Decisions decisions - a confession

I guess by now, for those who are reading, you must be wondering whether I still saw the Swinger, despite my feelings for my Sydney Boy.

I didn't.  I couldn't.  How could I?  My heart belongs to my Sydney Boy, at least for now, and for however long this feeling lasts, whether that be for a week or a lifetime.

He makes me smile.  We talked for 4 hours on Skype the other night.  He asks some really good questions that really get to the core of who I am (not just the boring old, what do you like doing on the weekends etc), and we talk about a wide variety of topics, and often we'll be talking about "apples", and then suddenly we're talking about "cars" and I can never quite work out how we got from apples to cars.

So, it came to pass that I told him about losing my twins, and the domestic violence in that relationship.  I suppose I shouldn't have been too surprised that he was so understanding - he is just one of those people with such a gentle heart and soul.  I could see he was really actively listening by reflecting back what I was saying.  He showed empathy and understanding.  He said "that must have been really difficult for you - I can see it on your face and hear it in your voice".  He said "I can't imagine going through something so tough".  He said "I feel so proud that you are such a strong person to not only have gone through something so tough, but to be such a positive person today".  He asked how I managed to go through something like that and become so positive because a lot of people wouldn't be.  He asked if there was a particular point, something that helped me through it.  He asked if this had affected the way I trust others, and in particular men.  I answered openly and honestly.  I am relieved that my only baggage is out in the open.  I am glad that he took it so well.  I fell for him a little more when he reacted the way that he did.

When I was in Sydney, I mentioned that one of the things I want to do this year is feed the dolphins.  He said we ought to do it when he comes up for Easter.  I said that it would be an awesome idea.  He went home, looked up all the info, and booked accommodation right where we'll be feeding the dolphins.  Isn't he just awesome?

I got a couple of our Sydney photos printed through the week and put one in a frame by my bed, and another on my desk at work.  I love the way we look together.  In my honest and humble opinion, we make a great looking couple.  I look at the photos taken of us, and I think how gorgeous he is, and also how beautiful I look when I'm with him.  I've rarely been able to look at a photo of me and actually like it.  There are several that were taken when I was with him where I just look at the photo and think, WOW.  I love the way I look and feel when we're together, or when we're talking.

I'm such a lucky girl, and I only have 7 more sleeps til I can see him again.

My Sydney boy

Later, I told him that I was beginning to think he was never going to kiss me.  He tells me timing is everything.  I tend to agree.  Sure kissing me on the beach would have been good, but kissing me on the ferry, the way it happened... well it was pretty special.

When we got back to the city, we went to the Centrepoint Tower and got more pics together.  

Truly an amazing day.

Today, we met again in the city.  We spent the entire day from 11am until 4pm in the Botanic Gardens on the grass.  Just lying there, chatting occassionally, kissing, cuddling.  Thats all we did and yet it was amazing.  

Tomorrow we're going ice skating before I go back to the airport.  I'm a little nervous - I have to confess I've never done it before, and I'm usually not good at things like that so I'm sure to look very unco.  But I'll give it a go nonetheless...

I have fallen so hard and so quickly for him, I can't even begin to think of any of the other fish in my fish bowl.  In fact, I've already told a couple I won't be meeting them now.  I can't believe this.  This isn't me.  Those who know me know that this isn't normally me.  I'm torn about hooking up with the swinger now.  I really want to.  It was something I wanted to do before I met Sydney boy.  I am sure I'll regret not hooking up with him.  I think I'll see how I feel tomorrow and make the decision then.

I can feel myself falling so hard.  I can't find the brake.  I dont even know if I want to - I just want to enjoy this feeling while it lasts - it doesn't come nearly often enough.  So, I'll take it while I can get it, and hold onto it for as long as I can.  Because you just never know, when it might be gone.

Sydney boys and me

I met the Sydney Guy on Saturday.  There are so many things I want to say about him, and yet I dont know where to start.  Perhaps the start is a good place...

We met on Saturday night.  Some of you reading this would have received my text message with the riddle.  These were the clues about what he had planned for us on Saturday night.  Date one was Luna Park.  We had so much fun going on all the rides and got a couple of photos together.  He has the most gorgeous blue eyes.  I could look into them for ages without getting bored.  After Luna Park closed, we were walking back to the train station when fireworks started going off near the bridge.  Totally amazing being under the bridge with him beside me, watching the fireworks.  He jokingly tells me that this was organised for me ;) Once the fireworks finish, we catch the train back to Circular Quay and get ice cream and sit and chat with the Harbour Bridge and Opera House in front of us.  Amazing.  We get back on the train, and I get off at Town Hall to catch another train to get home.  I lean in for a hug, and get nothing really back.  I feel confused... how could I have misread the signs?

We'd organised to catch up Sunday during the day too.  Once again, he gave me clues on Saturday to guess where we'd be going.  I like this game.  I guessed right.  We met at Circular Quay and caught the ferry over to Manly.  This bit I like about meeting someone new.  The freshness of it.  The 'dancing' - you know where you take a step forward, but not quite all the way, and then step back, then they do the same. And you dance around each other, sussing each other out, working out where this might be going, what the boundaries are.  So many times on the sand we almost kissed.  So many times I thought "this is it - he's about to kiss me" and then nothing.  We got some amazing photos together yesterday.  If you're on my Facebook I'll probably post a few for you.  He's absolutely gorgeous and I'm sure you can see where this is going already.  We held each other on the sand, held hands on the way back to the ferry after lunch.  When we were on the beach, he said something to which I replied, "yes I thought about that this morning".  He said that he was a mind reader.  Our faces were so close, and I said "oh yeah? so what am I thinking now then?" and I thought for sure we were about to kiss.  I cannot describe that moment.  Its the moment you see in the movies.  Even as I write it all down, there just don't seem to be the words that describe it.

We got on the ferry back to the city.  He held me from behind as I stood at the rail.  We took more amazing photos - did I mention how gorgeous he is? And then suddenly, we're facing each other and I dont even remember what we were saying.  Our faces get closer and closer as we do the 'dance'.  He's looking at me, he's looking at me in the eyes as he speaks.  I contemplate looking away.  I am scared that if he keeps looking into my eyes he'll see just how much I want this, how much I want him and then suddenly our lips are almost touching and then they're touching and he's kissing me.  I kiss him back.

The kiss isn't like the Gruen's.  It doesn't make my body tingle everywhere.  But it takes my breath away.  Just not in the same way.  It doesn't touch me through my body but it touches me through every inch of my soul.  It's a kiss I want very very much.  Cupid has shot me with that bloody arrow!

Gruen

Not much to report on Gruen.  He's dying a slow death and you know what? I care very little.  So very little in fact, I can't even be bothered writing about him.  I've got an email drafted I was thinking about sending before I came to Sydney.  I think I'll edit and send it when I get back.

I can't be bothered with him anymore.  There are better things to focus my energy on.

The Swinger

I met the swinger for lunch before I came to Sydney last week.  To look at him, he looks just like any other IT geek.  You'd never guess that his weekends usually involve threesomes and swingers clubs, but mainly threesomes.

Looking at this man, I knew without any doubt at all, that if he approached me in a bar, or on the street, I'd shrug him of without a second thought.  He's not attractive, well at least not to me.  I never did go for the nerdy types.  My types are more masculine and tough and strong and broad.  And yet, after lunch, out the back of the restaurant, on the couches they have there, I found myself groping him, while his hands ran up my thigh under my dress... not all the way of course... a lady has to have *some* respect ;)

We organised to hook up tomorrow night when I get back.  I know a lot of you will frown upon me for even thinking about it, but, you know what? Damn it, its probably safer to hook up with a swinger because at least he's very particular about using protection.  I dont know how many guys I've meet over the years who have been so keen on getting me to NOT use protection who most of you would not have a problem with me hooking up with (in fact, there are a couple of you who would probably encourage me to hook up with them).  There's probably greater risk of catching something from these men than the swinger... And at least if the Swinger gets repeat business and is having sex every weekend, well he must be at least good at what he does, unlike some men...

I'm not sure now that I will hook up with the Swinger tomorrow night, but not for the reasons you think.  Stay tuned for my next blog.

Finally, I'll leave you with a quote I saw while shopping last week: "I'd take shopping over sex any day.  Anything that seems a bit small or disappointing when you get it home can easily be exchanged for something more satisfying"...

Confession

Some of you have asked why I bother with this internet dating gig now that we've figured out that most of the men on there are full of shit, after sex or just desperate (notice I said 'most' not all...).

Well, I have a confession to make.  I have an addiction; in fact I have several that I want to actually confess to.

Here goes…

I'm addicted to the thrill of the chase.  I find myself getting bored once I get comfortable in a relationship, or just after a few dates.  I find the sense of thrill and excitement quickly disappears.  Some of you have asked why I have bothered with Gruen, knowing he's full of shit.  This is why - its the thrill and excitement of catching him out.

I'm addicted to the butterflies I get in my stomach knowing that I am going to see a special someone in the early stages of getting to know them.  

I'm addicted to the yearning feeling when you first meet someone, and you're waiting for them to call or text, and then they do, and you get this feeling in your stomach of excitement ...

I'm addicted to the passion that I feel when I first have sex with someone, and if I'm really lucky sometimes its lasts a while, but it never stays (yet).

I'm addicted to the moment, just before the first kiss, when you know that this, this is the moment, when your lips are literally a millimetre away from each other, and you close your eyes, and as he kisses you, it just takes your breath away.

I'm addicted to the flirting that occurs when you're getting to know someone new.

I'm addicted to the feeling of falling asleep on a man's chest after having awesome sex.

Sometimes I worry that I am too addicted to these things…

That the spell has been broken from the days when my attention didn't wane after the first couple of weeks or months.

I worry that subconsciously I will not let myself be happy like that again…

That the initial novelty will wear off too quickly with every man that I meet hereon in. 

But, I know that one day I will meet someone,

       someone who the sense of thrill and excitement won't disappear with...

... Who will still give me butterflies in my stomach well after I've gotten to know them

                               And when this happens, my sense of passion won't wane...

... And nor will the flirting and banter.

And, I don't for a minute think that I will find Mr Right online (if he's as stubborn as I can be at times, I just know I'll be waiting a long time for him)... but a few Mr Right for Now's who will feed these 'addictions', well you know what?  I'd be happy with that... for now...

Fish Bowl update

I've been talking to a guy who works in security - a different one to the one I've spoken about in previous blogs - this could become confusing.  He works in Sydney but commutes back to Brisbane where his family are every couple of weeks.  Although he's not strictly a Sydney boy and is more of a security guard than a bouncer, for the sake of my stories, I'll refer to him as the Sydney Guy, just in case I meet the hot Brisbane security guy (who is getting back into bouncing).

Although I was tempted to exclude any man who works in the security field after my last disastrous relationship, I decided to give Sydney Guy a go.  He's 24, and because I know Miss L will want to know, he's a Virgo.  He's a hard worker too from what I can gather and has travelled a bit.

I'm glad I did.  We've done the whole webcam thing (with our clothes on of course!) and now we've done the Skype thing too.  We had a conversation on skype with video and he was actually quite animated and engaged.  it was great - we talked about a wide variety of topics and was pleasantly surprised to discover that we have similar views on politics (and I think he was secretly surprised to find out that I actually knew bits and pieces)!

Its odd the kinds of things that you notice and find attractive sometimes... Like, I felt drawn to Sydney Guy's mouth and in particular his teeth.  He has nice teeth.  And I like watching him when he smiles.  He has a nice smile.  I can't actually think of anything else about him other than his smile, and the way he talks - he has a nice voice.

We're meeting in Sydney so I'll have an update for you on him when I get back from Sydney.

Not much to report on the Western Front

Gruen has been emailing me, but won't speak on the phone, well until tonight anyway.  I'm determined to follow through with my plan but I'm also getting bored with this.  I actually wonder whether he's deliberately doing this so I'll walk away, although it doesnt seem to be his modus operandi.

The update is that he's going to court next week over the 'shit the ex is stirring'.  To be honest, I'm pretty impressed with the justice system in this country if they can process something like this so quickly, especially when you see in the news all the backlogs with the system.  You're going to love this story...  He says that his ex from four or five years ago, who he was with for three months or so had him charged for sexual assault, battery, theft and fraud.  He says that he was in court a couple of days ago and the magistrate chucked out the sexual assault and battery charges, but that he's gotta go back to court next week over the other two.  He said that this psycho ex gf has been stalking him and his family and mates and followed his mate for over 5 hours a few weeks ago and he now has a restraining order against her. 

He maintains that he's coming to Sydney with me and is organising accommodation.  What a prick to lead me on thinking he's going to look after the accommodation.  Its just lucky that I have someone I've organised to stay with (who I was planning to stay with anyway before Gruen invited himself).  Imagine what a difficult situation I could have potentially been in if I got down there to discover he wasn't coming and wasn't looking after accommodation.  Again, what a selfish prick.

The other thing I find odd is that whenever we're on the phone he always sounds like he's whispering.  Whats with that?

Anyway, there'll be a lack of updates over the next couple weeks as I'll be away for a wedding this weekend, and then fly to Sydney on Tuesday for a week.  I don't know how much internet access I'll have while I'm there - I'd hazard a guess to say not much...

Til then,
xoxox

Ponderings...

I can't help but feel a little disappointed with recent events.  Don't get me wrong, I am so damn glad that I followed through with this, despite my gut telling me that Gruen was full of shit.  I think in the end for me, it gives me some kind of satisfaction to be able to sit back and say "See! I knew I was right!!" than look back and always wonder whether I'd read too much into all of this, and dismissed a perfectly good guy.

But still, its disappointing because I had hoped I'd be wrong.  Even though I knew, logically and from experience that there was not even the slimmest of chances that I could be wrong, I had hoped I would be.  I liked the fantasy that he had created.  Because, lets face it, most girls dream of a man who will sweep them off their feet, and do all the things that the Gruen had promised to do.  He was definitely one for big promises, just not so good at actually following through on them.  It is true, I had hoped that the fantasy he had created would last just a little longer...  Is this so wrong?

Imagine that you're standing on a train track and down the line you see the lights of a train approaching you.  You keep screaming "Train!" at the top of your lungs as it gets closer and closer to you.  You know that the train is getting closer, and all the while, you can't help but stand there, waiting, just in the hope that maybe the train will stop, even though its just not possible for the train to stop... even just to see what exactly the train will do when it sees you on the tracks.  And yet, even though you saw the train coming, and you knew it was inevitable that it would eventually get to you, you can't help but be a little surprised when BAM! the train hits you.

Thats how I feel.  Surprised... and disappointed.

I said this at the start, and I'll say it again.  Perhaps the most sad thing of all is that I probably would have liked him for who he was, if only he had told the truth.  Hell, looking at all of my previous boyfriends you'd understand why.  He didn't have to make up the lies about the apartment in the city, about the cars, about the job, about living overseas, about the overseas travel, about the interstate travel, about any of it really.  All he ever had to be was himself.  All he had to ever do was let me see the real him and decide whether I wanted to be with him.  It was only fair after all - I only ever showed him the real me.

Why do these people do it? Fear of rejection? Lack of self esteem? Mental illness? All of the above?

Whatever it is, all I feel is pity, so much pity in fact that it makes me feel sick to my stomach.  And sure, there's a part of me who, deep down inside, feels compelled to 'rescue' him from this pity and gloom, but then I remember all of the other 'lost puppies' I've rescued over the years, and feel even more compelled to run as fast as I can in the opposite direction.

Just, of course, as soon as I take the revenge for all the less fortunate girls that he has duped along the way.  And yes, maybe even a little from me, for not being the one to prove cynical ol' me wrong.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

Gruen contacted me today, apologises for his behaviour last night and tells me that he has something to deal with that he took out on me even though I was not directly involved (or so he hoped).  Of course I've pretended to be in a state of confusion. 

He said that he is having problems with an ex and that he's going to the police with it.  Its for this reason he couldn't see me tonight because he'd be sorting that out.

He's so full of shit.  I think he's onto me, but I'm hoping that if I play dumb for long enough I may just lure him into a false sense of security and then serve my revenge cold, the very best kind according to the philosophers.

So, just like a lioness sits in the grass and awaits her pray, I too, will sit and wait and hope that he's stupid enough to come back for more.  I just hope he loves conning me as much as I think he does...

This way, I may even come up with an even more devious plan to hit him where it hurts.  I know that this won't change anything - he will still do this to other women long after he's forgotten my name, but maybe, just maybe, he'll be a little wounded... and of course, I just wanna see a little karma dished out to him...

While I wait, there are plenty of other fish in my little fish bowl that I can play with...

Hell hath no fury...

I might have said it here, or I might have said it on FB, or maybe I just verbally said to someone, that if you give them enough rope, they'll hang themself.  Tonight, Gruen effecively hung himself. 

How did he do this you ask? He added my friend, Miss B on the website and started talking to her.  Now, as it turns out, she happens to know someone who was conned by Gruen.  And this person knows someone else who was also conned by him too.

So all four of us girls had a huge chat on MSN and compared stories.  Turns out, he's told the same stories to them, or similar ones, although I didn't get the "I have cancer" or the "my grandmother died" sob stories perhaps he was saving those little gems up for a rainy day.  He's apparently never been overseas.  In fact, he's apparently currently been convicted on fraud charges - anyone know how to confirm if this is true? Surely its a matter of public record...  And apparently he's dated several women at once (although he did tell me this himself).  He also apparently does not even have a car, and they're not even sure whether he even has a license.  And, as I suspected, there is no apartment in the city, and he is dead broke. 

It sounds as though I was lucky to be suspicious of him.  As the saying goes, "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you".  He's really screwed over some really great chicks, and that makes me angry.  One chick lost $170 to him, although as we both figure, sounds like it was $170 worth spending to get rid of him.  One of them knows his parents so called them up and told them he was on the website duping more women. 

Next thing I know, he's deleted or suspended his account, and he sends me a text message saying "your funny" (yes spelt incorrectly too - that was another thing thats bothered me)...  I feigned ignorance because I have an evil plan.  He originally said to leave him alone, but when I replied saying I was confused because only an hour previously he wanted to make a go of us as a relationship (this was all part of my plan).  He said he'll talk to me tomorrow.  I hope so.  I have an evil plan of revenge to enact tomorrow night if he'll meet me tomorrow night.

Its such a pity too - he is such a good kisser.  As I said in previous posts, when he kisses me, I can feel it all through my body, it takes my breath away.  Perhaps that in itself, is the greatest disappointment.

The Life Coach

has added me on Facebook... I accepted him and put him on Limited Profile so he cant see anything.  I wanted to do the Facebook trawl through photos...

And boy does that man make we wanna do bad things...

Hell hath no fury...

Stay tuned people...

Developing story about Gruen is on its way...

The gut is always right, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it...

The Muso

just called me from his home phone.  He's out of credit hence the no reply.

And yes, he's still very interested, and I feel bad because I totally just blew him off (and not in the way that men like to be, well blown...)

I'm a busy woman, and with the wedding this weekend my time this week is limited.

The Life Coach

Has cancelled tonight, as he's apparently gotten home to a mess with a new house mate.  We're rescheduling.

Three men in one weekend

Let me introduce you to "The Muso", the blue fish in the fishbowl.  The Muso is 33 and lives at Toowong.  He plays guitar in a band.  We have great conversations, deep and meaningfuls that he once referred to as a "mindfuck".  Of course I thought he was meaning that I was messing with his head in a bad way by sending mixed signals but he clarified for me that it was a good thing, and more like we were having sex with our minds and not our bodies... yes, I thought it was a little cliche too...

We caught up for a drink after work on Friday and I was somewhat disappointed to discover that, from my perspective, there just wasn't the chemistry in person that there was online.  We had a good chat none the less, and he did come back to my place, but we didn't do anything (I'm getting much better at the sleeping-in-the-same-bed-and-not-doing-anything thing lately..).  I got the impression that perhaps he had a different view about the chemistry between us, but given I haven't heard from him yet which is a little unusual for him, perhaps I got it wrong.  I'll wait and see.

Last night, the X Factor came over.  He brought some movies over but we ended up having a D&M instead and didn't end up seeing anything.  He is such a great listener.  When I talk to him, I really feel like he is listening to what I'm saying.  And, I've said this once before, but I'll say it again, he's really good to sleep beside.  He just holds me the entire night.  We slept in this morning which was nice, and then went and had brunch at Mt Ommaney.  I probably won't see him again now for a couple of weeks because I've got so much on.  He smells soooo nice, and as I write this, I can still smell him, even though he's been gone for a couple hours.  It's the one thing I both love and hate about the way some men smell.  When they're here I just can't get enough of them, and when they leave, their scent lingers and makes me long for them.

And, finally, let me introduce you to another fish who I'll be adding to my little fish tank... "The Life Coach". The Life Coach is 29, and has a degree in psychology.  He has also studied NLP and has his own business in life coaching.  Of course, I had to google NLP to find out exactly what it is... and lucky I did because I realised very quickly that he was using NLP techniques on me!! What a mind fuck, as the Muso referred to it...  It feels like such a challenge, and definitely good sport.

He's been in Port Mac for a few days on holidays and he came back this afternoon.  We might be going to the movies tonight at South Bank if he's not too tired.  He's going to let me know.

So, can I do it? Fit three men into one weekend? I would like to think I can...

And the plot thickens Part 3

Gruen and I had our first arguments yesterday.  On that basis alone, I've decided to walk away.  This is why...

On Monday when we caught up, Gruen asked if I would go out to dinner with him tonight, on the Gold Coast with clients of his.  The suggestion from him was that I would stay at his apartment that night.

It was of course, of little surprise then, that he started to set it up yesterday so that he'd bail on me again.  By email yesterday morning, he said that he had to be at the airport by 3pm to catch a flight to Auckland but that he'd be back, ideally, by lunch time.

He then emails me after 4pm saying that he wasn't able to make that flight and that he'd probably fly later that night.  I replied and asked whether this meant I should make other plans because surely he wouldnt make it to NZ, meet with people, and get back to Brisbane by this afternoon...

He got really defensive and shitty (and in some respect, probably because he felt as though he was being criticised, which, well, he was...) and replied to my email and just told me to do what I want.  It was clear from the email he was annoyed.  I sent him an email before I left work to say I'd be somewhere at 6.30 but that he could call or text me before then.  He messaged me while I was on the train to say I hoped I had a good day.  When I asked if he was shitty at me, he replied with a really cranky message.  Complete over reaction to the situation.  Of course I responded with what I think was a reasonable response about how it makes me feel when he cancels on me.  It was still clear he was annoyed so I left it.

At 5.45 he said he was catching the plane in an hour.  This checks out with the flight timetables.

He then texts me at 9.15pm last night to say he was in Auckland.  I asked him to get me a postcard from the airport... Figured this was a sure fire way of getting evidence, if he brought one back with him.  He wants me to call him because it'll be cheaper for me to call him while he's there.  I told him I had to go out because I was meeting Miss L and Miss S for coffee, to which he gets really upset that I've made these plans and that he has made time for me, and gone straight back to the hotel instead of going for after dinner drinks.

So, he leaves Brisbane at 6.45pm, on a 3 hour flight, and manages to get dinner and text me by 9.15pm?  Does this seem suss to you?

Anyway he gets all upset YET AGAIN.  Somewhere in all of that, he says that he's tired and feels like he's burning his fuse at both ends.  I can't help but think this is nothing more than an excuse for bad behaviour.

I give up on him, go out for coffee, and then come back and end up talking to the Blue Fish til 3am this morning (Blog to come about this).

I sent him a text message when I got home saying I didnt end up making plans with anyone so if he does get back in time for dinner tonight, let me know.  No reply.

He sent a blind copy email to me this morning asking for anyone in Auckland to get in touch with him for lunch.  This email was sent at 8.14amAEST.  That would make it 11.14am Auckland time and he's only just sending an email about lunch? And he was meant to be back by lunchtime here anyway? What the?

I didnt get a reply from him to my text message, til about 5.30pm this afternoon when he tells me that he's just landed but then says he's on the Gold Coast Highway at Robina and going for dinner with the clients... Seems a bit odd that he's JUST landed but yet he's at Robina already... why would he wait til Robina to text me? He then tells me that he moved dinner to 6pm seems I wasn't going anymore. And then he gets shitty because he says he didn't get my message last night, and implies this is my fault.

I dont know, it all just seems like one huge lie after another, and as someone said to me today, it really doesn't matter whether he is telling the truth or not, I dont trust him and thats the most important thing.  After his little temper spits over the past two days, I really am even less than impressed, and less inclined than ever to even want to do anymore detective work into this.  I really think I'll be telling him next time I see him that he cannot commit to more than 1 night a week to see me and all other times he can't see me and that I do at times have difficulty believing some of the things he says that just don't add up.

I was all for working out the mystery before, but not when he's going to crack little tanties like this over stupid stuff.  I wasted 6 months of my life waiting for someone while they finished their thesis, only to find out that the thesis wasn't the problem, it was them.  Even giving him the benefit of the doubt that he is telling the truth, I've still got to wait another 5 or so weeks til he supposedly finishes the role he's currently doing.  Why would I wait that long only to find out once again, that work wasn't the problem, it was actually Gruen all along...?

And, I want to clear the decks for the Blue Fish... If I get time tomorrow night, I'll give you the low down on him.

Til then,
X

The Plot Thickens Part 2

Following his 'illness' on Sunday preventing me from staying at his apartment, I was not surprised on Monday when he kept to our original plans of hanging out on Monday night because there was no threat of me staying over.

He tells me that he's got to go overseas next week to London, LA and New Zealand but assures me that he will be back in time to come to a wedding with me on Saturday.  Sure, I guess its possible for him to visit all three countries in five days, but how he wouldn't be jetlagged on Saturday seems a little hard to believe don't you think?

Anyway, this aside, we did have a great time, once again on Monday night, and I really think that its only when he talks about his job that my bullshit radar goes into alert - but the mystery remains... why lie about his job?  Either he's a pathalogical liar, or he's insecure and thinks that this is the only way women will be interested in him or he doesn't have one at all...

And the plot thickens... Part 1

Last week, Gruen suggested we go to GOMA on Sunday afternoon and after that, we'd spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out, have dinner together and then I'd stay at his apartment for the night.

On Saturday, I received a text message from him saying that he had a headache and a temperature.  Next thing I know, he's apparently at the doctor getting antibiotics.  When I joked, "you're not a hypochondriac are you?" to which he replied that he was going to get something to knock it on its head before it got too bad because he wouldn't have time this week to be sick, or to go to the doctor. 

I had a feeling he was setting the scene to cancel on me on Sunday and I was once again proven right when I was woken by a text message at 8am Sunday morning saying that he'd been vomiting all night and had diarrhea.  He said he'd go back to bed and hopefully by the afternoon he'd feel well enough to see me, to which I replied he'd be better off getting better - lets face it, if he was lying, there was no way he was ever going to see me, and if he wasn't lying, having just gotten over a cold, I didnt want to catch a bug too!

Then he messages me Sunday arvo to say that he is at the hospital and on a drip from dehydration.  I find that bit difficult to believe.

I've got to run, but when I have time I'll write more about what has happened since then.  And I'll blog about this blue fish I added to the bowl.
xxx

New fish added to the bowl

I've added another fish to the bowl - will blog about him another night when I have more time.

And there's a Gruen update on the way - might wait til Thursday night for that one.