Ghost Busters

Last night was interesting.. Galavanted around the country side. Took my Gal to see her Gfolk in hospital. In Murdoch. Then to Cannington to get money out. Then to whoop whoop land to meet a boy. And what a Boy he was.. 2nd date is tomorrow.. We ran out of time to talk. We have more in common than most people I know and the same crazy sense of humour that others don’t get.

For example, it made me create my own MLIA, lame I know but I’m getting better..

~~Last Night, I went on a date with a guy. I was explaining how I vacuumed up spider webs whilst singing Ghost Busters after reading it on MLIA. He got excited and proceeded to lift up his shirt, displaying an authentic Ghost Busters belt. Second date? I think so. MLIA~~

So yeh, not getting all giddy or excited about it or anything. We shared a nice kiss. I don’t judge people often, but I do by how they kiss.  And he Kisses good, and has messaged me about a million times today. I’m not complaining. And I’m also not going to write anymore about it on here. I’ll Jinxed it. And tomorrow I’m meeting his pet sheep. Excited much?

Boys Boys Boys

I love the way life works. I decided to listen to my earlier lesson, and not bother contacting anyone. I only need me and time for myself. I went to sleep. At 3.30 in the spring afternoon, and snuggled into my body pillow, wrapping it around me and hugging me warm. I had many calls/texts/notifications. And this is why I love the way life works, I did not hear nor stir for any of these noises. Except for two. One at 5pm, from D. He had gotten credit just to call me. We laughed and joked, made plans for tomorrow and shared mutual affection of our love of music and ambitions to go to Big Day Out. He invited me to go with him. Awww.

The Second was from.. umm.. what can I call him*, I know He’s been mentioned prior. A dear lad I have had a crush on for, gosh, a while actually. But never ever and still haven’t acted on it. We are friends through friends, have known eachother about two years, and after I developed little bits of excitement when around said lad, I discover he has also now become one of Evils* close friends. Well he had, until he started coming to visit me every week or so for beers and a catchup. He came around tonight, he bought a friend thank god, tension would have been intense. I couldn’t let him stay longer than 20 minutes as My Gal had already cracked the shits upon coming home tonight to guests.

My phone gets disconnected tomorrow. I have a new number. So many ppl aren’t getting it. Then hopefully I get a job overseas, and most will never hear from me again. This thought alone feels me with rush and release. I’m not running away. I’m growing up. Cutting the threads of habit that tie me to the souls that drag me down. I will be fine. I will return in 5 years for a visit. To see my siblings who some would be adults by then. To see my Family who some would be dead by then. I shall return sophisticated but still Daggy me,  Grown up whilst still mischevious, Well presented but still unfashionly . With a few houses under my belt, A rewarding and executive career and a charming Husband. The first of Two anyway. I can’t change that way about me Hopefully he will be what I’ve wanted since I was 5 and fascinated with the combination of dialects in languages. A French Canadian. Not rude unlike the French, but a Canadian who can ravish me in the cool of the night with words of Latin like,  poetry.

So tomorrow night, a date over Pints with D, Thursday night Fisherman is taking me out for dinner. God Bless 6am starts and 8am flights. Not. I am not tired despite having to arise in 5 hours. perhaps I should not have slept, oh wait, there’s a yawn. I love my life. I love medication for making me love life. If I forget to take it, I am pounded by headaches, aches, sadness, anger, tears, fears and a complete fucked up way of thinking. Back to my known reality I suppose. And when I take it again, I vomit for hours, am dizzy and cloudy, until the next day, when everyday just gets better and better, so good, i get so happy i forget to take it and the cycle starts all over. I must refill my script before I fly out. And perhaps get the pill if I plan on having sex again.

UPDATE: Just as I pressed Publish on this post, Fisherman text to say he just got credit to talk to me.  I’m glad I’m helping Telstra make lots of money out of recharge cards for me.

Choices

Choice B

He writes and reads poetry to me.
Protects me from the road edge as we walk.
Laughs deep and strong.
Gazes at me intently.
Calls me wonderful names.
Treats me like a princess.
Brushes the hair from my eyes when I speak.
Has Dry humour and wit
Clasps my face and lower back as we kiss.
Wants to make our time special.
Kisses with sensual passion.
Speaks with amazing agility and softness.
Tickles my neck.
Has an awesome taste in music.
Is writing his own cookbook.
Holds me within his arms, and strokes my skin for hours whilst kissing me gently on the forehead every few minutes as I sleep.
Was happy to spend the night fully clothed whilst I stayed in my pj’s.
Is worried I don’t want to see him again.
Reaches for my hand as I drive.
Used to be a candy raver.
Wants to open his own restaurant.

“Good morning beautiful, how are you? I had a great sleep, laced with dreams of you. Are you feeling rejuvenated? I dont need an invitation 2 get you naked and pleasure you, long slow and hard. But a gentleman shouldnt say that… It will be great 2 have the place 2 myself. You can come 4 a sleep over, we can have a pillow fight and popcorn! See you for our Second amazing date soon beautiful Woman xo”

 

Choice A 

 Wants things to be special.
Calls me a few times a day to talk.
Travels far to visit me as often as he can.
Makes me laugh constantly.
We never run out of things to talk about.
Runs me warm baths.
Tucks me back into bed after he makes me breakfast.
Loves to cuddle.
Touches me when he talks to me.
Loves to have long showers with me.
Hugs me all the time.
Encourages me to have goals.
Helps me be honest.
Is honest with me.
Is scared of losing me.
Makes plans for next year with me.
Organises outings, holidays and weekends away.
Holds me tender when we kiss.
Gives me little momento’s.
Able to communicate everything.
Gets on with my friends.
Lets me pick any movie..
Calls me Princess and treats me like one.
Kisses my forehead as often as he can.
Is in my dreams when I sleep.
Has never been in love before.
Wants be a paramedic.

 ”This is a little scary for me so im taking the chicken way and txting u, but i would like to tell u that im developing feelings for well above just a friend, just i thought id tell u and see how u felt, i just dont want some other guy snapping u up with im away. But dont get me wrong im totaly happy the way things are just thought id let u know,xo”

The Dancer..

He asked me to dance with him. He was amazing. We danced and laughed for about two hours. Then I left and he asked for my number. Memories make me smile. I am going to keep them. These are just some of the kind words at the moment, from one.

~It was great 2 meet you! I was nervous that i wouldnt hear from you, but i would like 2 see you again 4 a drink or coffee if your interested? xo

~I said 2 much ms beccy, enjoy your night and, sweetdreams beautiful xox

~I just have fun dancing, 2 much fun. When we catch up, il give you a private dance   You have a very sexy and delicious neck if were talking about sexy, i could go on but we only just met

~I am single, 24 and an aries. Well i better find out if your single before i send any naughty messages

~When the wind whispers through the softly falling rain, all that will be heard is a distant call, becky, becky, and a sense of longing….

~To walk, to run. Each one holds its creed, the need to savour, a look, a kiss. To run into the unknown, with our hands held, fearless, our ways are the same… I know this is cliche, but i never! say it. You have amazing eyes,just captivating. x

~Each day between now and sunday will get better and better, and do you know why? Il be seeing you again . Have a wonderful day xo

~ Hey Darlin, Happy Thursday The First step leads to a journey of discovery, the last leaves you with a sense of knowing…

~Goodmorning Beautiful, How are you? Have a great day and I’ll see u soon xo

Black Dressing Gown = Hugh Hefner

It’s Tuesday Morning. I should be hungover. But I’m not. I have the day off today, I am sober and awake before noon. What is going on? I am relaxed and content to the core of my soul. Calmness washes through me with every breath I take. Contemptment fills my being and slow motion distracts my vision.

I moved house. Five of my close friends built it from scratch for me. Caught me unaware, and spent two days on their hands and knee’s, labouring away to build a magnificient house for me to inhabit..

It is a mansion, There is not enough items to fill such space. No dust, dog hair, grease, messiness. None anywhere.I have a new bed. King Size. I have decorated my room with harmonious colours and things I like. I have a place for everything, and not enough clothes to fill the draws. I threw out 70% of my wardrobe. Clothes I have been carrying around, collecting since I first left home at 13.  There was so many, I am bound to see someone in my area wearing them after buying them for $1 from the thrift shops.

I have a housemate. It is awesome. The Chef bought us chinese for dinner last night and left shortly after. Not even a kiss required? He is sweet.

My Girl and I were snuggled in our pj’s, in front of the warmth, bellies full and giggling. Then we decided to go out. Showered, hair, clothes, multiple attempts at clothing arrangements. We hailed a cab and with the snap of a finger, we were gals on the way out.. Our taxi driver had us in stitches. His name was Chico, he went 80kms over speed bumps and gave us his card to be at our service next time we head out.

I’m even going to attempt to describe how much we drunk. In quick succession..  A boy found me. After 2 hrs I finally accepted his number. He danced in a way i haven’t seen since I was mesmorised on the GoldCoast by the touch of the Turkish. I think I fell in love with a dancer. But alas, as soon as his number was programmed into the personal extension of my body (aka Blackberry), I hailed a cab and left my Gal to boogie up the floor.

I was awoken to my girl jumping on my bed after the shock to find I was actually alone. (No, I did not take anyone home – I could see double) She found Richie Rich in hers. To me he looks like a sexy goddess surfer dude. But it is dark in there when I go in to talk to him. I blew a foghorn into the room before, to enhance the giggles of us Gals. We’re not sure when we’re going to kick him out. They haven’t even had sex! He is a backpacker and we feel sorry for him, so he can sleep in a proper bed for the day while the Gal and I think of horrible things to do to him. We were going to put sleeping pills in his water and then pose him positions and take photos.. But he thinks we are pure evil and refuses to drink anything from us anyway.

**Shower Break**

I actually just had a conversation with him. My God he is stunning!! He sounds exactly like my film director I met on Friday. (Whos number and email I lost that night)

My Tummy is in pain and I thinks cuz its been so long since I’ve had sex. well u know, not that long, but long for a some people.

Just spoke to my Gals Rich backpaker again. He suggested an Orgy. I’m not talking to him anymore. My gal just ordered him to get up and cook us breakfast. and be quick. We have things to do.

Clubbing

Another night of mayhem.. I haven’t got much sleep the past week. My nights are filled with friends sitting on the rug in front of my laughable excuse as a heater. Exchanging the meanings of life, laughing till we hurt and falling asleep in various locations on the couches. Every night. It is great, I love my friends. Truly and honestly. It would be a very dangerous way to live without friends. No one to set you straight in your thoughts, calm your frustration and fears, listen to your views and offer advice. And it works both ways in true friendships. I really can’t imagine a life without that kind of bond.

Last night was busy. I took 3 hours to get ready, only because I took my time, hung out with the dog, made up songs and sung them to her. Watched tv inbetween, answered and made numerous calls to friends.

Then I attended the muskiness comfort of the pub. The animated conversations, the catchup of past days, the playfighting over pool, the fact by the time u walk from the door to the bar, your drink is poured and waiting. Knowing everysingle face, sharing the same old jokes when you say hi. “Where have you been all my life?” “How are you? – All the better for seeing you”, the kisses on the cheeks, the nods from the elders, the sign language to the deaf, the hum of the jukebox, the sound of the horse racing and the click of a pool ball every twenty seconds.. It comforting.

I stayed for one pint, I met the random. Turns out he was cute, but i was far too busy to stay and chat. I drove south, I saw the Chef, he came back from the sub. I saw him for less than an hour, quick catchup to say hello and a bear hug upon my departure. Had a Malibu home made from the touch of ones hand. I drove east, picked up a friend on the hunt for the raw flesh of men and to provide with the delights of the evening. Shared a glass of wine in a single gulp. Felt it roll down my throat and ooze its way to my funny nerve endings. The ones that provide a smile of self confidence all night. We picked up my bestie, also on the hunt. The sailors were in town. Turns out the locals and other international visitors were far more entertaining.

I ran into the blind date. God I forgot how hot he is. I couldn’t stay and chat, I had dancing to do. Met a guy with the most fierce blue eyes I am yet to come across. Blazen across the smooth features of his face and complimenting the dilectable body i felt as he held me close when we danced. He was from London, filming an advert for American TV and got driven around in a limo. He was hot. But I left.

The rest of the night was filled like that.. moments of utter bliss and happiness.. I have never been so relaxed, confident, chilled, social and happy. My arm is now covered in the reminants of stamps from various locations. My mouth raw from kisses and my brain muddled with memories. I only had 4 drinks over the course of my 5 hour partying. I was too busy to even drink!

Now I rest, obligated to relax,  feel the waves of the chemicals in my body retain themselves and slot into where they belong.

Blind ‘Hang out’

So.. I went on a date. A blind date. Well actually no, it wasn’t a date. I made that clear. It was a chance to make a new friend. We called it a ‘hangout’.

It involved two pints of beer and three games of pool. Two of which I won by default. Fuck I suck big time at playing pool. You think I would have gotten better after playing it every week for 2.5 years. But no, I suck. But it’s a good ice-breaker anyway. Both laughing at my stumbling ability to aim correctly. My squeals of delight if I got a fluke.

He was charming and funny. Someone I could definitely have as a friend.

Although the main topic of our conversation was mutual acquaintance we share. I work with her, he knows her. He called her weird. I made the mistake of asking why. He told me: He fucked her and she kept screaming out her ex-boyfriends name. Weird indeed.

He wanted me to stay, but I had places I needed to go to. We shared a lingering kiss on the cheek. He wants to see me again. I promptly reminded him both our intentions were to ‘hang out’ only. Friends only. Not friends with benefits (although he is so sweet I’m sure this thought would never have crossed his mind as it did mine) and the looks? Well damn. Where has he been hiding? Oh, the mines, that’s right.

I have agreed to show him some sites of Perth upon his next visit home. Any ideas?