yeah, no problem. She'll be there. turn up to a party with my friends in attendance? Not in 20 years of knowing her. Go figure.

Grrr.

For the first time, in a long time, I hosted a party at my new place. It was a semi-housewarming and I wanted to get people round to see it because a lot of people were interested in seeing it, what with it being a prime, city centre apartment (I hesitate to say 'penthouse' apartment, but it's not far off it). It was a decent enough gathering - about 15 people showed up, but I would have liked a few more. QC1 cried off at 6PM, which meant that I inevitably wouldn't see AM (and true to form, AM and her husband never showed up), but the absentees that really annoyed me were my sister and brother-in-law. No replies to emails and a no show (from lots of people, but these two were ones I really wanted to attend). DSC says I'm being stroppy, and I probably am, but I think it's polite to reply to invites, especially if you're not going to be able to make it. Saying that, those that were there enjoyed themselves, so I might actually consider having another one soon.

"You are an idiot"

Once again, I volunteered to nip off to talk to school kids about careers. The cute, familiar girl was there again and this time, I did get to speak to her and there was lots of banter swapped. Flirting? A little. Was it reciprocated? I think so. Back in the office, I was chatting to KfW2 and the topic of this girl came up. KfW2 suggested that today was a perfect opportunity to ask for a phone number. I had to explain that I have a history of not seizing these opportunities when they arise, so she has now decided that I am an idiot AND the next time we go out, probably towards the end of the month, that she's going to give me exercises to do i.e. go talk to people in the pub etc. That sounds like a laugh. I'll have a bash at that! if I'm in the right mood, approaching people isn't an issue, but as regular readers and friends will know, I have this awful ability to not turn flirty chatting into phone numbers and hookups.

Familiar looking faces.

I've just spent a few hours with SSCW, telling kids about careers. Since SSCW returned after having her baby, I haven't had a lot of time to sit and chat with her - different departments etc. these days. We were at one of the local universities and there was a girl there, semi-related to what we were doing. She was cute, great arse, nice smile and was very familiar. looking. I have no idea where I've seen her. The pub? Some work-related thing? Dating websites? I have no idea. I wasn't talking to her, so I couldn't ask any questions, but I don't recognise her name (she was wearing a name badge), though I have definitely seen her somewhere before. I'm due to do the same thing for the rest of the week, so I hope I'll get a chance to talk to her before Friday.

Blogging on the move

I've just downloaded a blogging app for my iPhone so I'll now be able to log on the move. Whether or not that's going to mean an increase in posts or a general upturn in how interesting this blog is, we'll have to see. I know that, in the past, I've thought about something to report here during the day and then forgotten about or apathy set in. To be honest though, they are few and far between.

Housekeeping.

Do you want to know bored I was yesterday? I tidied up the posts relating to FA1 and FA2 because, quite frankly, they were all over the place. I had gotten them mixed up at one point and the stories were all jumbled up. I didn't have to sort them out but in my head, they needed tidied. I doubt any readers will be able to tell the difference between the pre-tidied and post-tidied ones, but I can and that's enough.

Grrr...

Today should have been the final piece of the puzzle regarding the new place... getting a new cooker and washing machine installed. And, to be honest, that did happen. Useless flatmate (I'd better start giving him a name, so he'll be UF from now on) didn't stay around with the workmen though and I arrived home to find a broken lock. I found it by trying to get into the apartment and failing miserably. MfW was not much help. His first port of call was to try and beat down the door before calling me. Only then did he realise that he could have called the building manager or, preferably, our estate agent's (i.e. managing agent) out of hours mobile number. They suggested a locksmith and so we called one. Fifty quid later and we're in the apartment, the lock has been repaired (and is in better condition than it was this morning, thanks to the locksmith) and it's up to me to go to them and ask for the money back. Now that the stress is leaking out of me, I'm incredibly tired and I'll definitely sleep well tonight, but today has just highlighted how useless my housemates are at dealing with stuff.

What I need is a fuck, a cigarette and a beer... in precisely that order.

The green-eyed monster.

MfW is away on a date tonight. I had to say that I'm more than a little jealous. Over the past few months he's met a fair few people for ummm... romantic liaisons. I don't know how he does it... he appears to be appalling at approaching people, with no sense of humour (well, to be honest, he has a bit, but he appears to be incapable of laughing at himself). Any time we're out, it's me that has to approach others. he tends to stand around necking Dutch courage and saying "right, we need to start talking to people" and ultimately not doing anything. It's a bit rich coming from him as he's the one who will wake up the next morning and proclaim the night out to be a disaster because he never got talking to someone. The last time I went out on the pull with with MfW successfully, he did a spectacular job of cock blocking me (Near Miss) simply because the other girl wasn't interested in him and coupled with his drunkenness, he managed to scare them both off.

Of course, there's more to it than just meeting women. Given that Recruitment Bird was the last girl I actually found myself really attracted to and that was 3 years ago, I am somewhat concerned about my ability to meet people. I know I've spoken of others recently - M's fiancé's friend, for example, but that's more of a case of I know that they're cute and single and kind of feel obliged to be interested in them.

Confusion.

I have to admit to being a little confused. I was out last night with M for a few drinks. We ended up being joined by M's fiancé and her friend. I've mentioned the friend before in a previous post. She is cute, she was very chatty last night and I think she was trying to initiate physical contact - all good signs, but then she simply went home without as much as a goodbye. This is not the first time she has done this. In addition, both M and his fiancé have both warned me off, albeit indirectly. There's been no direct "don't go there" warning, but lots of hints. I don't know what to do really. I guess I'll just have to let things play out.

Fun and frolics... and the gym.

Finally settled into the new place... mostly. The TV and broadband is finally installed, just waiting for the phone line for full communications plus for the handling agent to fix a few issues and we'll be ready to rock and roll. That'll lead us on to a house-warming party within the next month, which should be good fun (plus I quite like the idea of showing this place off - it's really quite impressive). The downside is that I seem to have found myself doing all the bloody work in contacting the building manager, contacting the handling agent, getting the TV and broadband installed etc. MfW is one of those guys that has a lot of opinions and ideas, but very little get up and go in order to accomplish them. Still... I'm just thinking about getting everything sorted ASAP, then I can think about the house-warming party.

In other, socialising news, this weekend I'm due to meet up with QC1 and AM (with their better halves). I can't see that being too hectic, so I might contact M to see if he fancies a few pints at the weekend too. I've also been invited to M's wedding in a few months' time as well as his stag party. That'll also be a good few nights out... plus there are still potentials to consider. I mentioned a blonde girl a few months ago that I had my eye on, and I'm hoping she'll be at the wedding, plus I've met another of M's fiancé's friends a few times, who's cute and brunette and seems like good fun, though I've been warned she's high maintenance. I don't do high maintenance, so that might have to remain a mystery.

Still, the wedding has given me a bit of incentive to get back to the gym and lose a bit of weight before the wedding. I had already promised myself that I'd go back once we'd moved house and settled... and we pretty much have. The fact that the gym is only about 10 mins walk from our new place means that I really will have no excuse not to go at least a couple of times per week, even in winter (rainy days are still going to be an issue though).