I think that most girls have a guy from their past, usually high school/college, who is 'that guy'. The guy that was the most popular, cutest, most charming etc. The guy that every girl wants to be with, and every guy wants to be. In Hollywood this guy is usually played by a Freddie Prinze Jnr type.
Well last night I kissed 'that guy'! Yep!! The guy from College that every girl wanted to kiss. The one that we refer to as his full name, and every girl sighs and says "oh yeah!". Well I KISSED HIM!!! Actually he kissed me!
Very exciting!!
I told him to call me so we can 'go out' some time (yep, that means hook up), so we'll just have to wait and see what happens. I'm not holding my breath, that's for sure!!
As I get older I find myself more and more attracted to younger men. I still favour my older men (especially Eric Bana and Gerry Butler, oh and Jason Statham...) but these younger guys, and I have never been attracted to younger guys before, seem to be getting cuter and cuter!
Do you think it's a biology thing? I'm getting older...maybe I'm reaching my sexual peak, and I'm looking for a guy who can match it? Hmmm... interesting theory. Just last year I was caught flirting with a boy who was still in high school! And he looked it! Now that is dangerous.
I found myself perving on Daniel Radcliffe (AKA Harry Potter) when he was on Oprah once. He wasn't 18 then, so I turned off the TV. But now that he is 18 (or maybe older) it's fine...isn't it?
And Zac Efron in 17 Again...well he was playing a grown up and he is oh so cute! And he can dance, and even sing a bit. Yummy!
Then there is Prince Harry. He is younger than me, but I've always had a soft spot for him!!
So it has to be said: "Lock up your sons!!"
Nothing makes me feel more free than riding my motorcycle.Today I cruised in to work, and even though my new windscreen is obviously in the wrong position (and caused my head to get buffeted around something chronic) it was still so much fun! As I was walking into work I saw my crush (who has lost a fair bit of his charm of late), and stopped to hold the door open for him. I then walked ahead of him, helmet in hand, cute butt in a pair of cargos, and auburn pony-tail streaming.Even though I'm so over trying to impress him or even make him like me, it was still a great feeling! For some reason holding my helmet and knowing that I just rode in on a motorbike (something that not even that many men do!) made me feel untouchable!Don't hate me, 'cause you ain't me!
It is Tuesday morning, about 9:30am, and I am sitting on my bed with my cat doing some assorted work and stuffing around. Why aren't I at work I hear you ask, well because my hot water system is being replaced and although the plumbers offered to just let themselves in, I thought it was best if I was at home.
Winston (my cat) has been a little weird, he doesn't really like strangers. At the moment he is stretched out with his little hand (paw) on my pen that I had been using. I have no idea what he is planning to do with it, write his memoirs maybe?
When I started this blog I was intending to blog every single day, but unfortunately I have been a little bit slack over the last couple of days. I will blame my friends and all of the alcohol I drank over the weekend at my friends hen's night. It was a very messy night, but I guess what is youth for if not to get a little messy every now and then?
I also failed miserably in my declaration to not talk to my crush at all. I was going alright, there was even one stage when we were both in the kitchen at work and I didn't say anything I just filled up my water bottle, but then he asked me something and I had to succumb to his charms and talk to him. We then had a very funny interlude as he played an email prank on myself and some fellow coworkers. But then he came to play pool with us at lunch and when it came time to him choosing someone to play with he didn't choose me. Which made me eager to remind myself of my declaration and the fact that boys are poo!
Today I will eventually go into work, because if I don't I will just have a heap more work to do tomorrow, and I will try my best to ignore my crush and do some work. Some of my friends think I should just ask my crush out....I just don't want to have to sit there as he tells me that he's just not that into me.
Isn't it amazing what a simple facial tick can do.
For example a wink from a certain someone can make your knees go week.
Although there is every possibility that it was just a facial tick and it didn't actually mean anything.
Yes, this post may be about that guy I'm not supposed to be posting about. But don't worry, I got my boss to pinch me! It's all about negative reinforcement.
I have made a decision to stop wasting my time liking a guy who doesn't have any idea that exist. Instead of making an effort to talk to him, I am going to basically ignore him. I will be polite, but that is all. I have also decided to stop talking about him, and that will include not writing about him here in this blog. I wonder how long I can keep it up for? I have told my friends that they are welcome to slap my face if I do talk about him.
Wish me luck!
BTW - the title of this blog comes from Love Actually when Keira Knightley's character discovers that her husbands friend Mark is in love with her. She says to him "but you hate me, you never talk to me", and he replies to her "it's a self preservation thing".
It sucks.
I see him in the kitchen at work and sometimes we have great conversations, sometimes we don't say much, and every time he walks away.
I would like to pout and have a tantrum and say "it's not fair!" but I have to admit that this is a very familiar feeling. If he was a jerk, or married, or I wasn't attracted to him, he would be all over me. But because he is actually a nice guy and I like him he doesn't want anything to do with me.
Just behind my computer I have a little sign that says "He's just not that into you. If he wanted to go out with you, he would ask you out!"
It is true and I have to remind myself everyday... but still I say, there's a way for us....
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