The 6th Grade Hottie saga continues but in the mean time, there were some other boys on the cards. There were ALWAYS other boys on the cards. I wasn't an eggs in one basket kind of girl (the pride takes less of a battering when one stops writing back if you have another 3 vying for your attention. Fact.)
Also on the cards:
Luke - a 28 year old engineer working as an insurance broker. I should have known then that just meant an inner nerd who had discovered he was hot at some point in his early 20's and begun working it to his advantage and loving it. And then the career change to insurance broker? That says it all. Slimy, sleazy and wielding an inflated ego with some serious insecurity behind it all. If only I'd know that at the time, sigh. But this is where I learn my lessons. If Awful Boyfriend #1 didn't teach me enough, these little liaisons reinforce the idea. When I like a boy, I can convince myself of anything. C'mon. When I like the attention I'm getting, I can convince myself of anything! I'm a hopeless case. When it comes to boys, my judgement is fatally flawed.
I met Luke on a girls night out at Zhivagos in town. It must have been a great night because I don't even remember meeting him but a few months later, whilst out again, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I rarely ever answer but I was out and feeling brave so I answered and he told me he'd met me at Zhivagos. I said I hadn't been to Zhivagos in aaaaaaaaaaages so I had no idea who I was speaking to or why (Zhivagos was not a fave of mine. Way too mellow when you want to be out dancing with your ladies). Eventually he managed to convince me that I had met him on my last trip to Zhivagos, which was literally months ago, and I was so offended it had taken him so long to call, I (and the 6 vodka sodas I'd consumed) said "Are you hot?! Because if you're not, I'm hanging up". He said he was hot. I told him to prove it and send me a photo. And hung up.
I continued my night and realised by the time I got home that there was no photo. Oh well. Until my phone lit up with a text. It was him. Telling me to add him on facebook because his phone wouldn't take a photo. So I added him and waited for him to accept. When he did I stalked his profile photos and a couple of random photos (because everyone knows people use their best photos for their profile photos)....well, well, well. The kid was right. He WAS hot. Phone lit up..."You run a tight ship. I'm impressed. When can I take you for a long walk on the beach and teach you how to skim rocks?"...and so it began. His dorky hilarity seemed cool to me. I thought you had to be a pretty awesome guy to feel comfortable with that level of ridiculousness. I should have known he was just a dork haha.
Long story short, we dated for the few months leading up to Christmas. Until he got intimidated by my over-the-top lifestyle and countless photos with other boys on facebook on nights out etc etc and ended it saying he was looking for something serious and he just didn't think that was with me. This was my first reality check. That I had officially become "not that girl" when all my life I had been the boring, monogamous relationship girl who would ditch her friends to stay at home with her boy....oh well. This was me right now. And while I wasn't running around, sleeping around and making a fool of myself, what I was doing was fine. So what if I missed my chance with someone I really connected with and could laugh with like I've never laughed before. He was gorgeous, funny and our chemistry was unreal. Our conversations flowed and it was like spending time with some of my best friends where anything and everything you say is hilarious and you spend hours in tears of laughter and coming up with the next funny quip, keeping each other in stitches. I'd never had that with a boy before. Maybe it was time to make a change? Maybe it was time to take a chance and put all my eggs in the one basket? But I couldn't do anything about it now.
Until....a few months later, he came back. I was very hesitant. I didn't trust him. As soon as we had slept together (and I didn't sleep with anyone. EVER) he had lost interest and ended things. I don't care what he said. That is the way I saw it. But first it started with the funny emails to make me giggle at work, and the funny texts, and then the lunch dates...you'll find out how this saga turned out over the next few blogs :)
Mick - 24 and gorgeous. Thought he was The One for a while...hahaha. Another story for another day. But long story short, I had met him at the Havelock one night when I had been perving on his friend all night and bumped into him by accident and, never one to be opportunistic I didn't change my mind and flirt with Mick instead but took the opportunity to openly tell him I thought his friend was hot and gave him my number to give to his friend and promptly left haha (gutless!). He messaged me a week or so later and told me he was the guy from the Havvie and as I had expected it to be the mate a text conversation ensued from days on completely false pretences! Eventually the conversation came to a point where I wasn't sure who I was talking to anymore so I asked his full name and stalked him on facebook. I didn't know what he had looked like (clearly overcome by vodka sodas again!) but I found a photo of him and his friend from that night and couldn't believe my luck! I wasn't talking to the friend but the guy I HAD spoken to was about one billion times hotter! I mean this guy was incredible! IN-CRED-I-BLE!! So more texting and laughing and carrying on ensued until we met up the following week when he invited me and my friend to a house party but I put it off because I was having too much fun in town and when I finally arrived it was just him and his friend left. I was nervous! This guy was so amazing. Absolutely gorgeous and so....well, nice! I wasn't used to it! So I decided to have a few shots of the jagermeister I had brought (being the gracious house guest). So Mick and I had a few shots and spent the night wrapped up in conversation and drunk giggles together until we fell asleep. Very cute. And completely innocent. And he was still interested after! Now, THIS is my kind of boy.
Back to 6th...
And this is where the Carrie Mail begins!
The whole point of writing this blog. At the time I was working for an inner city law firm (top tier). And my office was right next to the marketing department where two of the loveliest marketing execs sat. A little bit older than me (in their 30's) and living vicariously through me. I always came in on a Monday morning and entertained them with my stories to the point where I started jotting it into an email and sending it off to them. One of them told me I was Adelaide's very own Carrie Bradshaw, with my entertaining recounts. And that's where Carrie Mail was born.
From now on my blogs with be direct copies of my archived emails to my gorgeous, gorgeous marketing mates.
Starting with 5 February 2010:
"From: xxxxx, xxxxxxx [mailto:xxxxxxxx.xxxxxxx@xxxxxxxxxxx.com.au]
Sent: Friday, 5 February 2010 9:39 AM
To: 'xxxxxxx'; xxxxxxx
Subject: CARRIE MAIL
Well forgive me if I forget things between updates – too much to remember!! LOL
But in a nutshell:
6th grade hottie – we were supposed to catch up earlier this week and watch a movie and have a sleepover.....cue hyperventilation and paranoia from me regarding the “should I/shouldn’t I” thing. Anyway the day came and I had decided to cancel and that night he sent me a message saying he couldn’t do tonight because he was on his way back to the Riverland because his Poppa had taken a turn for the worse with his cancer. He died in the early hours of the morning = ( I messaged him to say how sorry I was to hear about his Poppa and that I was thinking of him and his family and he said “thanks hun x”...presumably he will be in the Riverland all weekend. I will see him when he gets back, consoling sad boys is my specialty. This might bring us closer. This is actually where I want this stint with 6th grade hottie going. I want there to be actual feeling there (not necessarily falling in love with me but I want there to be a genuine care and friendship there before I take things any further). I just know what he’s like and he churns through the girls and I’m not comfortable with being treated like that. My friends think he actually likes me already because this has been going on for MONTHS but I’m not convinced. We’ll see.
Luke – bah! He’s still around!! LOL I have established that he is a terrible guy and would make an even worse boyfriend so I was keeping him around for entertainment purposes ONLY (he’s fun to flirt with and hang out with) but we have spoken, emailed and lunch-dated a lot this week and......I feel myself feeling less hesitant towards him again!!!!!!! ARGH!! What is wrong with me!! LOL no, absolutely no way will anything happen between us again....unless he does something massive to prove himself to me. I just don’t trust him not to break my heart. He’s the male version of me! As soon as he gets me he will realise he doesn’t want me and/or a relationship anymore! It’s the thrill of the chase....although he does ALWAYS speak of settling down.....he’s confusing. Which is why I like where I’m at now, I don’t care so I don’t even query what it is that he wants from me anymore. Will keep you updated.
The one I really like!!! Mick!! Text messages were exchanged for months, I didn’t really care because I couldn’t remember what he looked like but I remembered I was more interested in his friend. Long story short we caught up (finally!) a few weeks ago, had so much fun together all weekend, had an incident with his friend writing something gross on my facebook wall logged in as Mick and I got angry at him and he freaked out and apologised and called and messaged for two days....then moved to Melbourne on the Monday = ( boooo! Devastated. This one was actually a nice one. And ridiculously good looking! RIDICULOUSLY!! Photo attached (he’s the shirtless one...what is it with me and shirtless boys?!?! Haha ok we know what it is! Lol)
And that’s the main players at the moment. There are a few 12th men or less prominent players in the game at the mo but nothing worth mentioning.
OH hang on!!!!!!!!!!!!! Guess who facebook messaged me his number and wants to see me next week when the Aussie’s are back in Adelaide??? xxxxxx!! Australia’s newest bowler (cricket). The one who’s friend gave me a fake name at Marble Bar because he has a gf back in Melb and tried to hook up with me. Alarm bells should be ringing....but its xxxxx...he seems pretty nice on facebook.....no harm in me and my girlfriends meeting up with them when they’re out....great way to show off anyway!! haha but that is the extent of my famous ties at the moment. Sad isn’t it haha!
Hope you and your main men are doing fabulously!!!
xoxoxoxooxoxox"
