27/02/07
Don't you know it's going to be alright. -
Categories: Another busy week, I really did mean to get on here every day and write up a little bit every day, but you know, in the words of Ferris Bueller; "life moves fast".
Everything changes so fast and moves on and moves up and you've just got to be prepared for it.
What I'm going to do is one post for each day, otherwise you end up with a 8,000 word thesis on my week.
Last wednesday I was off out to watch Hot Fuzz with some new friends, we had a great time, firstly going to Pizza express and just talking about stuff, well except for one of the women I met up with saying "you don't look anything like your photo on Gaydar" now I know I look hot on that picture, so that was a bit annoying. We ended up all sharing stories of messed up conquests lost loves and the general embarrassment of daily life. I'll not divulge theirs here but I was saying about a couple of months ago when I'd been seeing a really lovely girl and I just wasn't ready for a relationship, so I went over to hers one Friday night whilst I dropped my friends off in town. I didn't know how it would go, but I suspected tears and me leaving within a few minutes. That didn't happen, we chatted and got on well especially now that the pressure ofr the potential of a relationship and possibly some sexual activity was out of the way.
A few hours later my Ex phoned, I'd dropped her off in town with some friends. Now she's got a really strong Northern Ireland Accent, she's from Co. Down, now some people think that's a harsh and scary accent, but when she used to talk it was like an angel touching me where I pee from. Unfortunately she has no volume control, and you know what it's like when you're listening on your mobile and you're sure that everyone in the room can hear you? Co. Down, like the syndrome.
The room was silent except for me on one side of a mobile phone conversation trying not to say anything incriminating, and her gabbing her mouth off "So have you dumped her yet?" I could feel my face flush, I'm not a nasty person, and I think most of my problems in everyday life come from trying to make sure that I go to any lengths to make sure that no one feels awkward, and that I'm as nice as I can be to people. The conversation went on for a little bit, and I noticed the girl I was sat with getting a bit red too.
I hung up.
we sat in silence for a few seconds.
I had to break the silence: "Well... This has got awkward really quickly."
Soon after that I left.
Anyway this night was great and I really enjoyed the film. afterwards when the others had gone home to bed it was about 1am and I really didn't feel like going home yet, so I headed off into town, and down to Vanilla, at this point of the evening I needed lesbians.
I'd forgotten that it was rock night in there, which was a pleasant surprise. I had a quick look round and realised I didn't know anyone in there, I also noticed that I was about 10 years older than most of the women in there. I got my drink, and headed up onto the balcony to stand, drink my drink smoke a cigarette and look dark, mysterious and above all cool.
In my head I'm looking like Shane from the L word, or like a slightly more femme Gina Gershon in Bound. I realise I'm pulling my "I'm so sexy and cool" face and decide to stop it just so no one comes up to me and says "you alright? My mum's got bells palsy too."
At this point I'm just smiling and watching all the young people dance. There is a reason for the phrase "you dance like a lesbian" and tonight in here was the proof.
as I'm stood there a really hot girl comes over and asks me for a light. Normally I'd just give her the light and leave it at that, expecially as she was really good looking.
But not this night
We stard talking, and I didn't make a complete tool of myself, and she asks me to join her dancing and stuff, so I head on down to the dance floor, where upon she disappears off to talk to different people after introducing me to a few of her friends. I end up talking to a woman I know from Myspace and we're getting on well, the women's football team are in because it's one of their player's birthday. Lesbians, in a women's football team? Unlikely! but in the end I end up talk ing to loads of people, one of the girls comes over and recognises me as a comedian. This normally happens once every couple of weeks, but recently it's been happening a lot more.
The Girl from Myspace says "you know, you don't look anything like your Gaydar picture?"
As the evening winds down at about 3 I head out into the street talking to two of the people I've met.
One of them is loved up and drunk, so her conversation is on a 1 minute loop. She decides I'm depressed and keeps telling me to keep my chin up, literally, and that I need to go and sit in a room on my own and just look at the walls and get to know myself and decide I'm not going to be unhappy anymore. I'm accutely aware that I'm fingering the rosary beads in my pocket. I'm not a Catholic, though at any one time I'e ususally got about 6 sets of rosary beads on me, they make me feel safe, and each time that the universe seems to be telling me something subconciously I tend to go for them and then realise that I'm rubbing them for some reason.
As we get back to my car I say good bye to them and take their number before heading off to catch up with Dug as he finishes work.
As they dissapear off into the night all I can hear is Freddie saying to Fester "No I'm telling you that's not her, she looks nothing like that picture on Gaydar"
All in all a good night.
As I head back with Dug I realise that today I've gone out on my own, and met people I didn't know, that I've tried to make conversation and most importantly I've found that I quite fancied someone.
It's a good sign, I never normally fancy anyone, and definately never when I'm in love with someone.
I think I'm nearly over Sarah finally, and it's taken 6 weeks short of a year. As I drift off to sleep the sun's rising on a brand new day.
It's going to be a beautiful day.
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