...when C's not in it.
No I've not finally caved in to my unspoken love for C - that's how it is in the real world, you don't wake up and find you're in love with your housemate. You just just end up hoovering the messy bedroom they've left behind and finding the books they left behind.
Our transition from housemates to friends who live separately began on Saturday, when we spent most of the Eurovision Song Contest, texting each withering commentary, complete with a few laugh out loud moments.
Yesterday we caught up for all of about 10 minutes, I was on the way out and he had hangover.
Then I saw him briefly before he went up to bed.
“It’s our last night and you’re going to bed early” I complained, sticking out my tongue.
“Yep”, he said smirking…”You’ll be fine. It’ll be quiet around here though”
“Ain’t that the truth” I replied.
“And just to let you know I’ll be up 30 mins later in the morning, so you get a bit longer in the bathroom”
“It’s like you’ve gone already” I said wistfully.
This morning I took my time getting ready and sleeping beauty emerged just as I was leaving, still sleepy eyed and in his dressing gown, like a small boy about to get ready for school.
“Well this is it then “ I said a little sadly.
“Aye” he said, scuffing his feet along the pile of the carpet. “Although if I can’t move all of my stuff tonight, I might stay tonight and move the rest of my things tomorrow, if that’s alright with you”
“That’s fine I said. Well I think we better hug it out then, just in case I don’t see you again”
I got the bear hugs of all hugs and then he said “I’ll text you later, just so you know what I’m doing”
.
“Yes, that would be great I said. Have a good day cherub”
“You too pet and if I do leave today, I’ll see you at the weekend for a coffee and a catch-up”
As I closed the front door and walked to the bus stop, I was a little sad and happy. This perfect stranger has become one of my best buddies and taught me that the friendship, just like a relationship can be a slow burn, but when it’s right you just can’t beat it.
He’s also restored my faith in my ability to live with a man, let somebody into my space, be accepting of all their ‘stuff’ and weird quirks and not run for the hills screaming, when things aren’t exactly as I want them.
Agreed this was much easier to do without the pressure of a romantic entanglement and the hope that living together will lead somewhere, but the most important thing is I opened up and surprise, surprise no one died.
I’m not the complete emotional icecube basketcase I thought I was and hell if C says I’m ok, I can’t be that bad can I?
Monday, 31 May 2010
All Action Bank Holiday!
I always like to make the most of my Bank Holidays and today was no exception. Things began with a bang quite literally, when reaching over to my bedside table to shut off my mobile phone alarm, I managed to knock off my contacts lens case and my mobile phone.
Searching for your lost 'eyes' when you are as short sighted as I am, is like looking for the right shoe to that left shoe you managed to snag on the first day of the january sale at your favourite shoe store.
You look and look until you grab the attention of the only sales assistant in the store, bright enough to look in the other shoe size racks, to see if the one you want is there.
Five minutes later I spotted my contact lens case, nesting behind one of the bed legs. Another five minutes later and I found my mobile phone lying behind one of my underbed storage boxes.
As I stood in my still untiled showerbath - (my friend's Dad who was originally going to do the job, didn't work out quite as well as I wanted, so I've found another builder who starts work next week - God help me - I'm going through as many builders as I do dates!), trying desperately to wake up, I remembered that I was supposed to be having lunch with A at 1, I had to pick up LMM's birthday present and I still had to pick up the floor tiles for the bathroom.
The present was a doodle (No, I can't tell you what it is as LMM reads my blog!) lunch with A was great - she's in the process of making some massive changes in both her work and personal life and is doing great with both.
Which just left me with the visit to the DIY store.
There are many things that bug me about being single - not having access to oversized t-shirts that look better on me than him. Not having anyone to share the Sunday papers with, while it's still Sunday - C always reads the reminants the day after; and waking up beside a hot looking grumpy man who hates the fact that I'm super happy in the morning, when he's not.
The one thing that definitely turns me into a moany Minnie - is doing my own DIY and having to pick up the supplies to do it.
Forgive me for sounding like a broken record, but that's what guys are supposed to do. C was at his sister's place recovering from Eurovision Song party and S (my other favourite toolbox guy) has only just come back from the Far East.
So it was with a heavy heart, that I found myself el solo stalking up and down the aisles checking out tiles.
Having decided upon my choice, I went off in search of a friendly assistant to take my order, be charming to - so he could cut me a good deal and maybe even get everything delivered free. Well if you don't ask you don't get!
As soon as F turned around and gave me a rather cheeky smile, when I mentioned I wanted a discount, I realised that there are some fringe benefits to DIY!
20 mins later, I had everything I wanted including the added bonus on the back of receipt order, of his phone numbers (landline and mobil) at the bottom of it. Result!
It was all going really well, until he let slip he was in his second year at university and still living at home with his mum. Arrrr..... maybe I should get him to come across to mine for some 1:1 tuition.....only joking....or am I? I'll see how the rest of my week goes!
Searching for your lost 'eyes' when you are as short sighted as I am, is like looking for the right shoe to that left shoe you managed to snag on the first day of the january sale at your favourite shoe store.
You look and look until you grab the attention of the only sales assistant in the store, bright enough to look in the other shoe size racks, to see if the one you want is there.
Five minutes later I spotted my contact lens case, nesting behind one of the bed legs. Another five minutes later and I found my mobile phone lying behind one of my underbed storage boxes.
As I stood in my still untiled showerbath - (my friend's Dad who was originally going to do the job, didn't work out quite as well as I wanted, so I've found another builder who starts work next week - God help me - I'm going through as many builders as I do dates!), trying desperately to wake up, I remembered that I was supposed to be having lunch with A at 1, I had to pick up LMM's birthday present and I still had to pick up the floor tiles for the bathroom.
The present was a doodle (No, I can't tell you what it is as LMM reads my blog!) lunch with A was great - she's in the process of making some massive changes in both her work and personal life and is doing great with both.
Which just left me with the visit to the DIY store.
There are many things that bug me about being single - not having access to oversized t-shirts that look better on me than him. Not having anyone to share the Sunday papers with, while it's still Sunday - C always reads the reminants the day after; and waking up beside a hot looking grumpy man who hates the fact that I'm super happy in the morning, when he's not.
The one thing that definitely turns me into a moany Minnie - is doing my own DIY and having to pick up the supplies to do it.
Forgive me for sounding like a broken record, but that's what guys are supposed to do. C was at his sister's place recovering from Eurovision Song party and S (my other favourite toolbox guy) has only just come back from the Far East.
So it was with a heavy heart, that I found myself el solo stalking up and down the aisles checking out tiles.
Having decided upon my choice, I went off in search of a friendly assistant to take my order, be charming to - so he could cut me a good deal and maybe even get everything delivered free. Well if you don't ask you don't get!
As soon as F turned around and gave me a rather cheeky smile, when I mentioned I wanted a discount, I realised that there are some fringe benefits to DIY!
20 mins later, I had everything I wanted including the added bonus on the back of receipt order, of his phone numbers (landline and mobil) at the bottom of it. Result!
It was all going really well, until he let slip he was in his second year at university and still living at home with his mum. Arrrr..... maybe I should get him to come across to mine for some 1:1 tuition.....only joking....or am I? I'll see how the rest of my week goes!
Friday, 28 May 2010
Happy Friday!
OMG my new skinny flare jeans are tooo die for !! As all of you will know I am the type of woman who has to work her butt off in the gym to remain curvy but toned.
Finding the perfect pair of jeans that shows off just the right amount of junk in the trunk (if you got it, you just gotta flaunt it right!), makes my thighs look skinny and hugs my waist is no mean feat, but I was up to the job.
Finding a man who wants to go and see Sex and the City, should have been an equally hard task until S who I am meant to be dining with FBd me and asked whether I like Sex and the City.
Ever since my very first episode, when Miranda was dating a nerd called Skipper and Carrie has only just bumped into Mr Big, it was love at first episode.
I craved the shoes, the clothes, the impossibly gorgeous men and the tricky little problems the ‘girls’ encountered during their day to day lives.
Once they hit the tough stuff like infidelity when Carrie cheated on Aidan with Big (something so ridiculously stupid, because I’ll admit this actually always preferred Aidan – so hot, but also good with his hands….in the bedroom and around the house!).
Or when Samantha got cancer – ok I’ll admit it I cried when she said broke up with Smith and pretended she was over him, rather than him see her get sick.
Yes I am a die hard SATC woman. So I'm gutted to say this, though diverting, visually stunning (the clothes, the shoes, the hair, some totally gorgeous locations), it wasn't all that funny and just like so many of us have said to that new love interest - "I'm just not in to you!"
Finding the perfect pair of jeans that shows off just the right amount of junk in the trunk (if you got it, you just gotta flaunt it right!), makes my thighs look skinny and hugs my waist is no mean feat, but I was up to the job.
Finding a man who wants to go and see Sex and the City, should have been an equally hard task until S who I am meant to be dining with FBd me and asked whether I like Sex and the City.
Ever since my very first episode, when Miranda was dating a nerd called Skipper and Carrie has only just bumped into Mr Big, it was love at first episode.
I craved the shoes, the clothes, the impossibly gorgeous men and the tricky little problems the ‘girls’ encountered during their day to day lives.
Once they hit the tough stuff like infidelity when Carrie cheated on Aidan with Big (something so ridiculously stupid, because I’ll admit this actually always preferred Aidan – so hot, but also good with his hands….in the bedroom and around the house!).
Or when Samantha got cancer – ok I’ll admit it I cried when she said broke up with Smith and pretended she was over him, rather than him see her get sick.
Yes I am a die hard SATC woman. So I'm gutted to say this, though diverting, visually stunning (the clothes, the shoes, the hair, some totally gorgeous locations), it wasn't all that funny and just like so many of us have said to that new love interest - "I'm just not in to you!"
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
My Back Up Plan
Well the clock is well and truly ticking down all too fast on C's time at Casa BB. Somehow in the past week, we seem to have tlked more and laughed harder, both of us knowing that change is just around the corner.
When I made him laugh by talking about my latest train moment - why is it men you meet on trains are always married?
This particular magic moment had a shaven head (growl - this only ever works if the guy has a beautiful shaped head which he had!),three piece double-breasted retro, grey suit and the body of a rugby player - argh a little piece of heaven !
"He was so fit, I'll nearly wrestled him to the ground there and then", I moaned to C.
"You're the only person I know who says crazy love stuff like that, follows your heart, means it and is actually nuts enough to act on it", laughed C.
"What can I say, I'm an idiot when it comes to amour, Wrong time, wrong place, wrong person, wrong life....oh I sound like some dodgy heroine in a romance novel"
"At least, when you do me the 'Real Deal', with your extensive vocabulary and ability to talk complete crap, he'd never be bored being married to a nut job like you" he smiled.
"Thanks, is that a proposal, because if it is, that would be great as my back up plan T (one of my best guy buddies), has just got engaged to 'The Child' aka 'the Hobbit, (her nickname depends on my humour and annoyance that another great guy, has forsaken some amazing women his own age to hook up with a hot childwoman, who has an intelluct as large as my shoe size!).
Sorry T - but you know I speak the truth!
Being the mischievous minx that I am and knowing how easy it is to wind C up, I proceeded to rattle through venue, honeymoon and even dress selection, plus a five year timeline to 'our' wedding.
Watching the colour drain from his cheeks was so funny, that of course I couldn't hold my poker face too long without cracking up, something which wasn't helped by the cushion he threw at me.
When I made him laugh by talking about my latest train moment - why is it men you meet on trains are always married?
This particular magic moment had a shaven head (growl - this only ever works if the guy has a beautiful shaped head which he had!),three piece double-breasted retro, grey suit and the body of a rugby player - argh a little piece of heaven !
"He was so fit, I'll nearly wrestled him to the ground there and then", I moaned to C.
"You're the only person I know who says crazy love stuff like that, follows your heart, means it and is actually nuts enough to act on it", laughed C.
"What can I say, I'm an idiot when it comes to amour, Wrong time, wrong place, wrong person, wrong life....oh I sound like some dodgy heroine in a romance novel"
"At least, when you do me the 'Real Deal', with your extensive vocabulary and ability to talk complete crap, he'd never be bored being married to a nut job like you" he smiled.
"Thanks, is that a proposal, because if it is, that would be great as my back up plan T (one of my best guy buddies), has just got engaged to 'The Child' aka 'the Hobbit, (her nickname depends on my humour and annoyance that another great guy, has forsaken some amazing women his own age to hook up with a hot childwoman, who has an intelluct as large as my shoe size!).
Sorry T - but you know I speak the truth!
Being the mischievous minx that I am and knowing how easy it is to wind C up, I proceeded to rattle through venue, honeymoon and even dress selection, plus a five year timeline to 'our' wedding.
Watching the colour drain from his cheeks was so funny, that of course I couldn't hold my poker face too long without cracking up, something which wasn't helped by the cushion he threw at me.
Friday, 21 May 2010
Hot In the City!
It has been a pretty uninteresting week, that is until the heatwave hit hard today. Being couped up in an office which resembles a hothouse the minute the temperature gauge rises is cause enough to be catty.
But stepping out for lunch today I was confronted by an sea of women with absolutely no idea how to dress for the weather. There were several tribes that caught my eye.
The Trenchcoat Mafia
Out in force ready for action,wearing their coats despite it being 80 degrees outside, just in case the weather changed.
The Jimmy Shoez
Shoes fashionistas whose devotion is so extreme, that they wear even the silliest new trends - like sling clogs that are impossible to walk or hobble in or my number one pet hate at the moment - Sack Boots.
These hybrid shoe/boots/sandals - either in contrast fabric (black and gold or slutty red - shame on otherwise fashionable girl about town who stopped me dead in my tracks this morning wearing a fire engine peep-toe version of them!).
And don't let me forget the espadrilles version,or the gladiator sandal cross mix that would only look good on a TopShop refuge.
Attack of the Red Lobsters
Fair-skinned beauties who despite knowing better, spurn their essential factor 100 plus sun lotion burn themselves, just by walking around in the sun and insist on exhibiting the damage, wearing maxi-dresses with bikini tops underneath them.
Couple this offence with wearing cheap flip-flops and unpolished toe nails and I'd say we have a crime against fashion, which should not be forgiven any time soon.
The Busty Babes - Ladies - there really is no reason for you to give a free viewing of your assets by wearing lowcut summer dresses which don't quite fit you properly,and are in danger of setting the girls free when you least expect it.
Roll on summer - you've been a long time coming!
But stepping out for lunch today I was confronted by an sea of women with absolutely no idea how to dress for the weather. There were several tribes that caught my eye.
The Trenchcoat Mafia
Out in force ready for action,wearing their coats despite it being 80 degrees outside, just in case the weather changed.
The Jimmy Shoez
Shoes fashionistas whose devotion is so extreme, that they wear even the silliest new trends - like sling clogs that are impossible to walk or hobble in or my number one pet hate at the moment - Sack Boots.
These hybrid shoe/boots/sandals - either in contrast fabric (black and gold or slutty red - shame on otherwise fashionable girl about town who stopped me dead in my tracks this morning wearing a fire engine peep-toe version of them!).
And don't let me forget the espadrilles version,or the gladiator sandal cross mix that would only look good on a TopShop refuge.
Attack of the Red Lobsters
Fair-skinned beauties who despite knowing better, spurn their essential factor 100 plus sun lotion burn themselves, just by walking around in the sun and insist on exhibiting the damage, wearing maxi-dresses with bikini tops underneath them.
Couple this offence with wearing cheap flip-flops and unpolished toe nails and I'd say we have a crime against fashion, which should not be forgiven any time soon.
The Busty Babes - Ladies - there really is no reason for you to give a free viewing of your assets by wearing lowcut summer dresses which don't quite fit you properly,and are in danger of setting the girls free when you least expect it.
Roll on summer - you've been a long time coming!
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