Filed under: Literature, music | Tags: books, clutter, coffee, emily dickinson, feelgood, jason mraz, Literature, music, potatoes, telesales, weather, weekend
Today is Monday, and the rest of the week is looming threateningly around the corner. So far it’s been a week of temperamental laptop issues, cold weather and telesales harrassment. Although I try to be positive in the face of Monday misery… I just want to go back to bed and set my alarm for Spring.
My bedroom is a sanctuary this evening, away from the post-weekend clutter that has taken over the sitting room. I’ve seen cigarette ash hiding under the couch, and the kitchen is buried under a pile of dirty teatowels and empty bottles.
This man is the only reason I’m smiling right now!
This is Jason Mraz singing ‘I’m Yours’. I’ve been singing this song like an idiot for the last few days. This is live in Hyde Park last year – I love the way he plays with the crowd.
Other things that are improving my mood today:
1. GOOD coffee.
2. Potato farls (maybe an Irish thing?)
3. And this Emily Dickinson poem:
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful –
I’m also excited about starting a new book this evening – I have a stack of around 22 books waiting to be read, and I’m definitely going to choose something cheerful.
Is there a song that makes you smile instantly?
Filed under: Relationships, Single life | Tags: asshole, drunk, feelings, filter, pee, rebel, single, weekend
Oh dear. Occasionally my instincts betray me to such an extent that my basic asshole filter is compromised. The guy I mentioned in my last post, in the same paragraph as phrases like “my feelings towards him are still undecided” and “He’s hot” showed his true colours last night in a spectacular fashion.
He called me at 2.30am, asking if he could come up to see me. He had no way of getting home (he’s from a small town a very expensive taxi ride from here) and naturally, I let him in. Because I didn’t want him sleeping on a park bench, because I was awake anyway, and because he’s been trying to see me all week but I haven’t been able to accommodate him.
So he rocked up a few minutes later, looking a little worse for wear. He sat on the couch and launched into a booze-induced, profanity littered monologue about my previous relationships, the books I’m reading, his hometown, and his mammy. Oh dear. I extricated myself and left him on the couch with a sleeping bag, only to be woken by the sound of a stumbling drunkard at around 4am. I found him in the hall outside my room, disoriented, and obviously just after peeing against the wall outside The Pirates’ bedroom.
I chose not to mention it today, and I tactfully got him to leave as quickly as possible. He seemed oblivious to the events of the night, and had definitely sobered up, but the angry monologue continued this morning. His language makes him seem juvenile, almost as if he’s rebelling against grammar and courtesy the way teenagers rebel against their parents.
It’s interesting that our budding friendship would have wilted last night even if he hadn’t peed on my floor. As I’ve mentioned before, words are too important for me to settle for someone who can’t stimulate me with his vocal chords. Even then, the pee would have been unforgivable.
I hope this was a freak temporary glitch in the asshole filter. I’m not going to ask what the worst thing you’ve done drunk was, but I would like to know the worst thing that has been done unto you by a drunkard. Entertain me!
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: butterflies, first date, hug, laughter, LOVE, new friends, passion, poker, suitor, weekend
I met some interesting people last weekend, and was lucky enough to be involved in some wonderful conversations. One of the comments made was that people are more attracted to those who are in love. I think this might explain the curious number of prospective suitors I’ve met lately – right now, I’m in love with the world.
I had a date last night with a really nice guy – he’s Canadian, he enjoys travelling, he’s passionate about his job and getting the most out of life. Yeah, he’s nice. Maybe too nice. The men in my life need to be able to disagree with me, debate with me, challenge me and stimulate me. Full of ideas and opinions and… personality. The Canadian and I are in the early stages of getting to know one another, and he seems to be in ‘agreeable’ mode for now.
This weekend I’m meeting a guy who took a liking to me in the pub a few weeks ago. We’ve been out together once since then, and my feelings towards him are still undecided. We went to the cinema last week, but due to conflicting schedules and early mid-week pub closing times we didn’t have a chance to do anything before or after the movie. He’s hot. He’s not afraid to share his opinions on the world.
I think it’s obvious from the above that there haven’t been any real sparks flying. No intense passion, no uncontrollable desire, no butterflies. But there have been smiles and laughter, mild feelings of warm fuzziness, and a great game of poker. I don’t want to be truly involved with anyone for a long time… I just want the freedom of single life, with added board games and the occasional hug.
Filed under: LOVE, Relationships, Single life | Tags: lingerie, new man, simple life, weekend, worries
After rereading yesterday’s post, those are the words that stood out. ‘Just Be.’ Why? Because I’ve spent all day tying myself up in knots about our weekend together!
Tomorrow is the beginning. I’m meeting him a couple of hours from here, staying in his place tomorrow night, and catching a very early plane with him on Friday morning. Yeah, sounds great. Good plan.
It’s all the unplanned things that are causing stress today. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard – I’m going to be myself, dress in clothes I’m comfortable in, drink in the afternoon and generally kick back for the few days. But… I don’t want to look like I’m not willing to make an effort either!
The biggest concern? Underwear. Lingerie, if you will. WHAT is the correct attire for a weekend away with a man who is really just a friend but has the potential to be something more?! I don’t want to overdo it, but I’m equally as reluctant to underdo it.
I also volunteered to book accommodation. He has enough to organise, and I’d spotted somewhere that seemed perfect. That was easy too, until I had to choose between a double and a twin room! Because we’ve shared beds in the past, a double is the obvious choice. But I’ve thought about it so much I’ve managed to confuse myself…
So, tomorrow, I’m going to relax. The aim? To get my thoughts and worries the hell out of my way so I can have some fun this weekend. Life really is quite simple, when you let it be.
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.
