A couple of months ago a guy from the pub down the road, who I was shagging, invited me to Fiji with him. He also invited another girl he was seeing.
We were all booked to go in the second week of February. However, things haven't been so peachy between us all lately.
Separately, we all get along great. Together, things sometimes got a little awkward, mostly for her. She didn't know that we had slept together, although could probably guess, and she did know that we'd hooked up. I was also his confidant in all things regarding her, ie her wanting a more serious relationship.
A couple of weeks ago he flew back in from Japan and she picked him up from the airport, on the way home they stopped in by my place for lunch. The majority of the time she sat there quietly and didn't participate in conversation.
It was at this point that I thought that it might be best to make my own plans for Fiji. I've told different people different stories as to who I am going away with. Usually I travel alone, so it was no huge surprise to my family when I told them I had booked a holiday to Fiji by myself, to some I would say that I was going with a couple of mates and a few of my friends know the full story.
We'd only booked flights so if I made my own arrangements, the only weird situation would be flying over on the same flights.
Today, I received a bizzare message from her:
Just to let you know, Rob and I have had to change our flight dates... Sorry to 'spring' this on you but ive got cancer and so we had to bring the flights forward for treatment and health reasons. Im really sorry.
WTF! I don't know how I feel right now. Now it actually will be a holiday on my own, no awkwardness...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Waitress Required
Waitress/er Required:
Upmarket establishment in City. Well presented, flexible hours, no exp req.
Ph: XXXX XXXX
I've disappointed my mother again; this time in my quest for employment.
This morning I had a job interview, for the position described above. The appointment itself was not at the establishment in the city, it was instead it was in Bondi Junction. I walked to the address in the business district, but the location of their office was in the residential area, so I walked down the street and found the building. Well, to be fair it was a townhouse, a little run down on the outside.
The sign on the door read ABC Stress Management. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a plump, middle aged woman. She introduced herself as Debra and invited me in. Immediately inside the door was the office. The interior was dimly lit and the furnishings were minuscule. A desk with a few pieces of paper scattered about and a chair either side. The blinds were drawn, and hanging in the entrance to the hallway were a myriad of plush curtains.
I sat down with Debra and she told me about the position, speaking quietly and speeding up her voice at points of conversation that could cause unease or generate questions. Debra was only conducting interviews for a man who was opening up a Strip Club in the CBD. There was a generous base rate plus tips. Uniforms were provided although there would also be occasions at which required the girls to be topless. The owner pays all waitresses at the end of a shift in cash as were the girls who worked with her.
While I was at the interview my mother called and in my absence spoke to my flatmate, who told her where I was. Mum, who should know by now, pressed for details so I gave them to her. These were followed by a deathly silence as she came to the same conclusion that I had also come to ...
I'd just been to a brothel.
Upmarket establishment in City. Well presented, flexible hours, no exp req.
Ph: XXXX XXXX
I've disappointed my mother again; this time in my quest for employment.
This morning I had a job interview, for the position described above. The appointment itself was not at the establishment in the city, it was instead it was in Bondi Junction. I walked to the address in the business district, but the location of their office was in the residential area, so I walked down the street and found the building. Well, to be fair it was a townhouse, a little run down on the outside.
The sign on the door read ABC Stress Management. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a plump, middle aged woman. She introduced herself as Debra and invited me in. Immediately inside the door was the office. The interior was dimly lit and the furnishings were minuscule. A desk with a few pieces of paper scattered about and a chair either side. The blinds were drawn, and hanging in the entrance to the hallway were a myriad of plush curtains.
I sat down with Debra and she told me about the position, speaking quietly and speeding up her voice at points of conversation that could cause unease or generate questions. Debra was only conducting interviews for a man who was opening up a Strip Club in the CBD. There was a generous base rate plus tips. Uniforms were provided although there would also be occasions at which required the girls to be topless. The owner pays all waitresses at the end of a shift in cash as were the girls who worked with her.
While I was at the interview my mother called and in my absence spoke to my flatmate, who told her where I was. Mum, who should know by now, pressed for details so I gave them to her. These were followed by a deathly silence as she came to the same conclusion that I had also come to ...
I'd just been to a brothel.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Bad Date #1
His name was Matt, he was 22 and a sweet guy, he was lonely and after being coaxed by a mate I decided to give him a go and let her set me up.
She didn't tell me much about him but that seemed fine as it gave us something to talk about once I got there. What I didn't realise was that there wasn't alot to him which is why she had nothing to tell me.
He started his adult life working at the local shopping centre in the Coles Supermarket, but soon got bored and moved upstairs to a more exciting career on the floor at K'mart. He got bored there too and after not showing up a few times the dream was over and management had to let him go.
All was not lost! His parents had a contact at McDonalds and so Matt started working the drive thru. Matt had found his true calling and management was beckoning, it all went awry when he broke his wrist, that was when he found an easier way to make money. Ever since Matt lived on the Dole and sat home each day watching Cable.
He was looking for a GF as life at home was lonely when his parents were away.
This girl wasn't it.
She didn't tell me much about him but that seemed fine as it gave us something to talk about once I got there. What I didn't realise was that there wasn't alot to him which is why she had nothing to tell me.
He started his adult life working at the local shopping centre in the Coles Supermarket, but soon got bored and moved upstairs to a more exciting career on the floor at K'mart. He got bored there too and after not showing up a few times the dream was over and management had to let him go.
All was not lost! His parents had a contact at McDonalds and so Matt started working the drive thru. Matt had found his true calling and management was beckoning, it all went awry when he broke his wrist, that was when he found an easier way to make money. Ever since Matt lived on the Dole and sat home each day watching Cable.
He was looking for a GF as life at home was lonely when his parents were away.
This girl wasn't it.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
You know you are getting soft when...
You consider a tactical spew whilst out drinking.
Sadly, this was me last weekend. Now let me clarify that I can drink a fair bit and hold my liquor, but as time passes I seem to be getting softer and softer and it seems to be taking less to get me drunk now.
Not long ago, I hadn't heard of a tactical spew, in fact I hardly ever have a good ol' chuck session brought on by drinking, there are a couple of exceptions one being my 21st, which is completely understandable given the amount of drinks I'd had, infact the next day I was still completely smashed and it wasn't until the following day that I began to sober up and the hangover began. When I was 16 I drank a bottle of cheap gin and then sat on the edge of a bank and spewed my ring out all over my shoes.
At the age of 18 I went to a Halloween party with my cousin who introduced me to backdraughts, one toke on that and I was running...
The last occasion at 20 was after a drinking game in which I drank a very cheap cask of wine after not eating all day. Food didn't agree with me after that and I vomited all over my best mates, friends bathroom (whom I'd only just met).
I'm quite proud of the fact that I don't vomit after drinking, but last weekend my drunken reasoning said, if you spew now you'll be able to keep drinking for the rest of the night, but it was 2:30am so I went on my merry way home and slept it off like a trooper.
Next time I consider this, please slap me so I come to my senses, NEVER is it acceptable to have a tactical spew!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Whats in your room - Part II
Immediately after I named and posted the previous blog entry I thought of a much more deserving story for the title. This details a few things that I currently have in various places of the room. There are the usual bits and pieces, a chair, a desk, a TV, who could forget the kitset queen sized bed which was not designed to be taken apart and moved to new houses, but it has been 3 times now and is a little worse for wear. Just before Christmas I had a week off work, from this time, the only thing I have to show for myself is the headboard coming off and creating a small crater in the wall.
The catalyst for this was a present I recieved from a guy trying to win me back in the sack; a wee black lace up bodice which has had a pretty good response from those who have seen it.
When it first arrived I caught up with The Greek who came back to my place and saw it fresh and new lying on the floor after unwrapping it from its packaging earlier in the day. He begged me to put it on and I've gotta say, I was pretty impressed with the reaction.
I also have a killer pair of black vinyl heels which again had a great response after I put them on ... there is obviously something about a woman wearing only high heels that turns a man on to no end.
I also have a corset which is more of a couture piece than lingerie, but none the less it is also quite obvious once you walk through the door. Although I wore it out for NYE I am on the lookout for another occasion to wear it out and about so if you have any suggestions, fire through a comment!
My prized possesion is currently three supermario figuines which make random sounds from the ever popular video game ... if only the giver knew their use.
Some days I am glad I no longer live at home, so there is no real urgency in hiding anything and simply closing the door is enough.
Whats in your room?
The catalyst for this was a present I recieved from a guy trying to win me back in the sack; a wee black lace up bodice which has had a pretty good response from those who have seen it.
When it first arrived I caught up with The Greek who came back to my place and saw it fresh and new lying on the floor after unwrapping it from its packaging earlier in the day. He begged me to put it on and I've gotta say, I was pretty impressed with the reaction.
I also have a killer pair of black vinyl heels which again had a great response after I put them on ... there is obviously something about a woman wearing only high heels that turns a man on to no end.
I also have a corset which is more of a couture piece than lingerie, but none the less it is also quite obvious once you walk through the door. Although I wore it out for NYE I am on the lookout for another occasion to wear it out and about so if you have any suggestions, fire through a comment!
My prized possesion is currently three supermario figuines which make random sounds from the ever popular video game ... if only the giver knew their use.
Some days I am glad I no longer live at home, so there is no real urgency in hiding anything and simply closing the door is enough.
Whats in your room?
Whats in your room?
Take a look around your room and take a look at the walls, the probability is that you will have a poster on the wall, possibly some photos, or maybe even a painting. Having something on the ceiling is a little less common, but occasionally you will see glow in the dark stars, the odd poster. Generally when there is a poster in a males bedroom its of a half naked model from FHM, Playboy or some other mens magazine usually purchased with the intent to read one or more of the informative articles located sparingly between the covers.
These days some alcohol companies have joined the party with their own branded posters and merchandising material. The most recognisable campaign is by Woodstock, for anyone that hasn't seen it, the caption is 'Crack a Woody'. A very clever and catchy slogan.
One of my first sexual encounters was with a man who had Woodstock marketing material all through the house. The most inescapable poster was located straight above the bed on the ceiling of his bedroom. If it was the hot centerfold from the December 98 edition of Penthouse, perhaps it wouldn't have posed such a problem, however instead it was a scantily clad skank in a show all bikini, the other deciding factor in that is that the centerfold is an A3 fold out ... this poster is a full ceiling cover size A1 poster.
The conundrum I was faced with at the time was, should I stay where I was staring up at a woman who was increasingly turning me off, or make the switch and get on top, but be fully aware that the man beneath me was looking up at another woman and most likely getting off on it? Should I be faced with the same situation again I'm not sure whether I would switch positions or just go ahead and sleep with his best friend again instead....
Why are all of life's decisions so hard?
These days some alcohol companies have joined the party with their own branded posters and merchandising material. The most recognisable campaign is by Woodstock, for anyone that hasn't seen it, the caption is 'Crack a Woody'. A very clever and catchy slogan.
One of my first sexual encounters was with a man who had Woodstock marketing material all through the house. The most inescapable poster was located straight above the bed on the ceiling of his bedroom. If it was the hot centerfold from the December 98 edition of Penthouse, perhaps it wouldn't have posed such a problem, however instead it was a scantily clad skank in a show all bikini, the other deciding factor in that is that the centerfold is an A3 fold out ... this poster is a full ceiling cover size A1 poster.
The conundrum I was faced with at the time was, should I stay where I was staring up at a woman who was increasingly turning me off, or make the switch and get on top, but be fully aware that the man beneath me was looking up at another woman and most likely getting off on it? Should I be faced with the same situation again I'm not sure whether I would switch positions or just go ahead and sleep with his best friend again instead....
Why are all of life's decisions so hard?
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Resolution: Resolved - its the 3 date rule baby!
Yes I'm back; albeit breifly, you can now rest easily knowing that I haven't dropped off the face of the earth.
Happy New Year! It's the time of year when everyone starts and generally fails an absurd resolution which is unrealistic in the first place.
Last year I resolved not to sleep with any of the people I had slept with the year before. I made that resolution specifically not to sleep with one person, and low and behold He was the first person I slept with in the year. I also kissed and made up with another a little while later in the year which completly killed that resolution.
This year however I have resolved that I will be less of a skankbag and get to know someone before sleeping with them. This means a minimum of 3 dates, before any clothes come off and either of us get any action. I also think that with 3 dates it wouldnt be hard to wait a month before sleeping with someone, but I'm not going to push it.
I also have invested in a good quality diary which I will detail events in so it will be much easier to keep track of myself this year ...
Fingers crossed, heres to a GoodYear (because thats what they made with the 365 condoms I used last year once they were melted down).
Happy New Year! It's the time of year when everyone starts and generally fails an absurd resolution which is unrealistic in the first place.
Last year I resolved not to sleep with any of the people I had slept with the year before. I made that resolution specifically not to sleep with one person, and low and behold He was the first person I slept with in the year. I also kissed and made up with another a little while later in the year which completly killed that resolution.
This year however I have resolved that I will be less of a skankbag and get to know someone before sleeping with them. This means a minimum of 3 dates, before any clothes come off and either of us get any action. I also think that with 3 dates it wouldnt be hard to wait a month before sleeping with someone, but I'm not going to push it.
I also have invested in a good quality diary which I will detail events in so it will be much easier to keep track of myself this year ...
Fingers crossed, heres to a GoodYear (because thats what they made with the 365 condoms I used last year once they were melted down).
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