introductions and mr eligible

well, for my first entry i am going to steal shamelessly from bridget...

(rewind to new year 2006)

Resolution number one: obviously wiIl lose twenty pounds.
Number two: always put last night's panties in the laundry basket.
Equally important: will find nice sensible boyfriend to go out with and not continue to form romantic attachments to any of the following...
alcoholics, workaholics, commitment-phobic, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts.

so, i can tell you that i have (almost) always managed to put said undergarments in the laundry basket which i feel is quite an achievement.

Boy-wise i then went on strike. i call it a strike rather than drought as it implies that i am choosing to abstain from the male species, rather than having it enforced...

I feel i should briefly introduce you to the main male characters that shall be featuring in the coming attraction:

headlining the show is S, best mate (yes we're just friends, it is possible to you with the raised eyebrows). musician, self-confessed computer geek, beer monster and all-round good guy

in a supporting role is toxic ex, once considered to be the love of my life, we went out on and off (more off than on) for about 6 years. we've been dead a buried as a couple for over a year now but annoyingly he won't quite disappear. he keeps threatening to emigrate to somewhere warmer and with better beaches, but hasn't made it yet...

in a minor bit part the stupid boy, never went out with him at his insistence. in fact, we 'didn't go out' for nearly a year. he was once beautiful but last time i saw him he looked like bob geldof with a hangover. he encapsulates all those qualities mentioned in resolution 3

so now you're all acquainted i'll carry on.

as i said, it's been slim pickings for a while, but i might have had a date last night. i say might because i'm not entirely sure. mr eligible batchelor is a friend i've known for a while, but more sort of 'friend of a friend'. he rang me up on monday and asked if i wanted to go for coffee. my strike was starting to become a little tedious (there's only so many times you can buy yourself flowers and meals for one before you start to feel a quite sad) and i said yes. so yesterday i found myself wandering down by the river chatting about work, holidays and cake(?) with mr eligible. coffee turned into a drink and drink turned into dinner. now, being the dipstick i am i managed to leave my visa card at home yesterday, meaning mr eligible had to pay for everything therefore taking away one of the prime indicators of date-dinner as oppose to friend-dinner. with mr eligible 'our thing' is normally that we do nothing but take the piss out of each other, however yesterday was all sensible and civilised and grown up which would suggest that either it was a date, or he's dying and needed to tell me. since no death sentences were passed i assume it was the former. but, no goodnight kiss and no firm future plans followed ("see you again soon") which leaves me all confused. maybe sometimes dinner is just dinner. i'm not even sure that i wanted it be a date as he's not really my type, and i know that one of my best mates used to have a thing for him which is always messy, but i'd like to at least know one way or another, and being a girl i'm now worrying that maybe it was a date but he decided he didn't like me, if so what did i do wrong?? Men really should come with clearer instructions.

S told me to chill out, guys don't think that hard. I feel he may be wise.


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