Cougar Town ......

Wow it's been an interesting time. The saying "Careful what you wish for..." is very very true.

I had a date with the guy I went to varsity with. We went to the Throbbing Strawberry - they make good pizza and cocktails. The Throbbing Strawberry. I know. I really can't make this stuff up. I feel like I've entered a comedy.
Well, it was awesome. We caught up after all these years, we chatted about the past, about what's been happening and it was like I had seen him yesterday. He really is a phenomenal guy and actually one of the last few good guys around.
Problem: *why does everything have to be so complicated?* .... While he is a really good guy, we get on like a house on fire, laugh, joke around... He's just a friend. I really can't see past that. Such a pity, in a way, but better. I do not want to string him along at all.

I was then supposed to see the hottie but I never heard from him. Just as I was about to strike him out, he called me to make plans. So... I'm kind of excited, but the big question mark is... Is this a date? Or a catch up?
My very good friend, Twin, happens to be one of his best mates. We had such a laugh...
Twin: If he takes you to the Brazen Head or any other pub, it's a catch up. If he takes you else where, it's a date.
Right...so with that knowledge in hand...I was interested to see what the suggestion would be.
When he called to make plans, he asked me where I'd like to go... I then said: "I don't mind, where would you like to go?"
Gosh. That is such a typical girly thing, isn't it?
Lame.
So, he said there are so many great places to go to and he'll think about it and let me know closer to the time.
Sounds promising, right? Unless of course, he's talking about there being so many great pubs to go to. Time will tell.

Bachelor #3 (the one that I met at a braai) ... I don't really feel a connection with and rather than string him along, I'd rather just not entertain it. There have been mixed reviews amongst my girlfriends ... who, by the way... are living vicariously through me. My friends are married or in serious relationships heading towards the chapel, that I am really one of the last few single mates. I think they are secretly/not so secretly LOVING my apparently exciting single life.
Anyway, the mixed reviews are that I should go on the date because "you just never know" and then some agree with me, saying that they know this guy really likes me and if I don't feel anything, why entertain it?

So yes... this is an interesting time. I'm having fun.

Speaking of ... I entered Cougar Town over this past weekend ... ahem... I made out with a guy 6 years my junior.
Good grief.
*BLUSH*

This isn't really anything I've ever done before. I am seriously the girl who is a relationship type of girl... I've never done the flings, never had a one night stand and certainly do not hook up with guys at clubs.
I guess, I've done things the other way around. While everyone in their teens and early twenties were doing that, I was in the serious relationship.
So yes ... This is all lots of fun and the best part of going through what I have, is that I now know EXACTLY what I want and what I don't want. I'm not going to settle. Simple.

Happy Friday everyone!
Tomorrow is a Christmas Party with all my mates. We're each bringing a dish and a secret santa gift. My friends and I tend to go all out on things, so I am super excited!

Twilight Zone....

December, huh? Where on earth did this year go? I cannot wrap my head around the fact that it's nearly Christmas and 2011.

I guess my denial isn't going to change anything... Christmas and New Years is coming whether I like it or not.

I definitely need to get into the Christmas spirit.

Soooo... I feel like I've entered the Twilight Zone.

It's been a while since I've actually gone on a date. There has been nothing. Nada.

I was complaining to my girlfriends the other day, and admittedly they were all right. I haven't exactly been in town long enough to actually meet the creatures from Mars.

Are there any decent men left in the world?

They're either pigs or gay.

Oh and my "gaydar" isn't working. Anyone know where I take that in to be fixed? Seriously.

I totally eye-f*cked a guy in a business suit the other day, he was drinking his coffee (his pinkie was down on the cup) and he was H.O.T. ....... Until he answered his phone. "Hello Mister Fabulous!! Ooooh I just can't wait to see you again sexy man!"

*cue the crickets*

SIGH.

Then, I met an incredible guy the other day, no really... I was actually quite impressed. I even thought that it might have restored my faith .... Only to be told that he is gay, but HE doesn't know it yet.

O. M. G.

Really?

Really? I seriously did not pick that up at all.

I was also reminded about my "eye-f*cking" the gay guy the other day.

Enough said.

Special K and I were talking about this subject over a skinny latte. I think my friends think that I am "fishing" when I say this, but I'm not and I genuinely mean it.

I think I may possibly be single for the rest of my life. The saddest part? I'm not a cat person. So investing in cats and cat food isn't really feasible.

Yay for me.

Anyway, back to the Twilight Zone story ... So there Special K and I are, discussing my single life, when I said: "I would just like to be wooed a little bit. I'd like to just go on a date. Is it so hard?"

Special K sips on her latte, rolls her eyes and says: "You are NOT going to be single for the rest of your life. You've been focusing on your career and you've been loving the single life, yes or no?"

"Yes. You're right... about the latter part, maybe not the first part."

"Any guy would be lucky to have you... He'll come a long when you least expect it and when the timing is right."

"I'm not fishing."

"I know. I'm just stating facts."

We finished up our B&K moment and headed out.

Well, careful what you wish for....

Not even 24 hours later, I got asked out on a date by a guy I met a few years ago. Admittedly I always thought he was hot, but never knew he was interested. I haven't seen him in years.

I called Special K up and told her the irony/good news. Thing is....Am I reading too much into it? Is it a date or is it just a catch up.

Oh the complications.

2 hours later, I get a message from a guy I went to varsity with, who asked me out on the second date - it's also been a few years.

3 hours later I got another message from a guy I had met at a braai a few months ago, he had got my number and asked me for dinner.

OK. Seriously. Where are the hidden cameras?

Are my friends behind this?

Apparently not.

Cue Twilight music.... 3 dates, within a few hours, 24 hours after I said and I quote: "I would just love to go out on a date... be wooed a little, you know?"

Now this isn't narcissism, but boy I'm shocked.

So I may or may not have 3 dates ... Maybe 2 and a half dates ... I've said yes to all ... why not?

So while I'm on a roll.... I'd also like to lose 7kgs, find my affordable dream home, I'd like my own TV show and I would like to triple my salary.

Thanks.

Friday the 13th

I raced through to meet up with European Boy last night. I hate being late and I had traffic and timing against me. Everyone should see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Fantastic movie. And yes. I watched the movie.... Really.
I've found a great little spot for after-movie wine. Found it with Sugar and shared it with E.B.
We sat drinking wine and laughing. I seem to be laughing a lot lately and I'm loving it. I also did a fair amount of blushing. I really would love to remove whatever it is that makes me blush. Apparently there is a tablet you can take for it. I'm good...for now.
It was a great night and I can't wait to do it again. Too much fun right now!

Today has been a good day... I got rid of any post wine headache at yoga. My mom finally managed to drag me with her today. It's my first time trying yoga and I really enjoyed it even if I felt like a retard most of the time. How is it possible that women who are older than my grandmother in Switzerland can wrap their ankles around their necks while breathing calmly? I didn't see one person over weight though...that's excellent news.

I am so stuffed at the moment... My department went out for lunch today and we over indulged on Indian food. Good grief it was "more-ish" and we all picked off each others plates. Had a little bit of everything...and stayed clear of Vindaloo... the last three letters are quite telling apparently.
I have had two glasses of red wine so work this afternoon is going to be fun... It would certainly explain my spontaneous shopping spree staright afterwards. Why can't I just walk into a store and purchase what I set out to get? I arrived to get my turquoise necklace I ordered and walked out with earrings, make-up, two dresses and a pair of leather leggings...I'm unstoppable!



Normally my Friday the 13th's are average. Neither lucky nor unlucky. Today, I've just been in a really good mood. It's weird to think that today is 2 months since I walked out on the ex. How amazing life is now. I don't mean that with any disrespect but I have to be honest.

I'm looking forward to this weekend...should be interesting. That's all I'm saying. For now.

Have a great one!

I met Jennifer Garner last night for dinner and drinks. Ok, well, I think Mushy Peas looks just like her. What a doll. She is hilarious and fun and an amazing listener and story teller. I literally felt as if I had known her for years, regardless of my stalking her blog. I did gush and I did embarrass myself but then again whats new? It was fantastic to meet the person behind the pseudonym and she is as brilliant and fun as she is in her blog. You know the internet and blogging world can be a funny thing. It's very easy to sit infront of a PC screen and be whoever you want to be, have an alter-ego, hide behind something that is safe and free from judgement or whatever. Just ask most peadophiles. It could have been one of those weird moments where you're sitting there going: Dude! How is it possible for someone to be so cool and then you meet them and it's literally a case of 'Oh shit! Who IS this person? What are we going to talk about?'
I've had that before on an email chat with someone I was doing business with. He was witty and hilarious and confident and when I actually met him he was this introverted guy who couldn't string two sentences together orally.
I must say meeting Peas was fabulous. I reckon that date 2 is a must and will probably involve more alcohol (we were trying to be polite...that, and that I didn't want her to think I would take advantage. Kidding! Ok seriously, we were being responsible adults* knowing we had early starts) and some dance moves that will look like I'm doing the sprinkler and shaking the dice, while Peas will be the bonafide hip hop dancer. You'll be able to tell. Trust me.

I've been up early. Early as in: before the sun has risen. There should be a law against that. As a result I now feel as if I've been awake for so long that it should be home time and not 10am. I don't think another cup of coffee will help. I am yawning and too lazy to cover my mouth. It's attractive, especially after eating a bran muffin. Most people in the office today are just too bright and perky. They're giving me a headache. That shrill: "Goooood Mooorning!!!!!" is ringing out all over the place. It could be one of two things. They either got some last night or their holiday is around the corner. Just saying.
Weird thing is, I'm generally a morning person. The end of the year will do that to you.

OK and some good news (think positive Blogshell) I got a message from the person I've been hoping to hear from regarding my audition, which didn't go as I had hoped. The stress, the nerves, the pressure and the intensity of such a show is overwhelming if you haven't done anything like it before.
They said to me that they have feedback for me, which will be given soon and that there is some work to do and lots of intense dedication to put in before we get there.
Happiness. That's a good thing. It certainly isn't a: Look, this has been fun. Don't call us; we'll call you!
I am more than prepared to put in the hard work and dedication and I relish this opportunity so I am excited that the door is still slightly ajar and not slammed shut. I'm putting positive vibes out there.
This dream of mine just HAS to come true. I have dreamt about this particular thing since I a teen. It was the goal I set for myself in this industry and just the fact that I've come this far is pretty mind blowing.

Right. Coffee machine is calling. So is my bed. We can't have our cake and eat it can we?


* Don't snigger.

Detectives, Proper-like and a Date.

Not all cops are bad and corrupted, evidently. I am so impressed. I spent most of my evening at the Randburg Police Station last night. I'd like to be hardcore and very Hollywood and say I was being booked, but instead I was a witness. I was the witness to the accident my man and I had on the 14th.
We have been called every single day with an update of the case and they finally tracked down the son of a bitch. It turns out this drunk asshole is quite a popular boy with the police. He has a charge of assault laid against him. Apparently he left this chick for dead. They're also investigating how he got off and how he wasn't charged with attempted murder. Nice guy.
They couldn't arrest him without a witness statement aka me. I think the guy has been arrested this morning, but we'll no doubt get a call later.
I am uber impressed.

Today I decided to do things a little differently. I decided to stop being a lazy cow and do things the proper way. I didn't call 082 110 when I needed a number and pulled out the dusty phonebook. I forgot how heavy those things are. I even had to go through the alphabet in my head when looking up a name. Don't ask.
I decided to phone instead of sms. I actually do phone a lot, but generally an sms in easier.
I booked a table at a restaurant like a sophisticated woman instead of just rocking up and pleading (sometimes squeezing cleavage) for a table.
*blondie 2 is here*
She just came in and wrote that now...clearly NOT doing things the right way, because she has her own blog. Now she's looking at me like I'm mean. Get over it. ;-)
Anyway, back to my blog.
I wired up a hi-fi all on my own and only looked at the manual once, which doesn't count.
I sewed a button back onto my jacket instead of ignoring the gaping hole.
I let my hair dry naturally. Ok, this one was really because the idea of using a hair dryer in this heat was unbearable. I got out of a cool shower and 10 minutes later had to dry myself off again. I applied my make-up and 15 minutes later it had melted. My mascara was on my cheeks and my lipstick was on my chest. Pleasant AND attractive.

I have a date tonight. Not with the man. Ooh la la. Relax. It's with a woman. OK wait. This is sounding terribly wrong. Although it does feel like blind date. We told each other what we're wearing so we'd recognise each other. I even asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me.
Oh good grief.
Now I know that I am going to make most of you jealous. Haha. I mean...sorry about that. I am meeting Mushy Peas On Toast for dinner tonight. Yes I am. I think I'm probably going to give her the biggest squeeze and gush about her blog and how she inspired me and go on. Basically, I am going to seriously embarrass myself. Nothing that a bottle of wine wont numb. :-)
I cannot wait.