From Me to You - Part 2

“Dear friend,

I’m ever so sorry, but unwillingly and involuntarily, I have infected you with a cold…..

Hope you enjoy your gift, from me to you, and I hope you get well soon.

MK “

Oh dear oh dear, looks like I’ve been a “Typhoid Mary”* between friends and work colleagues lately. When having the cold myself, I’ve passed on the virus to friends and colleagues who have in turn become unwell. Not good at all. I’m all fully recovered now, but they are still suffering. “Oh troublesome virus! How I hate thee!”  I do hope they get well soon, one in particular, a 60+ year old colleague, who has it now. I feel guilty, but there’s nothing I can do really… is there?

Kal pullin a face at park

The weekend past went by fine. I minded my son Kallam from Saturday morning – Sunday evening. It was great because I love spending time with him. We took a trip to the park yesterday, where we went to see the ducks and swans at a nearby lake and went to the local park where he climbed and had fun on the climbing frames with me. Naturally, I got involved myself and found myself messing about with him on them. The father/son bond is definitely there and we seem to be able to make each other laugh without even lifting a finger plus can equally just sit and watch TV in comfortable silence. A part of me is hoping he will take most of my good traits (creativity, patience, good manners and positivity) with him into adulthood, but a part of me wants him to come into his own, excel in his own right and make me a very much more proud father. 

Dating wise.., its non existant. I've asked a few out but with less then desireable responses. "i dont want to lead you on", "but you're my friend!" or "thanks, but I'm not ready for a relationship yet". I guess my time will come. I've recently added again on facebook the girl i was seeing before christmas, but i'm not revisiting that yet. I want to keep trying for Miss Right. So, hopefully, with time I'll find her, not through acting all desperate, but through patience and making the right choices. We'll see.

[*“Mary Mallon also known as Typhoid Mary, was the first person in the United States to be identified as a healthy carrier of typhoid fever. Over the course of her career as a cook, she is known to have infected 53 people, three of whom died from the disease.”]

Blue Moon Blog

Here’s my once-every-blue-moon blog. Its been a while, but since I’ve still been getting comments on my last entry, I thought it only necessary to keep on doing it. Plus, I need to get some stuff off my chest, in a informative and in no way depressing way….. hopefully.

A lots happened since …..*checks last blog date*…. October! That’s ages ago, wow. Yeah, a lots happened. Christmas, New Years and Valentines Day. Its been a while.

She gave me beer. love at first sight...

In November, I met up with someone I’ll call Barmaid Girl. I chatted her up over the bar in the pub which she worked in, which is very unlike me. She was a bit unsure at first because of the age difference (9 years younger no less). We went out a couple of weeks and ended it soon after due to her being immature and plus we had nothing in common. We broke it off early December and that was that.

I spent Christmas with Kallam (my son) at my ex’s place while my ex went out to parties and so on. I wouldn’t miss his Christmas for the world.

Just after Christmas I received a message from someone (I shall name Blondie), who stated she had liked my profile and wanted to get to know me better. Curious and curiouser. We chatted and it turned out from the chats, she was alright to get on with. So after a bit of time, around Boxing day we decided to meet up.

We decided to meet up at a local pub which held a pub quiz. Its fair to say things didn’t go to plan from the start. She sat at a table next to the front door of the pub and being winter, we both were freezing and had people brushing past us on either side. It annoyed me an made me uncomfortable on top of me being my shy old self. I’m not a date person, having only going on dates once or twice in the past. I lapsed into silence having had difficulty talking to her, being shy herself. She was really pretty and sexy and that made me shy. She took it as me being ignorant and mean, so come the end of the night I found myself apologizing to her as she showed quite visibly that she was upset. Good start…. Yeah right.

We talked afterwards and decided another date was needed. My confidence was lower the second time round having been frustrated at the outcome of the last. The next one was with friends though and I was considerably more relaxed. Disaster struck though when, towards the end of the night, having had difficulties talking to her asked for her to join me outside to talk, but she didn’t follow. So I waited outside thinking she’ll come eventually. Turns out she just took it the wrong way and went off crying. Strange.

Things went fine for a while, went out a few times and she gave me more chances after making me admit it was all my fault after loads of arguments with me trying to defend myself. Disaster struck again though when we had a big argument out at another pub where she complained all the time about the way I acted and how I should treat her differently then how I treat friends. In some ways this is true, but the stuff I was doing, I wouldn’t have thought it was a big of a deal. Stranger still…. After changing to another pub, she excused herself and came back totally calm, flirty and friendly. That had me confused and freaked out. She also nit picked at little habits I didn’t even know I had. Id have given up sooner, but something just made me want to keep on trying.

We broke it off eventually when after loads more arguments we decided we weren’t meant to be and that we should go our separate ways. I was glad to be single again after such a hard time and confidence draining time. The sex was great and some times together were happy, on the whole we had to call it quits.

So here I am single, and what have I learnt. Even the most beautiful women can be bitches. Nuff said. So I’m on the leisure.

That’s basically the whole update. I’ll update more frequent in the days/weeks to come.

Housemate Blues

I really feel for my housemate........All he wanted was no ties fun and frolics with one or two girls/women: he made this perfectly clear from the start of their affair. Yet when he goes and calls it quits after them apparently wanting more then just sex and developing feelings, he gets the hang mans noose around his neck for this and they take it more then just to heart, they are properly depressed. As can be seen from multiple Facebook statuses ranging from ones showing their anger at him to ones wanting to slice of his genitalia and put it through a blender.

IMO he did nothing wrong: maybe he talked too much to them and got to know them, maybe he was there for them when things went wrong in their lives, or maybe he just gave them the idea just by being caring. One of these girls is a friend of mine and she took it quite badly. Ooooh, badly isn’t the word I’m looking for. she took it so badly that she’s moving from the neighbourhood and is going to live elsewhere. She’s a nice gal too, has a bubbly personality and is good looking. I’d have asked her out myself had it not been for the fact she has really low self esteem and seems to be putting herself down all the time. A girl with issues. The other one he was seeing on the side is a nice one too, has a bubbly personality and seemed to me one who would have been happy in a casual non relationship. Can’t always count on feelings staying out of the equation. Anyways, my housemates left town for a week to take a breather from all the mayhem, maybe its for the best.

Onto myself anyway now. My Houseparty went well, I got drunk and had fun. The entire amount of visitors seemed intent of cramming themselves in the kitchen, small as it was, so i joined them. My mate Adam showed us how bulb in a microwave party trick and I provided the tunes through my ps3. It rocked. Everyone said they had loads of fun thanks to some party beer drinking cards. lots of flirting went on and I can't remember any of it. It was one of "those nights". 

The following morning was a sight and I left tidying up for another day and spent the day recovering. :P

I was told at the weekend, that the barmaid I asked out the previous weekend had been asking for me. I heard all this off my dad as she had been asking about how I am and that she was worried that I got the wrong end of the stick when she told me that she was only 18. It turns out it was more of an approval question then a statement. She thought I’d be against going out with someone that age. Its unknown territory for me, but anything’s worth a shot. Might be something there. I’ve asked my dad to try and get her number, as I’m unable to get to the pub after work. (I hate busses). Whether it’s on their list of priorities I don’t know. We’ll see.

I’m still working my way through Dan Browns book. It’s got me glued to it every lunchtime. It’s full of interesting facts, action and suspense. I’ll write a review when I get to the end.

Thats it for today. ciao