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).

Never go back.

I have a bad feeling about a couple of things. Specifically, both DSC and MfW have hooked up with their most recent exes this week. I can't remember if I've ever mentioned DSC's boyfriend before, but essentially, he's exactly the kind of person I don't like - inflexible, set in his ways, closed off. Ever since DSC told me about him, I had my misgivings and in true, blunt, Ruuude style, I've been very forthright about him to DSC. They originally broke up about three or four months ago, then DSC started seeing him again without telling anyone in a semi-kind of fuck buddy scenario. The boyfriend went so far as to specifically say that he didn't want DSC to be off looking for anyone new, but he was also adamant about him and DSC not being a couple. 

Eventually, DSC got wise and broke it off and recently, she was a lot happier than I remember her being in a long, long time. Then the ex-boyfriend started texting again at the start of the week and since Thursday, they've been officially "back on". To say I'm angry is an understatement and I've promised that I will sit her down for a chat very, very soon. She knows I'm angry and I know what her counter-argument will be. We'll agree to disagree and I'll have to soak up the inevitable fallout.

MfW got an email from his most recent ex-girlfriend on Friday night. They've never worked well together and MfW goes back time and again and it lasts for a few weeks before ending messily again. Within 24 hours, MfW had this girl in the pub and, judging from the noise at half three this morning, was fucking her. Inevitably, he will complain about it at some point later today, but if he's that desperate for a fuck, he has to deal with the consequences himself this time. That's MfW for you... always looking for the easiest way out. About the only time he does put in the work is when he goes to the gym and seems to bust a gut lifting weights, but for everything else, it's just the path of least resistance.

What is value for money?

MfW has been annoying recently. The big, somewhat paranoid argument in the middle of June is just one example of how volatile MfW can be.

Over the past few days, in the discussions we're having regarding the new house, MfW has been making somewhat strange suggestions... in my own opinion, of course. When trying to decide on a cut of the rent for the new house, MfW seems reluctant to agree that the largest bedroom, complete with an en-suite shower room is worth more than the other two rooms that aren't quite as large. I've suggested that whomever gets the biggest room should be paying at least thirty pounds more than any of the others, but MfW's suggestion means that the luckiest person would pay, maybe ten pounds more than the others. Despite him agreeing that the big room is by far the pick of the bunch, he's strangely reluctant to assign a higher value to it, to something that he would be using every day, should he be lucky enough to get it.

He mentioned it again this morning... but as usual, he focuses on completely the wrong thing. He's too focused on what I perceive to be the value of the room rather than the differential between the biggest room and the others.

Strange.

Ruuude SMASH!

This moving house malarkey has me stressed and angry. For some reason, I appear to be the main contact for everything and MfW is starting to make life very fucking difficult by being a pedant. The other housemate, who's moving with us, has been very backwards in helping us move whether by accident or design. For example, right now, when we should be agreeing who's taking which room in our new place, he's nowhere to been, despite him usually being in the house an hour before now. When we should be trying to get the house in shape for leaving, he's off on a trip to see a concert. Over the past eight or more weeks, not once has he looked or recommended somewhere to live... he's done none of the work. I'll be glad when Monday or Tuesday rolls around and we're in our new place (and I hopefully have the master bedroom with all its perks). Being the driving force behind these two is tiring and I haven't been sleeping well recently, so it's putting me in a bad mood.

The new place is fantastic, though. I'm really looking forward to moving in and getting settled for a bit.

And another...

And on a similar note, Lucy Worsley.

She's cute and intelligent. Even in a relatively dull subject, she's enthusiastic and knowledgeable.

Katie Holmes is a fantastic looking woman

Of all the women I've been attracted to, since I was old enough to find women attractive and not smelly things that annoyed me, I've always been more attracted to brunettes.

I'm just caught a few seconds of Eli Stone on the TV. I've never watched it before, but Katie Holmes is in it, looking fabulous, with short hair. Not many women can carry off the short hair look, but she's definitely one of them.

Indecent thoughts.

I am having somewhat indecent thoughts about KfW2. We're having a text/Facebook conversation and she's telling me about her fancy dress collection, all of which sounds pretty funky and sexy and, you know, she is a good looking girl. I shouldn't be having these thoughts though. I think need to meet someone again.