Filed under: Single life | Tags: alcohol, detox, dj, mashup, music, norwegian recycling, sage
Ever been in that mood where you NEED music but every CD you put on seems… unsatisfying? Where you wish your flatmate or spouse was a kickass DJ who could fulfil your musical whims and entertain you all night long? That’s how I feel right now, but I’ve found the ideal solution.
He is Norwegian Recycling. Crazy mashups of funky tunes you can’t help but sing along to. My personal favourite so far is ‘Ben is Chasing Beautiful Cars’ which samples… you might have guessed some of it…
Sean Kingston – Beautiful Girls
Ben E. King – Stand By Me
Snow Patrol – Chasing Cars
Alice Deejay – Back In My Life
Beverly Hills 90210 – Opening Theme
Puff Daddy feat. Faith Evans &112 – I’ll Be Missing You
Phew. He’s Norwegian, he’s beautiful, and he’s talented. And he’s only 24… I feel so unaccomplished!
I’ve been accidentally detoxing for a couple of weeks now – completely unplanned abstinence from alcoholic substances. I think it might come to an end tonight; I feel the familiar thirst returning. Not so much a thirst for beer as a desire for social human company.
I relented today and got in touch with the Unlikely Valentine again. I might see him this weekend. More excitingly… I think I’ll get to see The Sage too. We haven’t been corresponding much at all lately, but it hasn’t changed my feelings for him one bit.
I’ve been writing business-related articles for local publications all day, and I seemed to have reached my daily quota of words… adieu.
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: lesson, new man, relationship, romance, sage, The One
The Sage and I parted company this morning after a wonderful weekend together.
I feel a little lost without him beside me now, knowing that I won’t see him for weeks or months. The distance between us, and our clashing schedules, are the only two things that prevented our weekend from being perfect.
I described him in the last post as a friend who has the potential to be much more than that. Things are the same now - there’s still potential, but I don’t think it will be realised anytime soon. We talked, a lot, about the feelings we have for each other. It was wonderful to hear my own thoughts being spoken from his lips – times we’ve shared and memories we have that mean a lot to us both.
A friend of mine told me years ago that he believed everything in life came down to timing. I agree. If The Sage and I were in another place, at another time, this would be the start of a relationship. But we’re here, and it’s simply the continuation of an exceptional friendship. Neither of us can know if it will ever develop beyond that, and we’ve both accepted it for what it is.
There have been a few amazing men in my life over the last few years, and quite a few similar situations. I think it’s important not to dwell on the ‘could haves’ – relationships that never had the chance to develop due to the constraints of time or distance. Instead, I embrace the fact that there isn’t just One. There are Many.
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: adventure, friends, sage, travel, weekend
I do have some news. A development, of sorts. The Sage and I are going away together this weekend. It’s not as romantic as it sounds – he has business, I have friends in the same area, so we’re going together. It seemed like a reasonable solution – we have busy lives and haven’t seen one another for almost a month.
I’m excited. It’ll be wonderful to just BE for a couple of days, reconnect. It’s been so long that the thrill of our night together has almost worn off. I have to make an effort to recapture those feelings now; and it feels like a distant memory.
I’m finding it hard to formulate any solid thoughts about the weekend; I’ve already realised that there won’t be any room for expectations or promises. It will simply be an adventure, and if it goes well, it’ll be an adventure worth repeating.
Filed under: Hobby, LOVE, Parents, Pets, Relationships, Single life | Tags: family, fish, Fred, new pet, nightclass, pirate, sage, Single life, terrapin
I was recently told that my Spirit Guides want me to cut all ties with The Pirate. I’m not quite sure who these guides are, or if they are, but I went against their advice today. The Pirate and I have bought a pet – a terrapin who has been named Fred.
It wasn’t planned; a trip to TK Maxx led to the purchase of a vase and a desire to fill it with fish. The ensuing visit to the pet shop was the beginning of a love affair with a reptile, who has been happily installed in the corner of our sitting room. Does this make us a family?
The fish are on the coffee table, which means I can see them out of the corner of my eye when I’m sitting on the couch. I like to keep busy, but I DO spend a lot of time on the couch – my bedroom is strictly for sleeping, and the couch is where I watch TV, work, Google things, and keep an eye on any culinary projects that I have running in the kitchen. The fish have been here for a couple of days now, and there’s a big change in the energy in the room. It’s much more alive, and I’m slightly on edge. I’m sure it will take all four of us (the terrapin, the fish x 2, and me) a few days to adjust.
The Pirate and I have already agreed that whichever one of us eventually keeps the terrapin will financially reimburse the other. I’m sure he’ll lose interest soon enough – he was a bit shocked to discover they can live for 25 years.
The fish are mine.
The Sage is once again asking when we’ll both be in the same city at the same time… part of me wants to jump onto a bus and head straight there in order to relive our wonderful night together. But most of me wants to stay here, Googling Terrapin info and choosing nightclasses to attend this year. Uncomplicated, single life is a treat.
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: bling date, boyfriend, fresh start, LOVE, matchmaker, pirate, plan b, sage
Life took me by surprise today.
I was having a lazy, uninteresting, uninspired afternoon. Vegetarian Shepherd’s Pie was as exciting as things got around here. Until I got a call from a wonderful friend of my mams – an aspiring matchmaker. She’s been trying to introduce me to someone for months, and was delighted to hear The Pirate and I are no longer an item.
We agreed that Someone could call me, and that I’d keep myself free until I meet him! He got in touch earlier on, and he’s fantastic. We haven’t met, and won’t until next week, but I like him. It’s hard to make a good first impression when there’s so much pressure, and he did brilliantly.
I also heard from Plan B this afternoon. Plan B and I met randomly a long time ago, but I’m convinced we knew each other in a past life, or something… we connected so well when we met that I didn’t even ask him what he did for months. We’ve never had the need for small talk. I christened him Plan B straight away, and the name has stuck within my circle of friends. The Pirate was Plan A at the time.
If you’re wondering where The Sage comes into all of this, I’m not sure that he does. He was really keen to meet up last weekend, but changed his mind at the last minute. That’s fine with me, but he managed to turn it into some kind of drama… he didn’t explain himself at all, then said ‘I’m just fucked up’ and hung up. Hmm. It was his idea to meet up, and neither of us really had the time for it - I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place. I’m fine with us not seeing each other until it happens of its own accord, which it eventually will. He’s called a few times since, and I enjoy our conversations, but that’s as far as it’s going for now.
I’ve promised to save myself for this mysterious Someone, which is exciting in itself – and also saves me the effort of thinking about anyone else for a while.
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: brother-in-law, distance, memory, sage
The start of any great adventure is infinitely more exciting than the middle.
The Sage and I are at a wonderful stage of our adventure. We haven’t seen each other for almost a fortnight. Two weeks of beautiful memories – moments so clear in my mind that I close my eyes to relive them. Two weeks of thrills anytime I get a message from him, and disappointment when a message turns out to be from someone else.
I’m relishing every moment of this. My witty brother-in-law thinks The Sage would be perfect for me, simply because we’d rarely see one another. I laughed as he said it, and agreed straight away. Distance can be a beautiful thing, as it demands that you lead a life of your own.
And it’s a good life.
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: first kiss, moving on, pirate, sage
When we broke up, I liked the idea of The Pirate hanging around for a while. Most people think the fact that we live together is strange, but it’s given us the opportunity to get to know each other as friends again. I know myself well enough at this stage to realise that I’d think about him a lot more if I didn’t see him - the fact that we see each other regularly means I’m not spending my time wondering where he is or who he’s with.
I also thought it would be nice to ease back into single life – with the pirate still living here, I’m not going to adopt anyone from the pub or host late night get togethers that could lead to trouble.
With these practical measures in place, I was all set to enjoy a few months of being alone. My life was bound to be a man-free zone for the foreseeable future.
So it’s with some surprise that I’m writing this tonight – a post about the magical, romantic weekend that still has my head spinning. I mentioned a wise friend of mine a while ago. This weekend, we’re more than just friends.
The Sage lives and works a couple of hours away from here, so we email often and rendezvous when we can. We had dinner on Saturday night, not a ‘date’ but simply a need to eat. We talked, the way we do, and I began to realise that from the moment our friendship began a few months ago he was the person I wanted to see most. We have a few friends in common, and when we meet them all we do is talk to each other – nobody else matters.
As the night drew on we grew physically closer – leaning in to hear one another’s words, hands on arms, arms on waists, until finally we were standing face-to-face and there was a lull in the conversation. We both knew what would happen next, but let the moment hang in the air, enjoying it. That kiss was incredible. His warm breath on my skin, the gentle touch of his hands, the space between us electrified.
I’m not going to mention the rest of the night, but I will say that I always think the first kiss with someone new is a hint at what is yet to come. That kiss was genuine. Sensitive. Slow. Satisfying.
We won’t see each other for a few weeks, but I don’t mind. I’m still letting The Pirate go, and I need space and time to do it.
