So, in that frustrating way that only blokes will understand, as soon as I decide to move to Sydney, I am inundated. This has never happened before! A brief rundown on the girls in my life right now:
-The Ex: lovely girl, still great friends but we just don't work together - we just push each others buttons - see each other often and have an unfortunate habit of sleeping together when we are determined not to
- Easy: a girl I met at TMM bootcamp about 6 months ago - 24, not stunning, but a lot of fun and always calls when she has had too much to drink, wanting to come over - who am I to disappoint, especially when she is filthy
- Mrs Robinson: a new addition - very cute older lawyer I met in a bar last week - Day 2 on Sunday - watch this space!
- Not with yours: met on a dating evening run by a friend - very nice, but not my type. Or yours. Or anyone's really. I'm just being a pussy - went for dinner because she is genuinely interesting, but she is looking for love, and I haven't got round to telling her to stop texting me.
- The Friend: an ex-colleague who I have had a thing for since we met 3 years ago. We were always quite close, she changed jobs and we stayed in touch. Over the last two weeks it all of a sudden got physical. She is cute, frighteningly smart, but I just cannot read this girl. She seems to shut herself away and deliberately give no signals. Only just starting to decode what for her are blatant signals, to me go way over my head. She baled on me tonight - I actually really like this one - if it wasn't for Sydney... But maybe that's why it has got physical, the pressure is off. Hmm.
- FOF: Friend of a friend who lives in NY - I'm over there regularly, and she is always happy to oblige...
So I can't complain, but lets be honest, if I were less of a rAFC, I would ditch all but the Friend, enjoy that for what it is, and practice my game rather than taking the easy option. Besides, I'm knackered!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment