You wake up, shake a leg, go to the loo, brush your teeth, drag a comb through your hair, slap make up on your face, shrug out of your pjs and into new clothes, grab some breakfast, run out of the door, travel, travel travel, walk, walk, walk, sit in mind numbing lessons, and again, and again, and you're walking and you're walking and you're travelling, and you're home again, shrug off the clothes and into lounging clothes, scrape your hair up, start working, working, working, typing, typing, grabbing food, working and typing, showering and sleeping.

"I'm falling for you too"

Imagine this scene...

The snow is coming down non-stop.  The centimetres are growing, and your wellies are sunk to their kneecaps.  The sky is white, the land is white, the children are white.  They're sledging down the hill with smiles plastered on their face because they have the day off.
And I get a text.

"Oh I have something to tell you"
"What?!"
"Tell you when I see you"

"So mam I have a new boyfriend"

And boy did that go wrong...

Mixing up his name as a girl's name, insulting his parents due to this.
Asking if he has a-levels or a degree.
Asking where he lived and displaying a face like sour lemons.
Finding out his job and immediately judging.


Such great high points.
Wait til my dad finds out now....

It's Christmas Eve Eve :)

So I wimped out on telling my parents about my boyfriend.  So what?  I've got a whole week to tell them before I spend midnight with him on New Years (very different being with someone local!).  But the relationship is going very much 'FML' atm!

If I could write an autobiography someday I'm sure a lot of people will get a lot of laughs, and probably exchange sympathetic comments with me.  But I'm sure we've all been in this position and you just have to look back and laugh.

Back in the same place again...

So Friday (supposedly end of the world but we'll skate over that) I'm spending all afternoon (and early evening) Christmas shopping with the boyfriend, followed by a double date with his mates (eek) and stopping the night.
Trying to explain this to the mother-tron and come up with an excuse for my absence all day might possibly be neigh on impossible.  Especially as I seem to be disappearing a lot lately to random people's houses.  How can she not notice the pattern from the last boyfriend?!

So how do I tell her about him?
When do I tell her about him?
Should I just jump in there and say it?
Should I casually mention him?
Just why me :(
Didn't think I'd be in this position so soon after the last one :/

GAH!

The Pendulum

As my last blog briefly and succinctly put it.  I am in a new relationship.

This girl moves fast apparently.

Having just started a new blog to comment on the woes of being single and the dating game, I had no idea that I'd fall so quickly into a new relationship.  But what a whirlwind!  Having met the guy in early August and my life completely changing from that very peninsula moment I didn't really expect to be sat here in a relationship with him.

So who is he?
I had known of him for many years, seen him about this old and boring town enough times to know that he likes his cars and he likes his work.  I didn't even think that when I used to see him bumble in and out of the two pubs he worked in from his car to the bar quite literally that I'd ever really speak to him nevermind what has happened.  He is definitely my type.  It appears I have a penchant for barmen, and particularly bar men in a managerial position.  So when I started going to his quiz and he randomly said 'don't do that, it's distracting' about me bouncing on my chair, something clicked.  And out opened a wave of new life for me.  Something woke up and stirred in my tummy.  Something I hadn't felt in a long long time.  Soon I was propping up the bar, leaning across it, leaving elbow marks in the marble surface so to speak, and burning a hole in my pocket as the pub became my new home.  Only when I'm interested in men and chasing them do I spend so much time in a pub and drinking, my liver must pray for the time I'm so lonely.

So it wasn't until the Olympic Closing Ceremony that in actual facts things really got started with me and him.  Soon chatting wasn't good enough anymore, I wanted him.  And I wanted him for about a month or so afterwards to the point that he stopped going on date after date with other women, that he stopped going out on nights out, and suddenly he was there.  And I was there for when he lost his job when the pub went into insolvency.  And dates where he spent his time on his phone extended to dates where he paid attention to me.  Without realising it I was on one of these such dates when he suddenly confirmed it, we'd passed from seeing each other to being with each other.  My efforts of the last month and a bit had won.  I had won him over.

Almost a month into things I'm just as happy as I was the day I met him and even happier now that he's stopped his flirting and stopped his gallavanting with other females.

I am actually content for once :) The pendulum has swung.

Newly in a relationship...

November 12th.

Wow.