Wahey!

Well, thanks to the good weather, I've managed to arrange a night out tonight. There a re a few more people coming along than I originally anticipated, but this isn't an issue as long as we get to go to my favourite pub to see if the cute brunette from last week is there. If not, then nothing ventured, nothing gained and we can go elsewhere for the rest of the night. If so, then we'll see what happens.

Unfortunately, UF is here this weekend and I was kinda hoping that I'd have the place to myself in case I was fortunate enough to meet up with the brunette again.

EDIT: And just now the texts have started coming in... despite me doing all the chasing and cajoling, my friend (who had invited his mates along) is now telling me that his mates are calling the shots. I really fucking hate it when this happens.

*drool*

And this fine young filly is called Emma Willis. By now, I think it's apparent that I have a thing for brunettes, even ones with short hair (I think that's sexy on a girl). Despite the fact she doesn't have dark eyes, she is really quite stunning.

Groundwork (part 2)

My "date" with QC2 went well. They always do - lots of talking, catching up, swapping of information etc. We only really meet up maybe two or three times a year, but it's enough really. I explained recent events in my life, including both E and KfW2's wedding plans (both involve travel), some work related stuff and she gave me what's happened in her life.

QC2, is quite active and do some marathons etc. and she mentioned that MMBF has started joining them in preparation for a big run at the end of September, so I used this as an excuse to ask QC2 to tell MMBF that I was asking after her.

Later, I was talking about the travel plans for KfW2 and E's weddings and mentioned that I was now in the hunt for a Plus One, and QC2 suggested that I ask MMBF. We kinda joked around that for a few seconds before the conversation moved on. I don't know if I said enough to QC2 to show that I was at least semi-serious, but I think I did.

Planning

After the fun at the pub last week and recent conversations elsewhere, I find myself quite highly strung (if you want to put it politely) or horny as fuck (if you don't). Based on advice from QC1 a few years ago after the Near Miss incident, and with this weekend meant to be warm and sunny again, I think I might try and get a few people together to head back to my favourite bar (scene of last week's brunette) and see if she's about.

I still think that she was interested, but it was her friends that caused her to suddenly appear to change her mind, so it'd be fun if we could pick up where we left off. And it would be more fun if I could get her back to mine... or go back to hers.

Mmmm...

I'm just back from watching Ted and while Mila Kunis is gorgeous, she doesn't hold a candle to Norah Jones. I think I'm in love.

Girl talk.

I mentioned today to KfW2 that I had a "hot date" on Wednesday night, and when she asked who it was, I admitted the truth and said that it was QC2. She laughed and said that that it wasn't a hot date. My counter "argument" was that QC2 was attractive and that meeting a female of the opposite sex in a bar can always be considered a date... even if it is a platonic date.

That brought us on to the subject of my lack of female companion, so I briefly gave her the story of Saturday night. She said I was useless, but in actual fact, I think I was doing all right on Saturday... if her bored/annoyed chums hadn't interjected, I think I might have been on to something there.

So KfW2 said that when we have our night out (originally meant to be Saturday past there somewhat ironically) but has been rescheduled for the middle of next month, that she would get me a woman. I asked if she took requests, which brought forth a few chuckles. I'm semi-intrigued to see what she'd say if she did seriously ask for my preferences bearing in mind that she is close to being my ideal woman, both physically and personality-wise, too.

FFS

It's 9PM on a Sunday night. Everyone's tired and grumpy. What do you do if you're MfW (bearing in mind he had people back on Friday night and kept me and UF awake for a good few hours)? You put on a fucking wash, that's what you do.

We live in an apartment block, FFS. Do these fucktards not realise that you're not just pissing off your flatmates, but those who live above, below and beside us?

I've been listening to the washing machine now for an hour and three quarters (my bedroom and specifically desk are literally feet from the washing machine, albeit with a wall between us) and the spin cycle (i.e. the noisy part) has just now kicked in... at fucking quarter to eleven.

Thirty (plus) year old men should be more fucking savvy than this.

Maybe I should just sink to their level and do whatever the fuck I please - stop housework, stop emptying the bin, bring people back at all hours of the night and slam doors behind me.

I am too lazy to think of a title.

I made last-minute arrangements to head out with FP last night. I haven't seen him since my birthday, and to be honest, I was so drunk that night, it doesn't really count. Anyway, we ended up at my favourite pub, outside because the weather was so good, and just spent a couple of hours catching up and general taking the piss out of people trying to chat up women and failing (prime example was the guy who was about 5'5" trying to chat up this blonde stunner in heels who was about 5'10").

Regardless, it was getting on in the evening and FP and myself were discussing a brunette woman who appeared to be be slim, going by her jeans, but was wearing a top that made her look, well, not slim. We were having a good laugh about all this (cos she was another one who was getting chatted up by numpties) when we made eye contact and she berated me for not having a drink in my hand.

Around ten minutes later, her friends came and sat down at the bench we were sitting on, leaving no room for the tall brunette, so I motioned for her to sit on my lap... which she did. After a bit of banter back and forth, I gave up my seat for her and FP and myself chatted away with them for a bit. FP's wife came down to give him a lift home and while my original plan was also to leave at this time, things were going well with the brunette girl, so I decided to hang around to see if anything would happen.

Long story short, nothing happened. While she was interested, and while we did end up chatting for about fifteen minutes, she suddenly stopped. Her friends had been making noises about moving on to another bar (even though this was now about ten minutes before closing) and had been playing on their phones, so once they started getting a bit shirty, the brunette simply stopped. She wasn't rude or anything... it was just like there was a switch that went to 'off'. I said my goodbyes to all three women and trundled off home.

This morning, FP has been texting asking for updates and he is pretty surprised that absolutely nothing happened last night. He's not the only one, to be fair! No matter, for the first time in ages, I actually enjoyed the whole chatting up thing. I don't always. I put this down to the fact that the brunette had at least shown some indicators that she was a little interested - tactile etc. so I was able to just get on with the chatting up rather than worry about whether or not I was wasting my time.

Pictorially speaking (stalking, stalking, stalking. Happy Stalk).

A quick post as I am due to head out to a BBQ in a few minutes, but a couple of recent conversations have made me remember a few photos that I came across recently:

I say "came across", but that's not strictly true. The above picture was taken by me at lunchtime today as I followed this girl into town. She was very pretty, but it's this view that's the most impressive - tight black leggings and boots but a great, great arse. Other boxes are ticked - she was athletic, she's got dark hair that's just about the right length (a smidgen too long in an ideal world). Sad to say that I kinda got transfixed by her arse and found myself almost walking past my original destination.

The above picture is from a social-cum-dating site that DSC tried to get me to join a few months ago - I had an account for about two weeks. It's for your phone and you essentially see who's nearby (assuming you have GPS on your phone). It was a horrible app/website, but when I was briefly in London in May, this girl popped up on my radar and this is her actual profile picture. It just says a lot really - it's really sexy without being tacky and if I lived in London, I think I'd definitely be looking to meet her for a chat... assuming that it's really her.

Big drama.

Hmmm... I was due to meet DSC yesterday for a catch up and lunch, but when she still hadn't confirmed, I called her. She was distraught because her boyfriend (who I have a REALLY low opinion of) had spent all the previous evening in his tracksuit, surfing the internet and texting his mates instead of taking DSC out for a romantic meal for her birthday as they had planned. Christ, even I knew what the plans were weeks ago.

Obviously, DSC was pissed, but this appears to be a step too far and she was talking about breaking up with her useless other half.

I sent a few texts today, but her mood hasn't improved, although she's not quite single yet, but this might only be a matter of time. Part of me wants her to be single because I think she'll be in a better place mentally (he really is useless, by the way) but part of me wants her to stay with him because, by her own admission, she is  useless on her own and actively needs someone and I'd far rather she pestered her boyfriend about relationship stuff than bug me about being single.

I think I might keep my head down for a day or so and let her figure it out for herself.

Being busy.

It seems that I've been busy recently with getting in contact with people. I've arranged to meet QC2, there are social things arranged with KfW2 over the next few months, I met with M a few days ago and now E.

I messaged E on Facebook last night to try and catch up. I haven't spoken to her since she was home a few months ago and, more importantly, since she got engaged. We've tentatively arranged something next weekend with regards a Skype call, so it'll be good to get in contact again. Maybe she'll have some details about her wedding sorted out too, so I'll know if I'm due to travel halfway around the world.

Part of me would love that, but given that it would easily cost a couple of thousand pounds, part of me hopes she gets married at home. Knowing E though, either way, it'll probably be a small ceremony that she'll only want a few people to attend.