Crushes

For the most part of this year I'd been in a funk. Feeling low, not minding if the Grim Reaper came for me, having little body confidence & sex was the last thing on my mind. I don't think it even made the list.

This past month I've noticed my mojo return, and with a vengeance. There are certain new things I want to try when I next have sex & a certain new view I have of the act; it doesn't have to be about being someone's girlfriend. There doesn't have to be an aim behind it. I still stand by the rule that one night stands are overrated & that relationship sex is best for meeting one another's needs in bed. However, I like the idea of having male friends with whom I can share intimacy with, without having to worry about being a good girlfriend. This sounds like a fuck buddy, but I'm not sure that's the correct term for it, as I would, maybe once every two weeks like to hang out with the guy too, just have fun as well as sex. Now it sounds like a relationship. But I find being in a relationship taxing. Wondering about them, considering them, the whole selflessness of it. I've been there & done it & unless a guy's gonna make u his wife, why put in the time & effort for someone who is merely enjoying your company? I want to be a friend, but not lose myself. I want to have my own life, as I have had in past relationships, but not have to tell someone where I am, when I'll be back, that I need a few days space & then feel the villain for being unloving or insensitive or ungiving. I've never made the mistake of dropping my life for a new one with a boyfriend, but I have given a lot of myself in those relationships. My last serious relationship was with my best friend Tom, and there I got it wrong too. There I was the villain because I was his girlfriend & expected to want to see him at least once or twice a week, but I didn't want to. There were other things I wanted to do with my time, and that hasn't changed. I see my friends when I want, unless they're in dyer need of course.

So now I want sex & to hang out when I want. I think men do this, so why can't I? I don't want lots & lots of lovers, but a couple would be nice, but then am not greedy, & right now, just one would be great.

So, onto the boring bit, my crush. This past couple months I've noticed my mojo reawakening with every crush I've had. And there have been many. It's been a new one every one or two weeks! My most recent crush is a customer from work, who has in the past tipped me £4.50 for retaining his forgotten change. He's hot. His hair is dyed different colours every few weeks, he has facial piercings (lip & nose I think) and his eyes are the most amazing blue I've ever seen. They're like jewels. And this coming from me; I love & always have found brown eyes most attractive.

I don't kno what it is about him, clearly his appearance, but it really hits the spot. He looks dirty, dangerous & I wanna shag him all over. LOL, so crass, but so TRUE! He's tall & wears jumpers over shirts...cuuute! The girls at work claim I have "dodgy taste", whatever! When I'm attracted to someone I'm attracted to them. End of. And unless they reveal an ugly personality, that attraction remains.

Anyway, on Thurs night at work this guy next to him was complimenting me, who I thanked & raised my eyebrows & had a little chuckle with Taz (I found out that's his nick name - who knows his actual name though?) Taz didn't tip me at all that night, but when I picked up the wrong glass with the wrong spirit in by mistake he pointed it out to me & said "Good job i work in a bar" - and I asked which one & he said "Pave" & I said I'd never seen him there & he said he's "there every day". So the next night I went for a couple drinks & a catch up in Pave with one of my fave friends, Claire. It was heaving so we sat outside where it was less crowded & I could smoke. I went to the bar & told the bar staff who I am acquainted with that "he's hot" nodding over at Taz. She proceeded to tell him & upon returning I asked her if that was negative & she said "Oh he's just being cool", then a guy, earwigging, said, "Taz is too cool." I returned to Claire & when the time came for Taz to collect empty glasses from our table I looked up at him & said, "Hii" & he looked down & said "Hi, u alright." Shocked at myself I think I nodded and turned my attention back to Claire. Now, I could have continued the small-talk by replying & asking him how he was but I was freakin out & was just pleased that I'd acknowledged him. It's so stupid, but I'm really enjoying being back in the game.

On to first moves. Although I admire those who are bold enough to make the first move, & I always say so when a guy does this with me. I am not used to guys taking that chance on me. Often, I have to do it, but it's been a while since I've had to, or wanted to, but I don't mind it. People aren't mind readers & it's better to look back & feel glad to have made the effort, taken that chance, even if it lead to rejection, then to look back & think "I wish I'd done something because now I'll never know what could've happened." My philosophy is; if you're rejected, then you're one step closer to the guy who is right for you.

So I've let someone know I like him, who has let him know & I've said "Hi." What much more can I do. See if he turns up Thurs to further the flirting. And if he turns up but avoids my bar, then I'll know it's a "no". How sad :( but if he comes up & continues to be friendly with me, then maybe there's a chance something could happen. I really hope so because I really wanna fuck him. I know it sounds harsh using that word on this blog but u don't understand how rampant I am!!!

Tom knew him at school & I believe he's younger than me, so what?

p.s. is this another way to put off moving to London to be with Tom? If I move there, I'll have a fresh start but I'll be away from friends, & jobless for a while & without a house of my own & with only Tom, who is my most fave person in the world, but is he my whole world? No. Plus, Tom's told me he'd like to be back in a relationship with me but no pressure. When I'm with him it's great. But I would like to date/have sex with other guys. UGH! Whyyyyy is life so hard?!

Back to Taz; I want him bad! But when I've got him, what then? lol, p.p.s if he's a cool dude, this might be a no-starter or a dream. Nice though. Tom tells me he's a lovely guy, had the odd relationship that hasn't lasted long. Hmm. Small willie?! Kidding, kidding. Prob just young, lazy & too serious.

Update Number Two

What a creative title, ha!

Anyway hi. Here's what's going on.

I finished things with Tom :-( back in January.

I am seeing someone new, Daniel :-s

Never in my life did I suffer hay fever until this week. My God, I had no idea how much money one could spend on treating it. But am telling ya, it works! Now I can go for a walk whenever I like, armed with eye drops, nasal spray and tissues!

So I've been seeing a new guy called Daniel, the year above me at school. I remember how he'd walk home from sixth form, shoe gazing, with his fringe hanging over his eyes. I was intrigued by him then, and felt the same when he flopped at the bar one night, a few months ago, declaring how beautiful he thinks I am. Aww! Just what every girl dreams of!

I did a little googling on Daniel & found he's part of a pretty successful gothic, indie band called Kill Surf City. He looks HAWT in their MTV2 video too! I think, owing to egos, the band is on a long break for now, with tensions between members arising, but Daniel's been recruited by a mutual pal to join another band called The Note Book. And they're really tight. I've been invited to their London gig in June. Don't know if I'll go or stick to finishing my damn book. (yes today, it is known as "my damn book", not my obsession that possesses. roll eyes please).

Thing is, Daniel & I have been dating a couple months now, & I haven't slept with him at all, although I really enjoy kissing him. I just don't wanna get so intimate with someone again. Here's why;

I found out from Anita (therapist) that I have a huge fear of loss when it comes to relationships. Hence me delaying the progression of my relationship with Tom, even meeting his family. I am scared of losing Tom, & worse, scared of losing another family. Great. So I'm alone because I'm afraid of being alone?!?!?!
Ultimately though, Tom is a kidney transplant patient, perhaps not the best choice of boyfriend for a lassie like me :-s I mean, he is a real kidney transplant patient, as in, he has lived on dyalisis, has his father's 50 yr old kidney because neither of his own kidneys work. Poor guy, but when he tells me things like he expects the kidney to last till he's 28 yrs of age (less than 4 yrs away), it doesn't help me wanna make a life with him. Does that make sense??

Daniel.....was in a serious car accident years ago; left him with only a quarter of a stomach. Yeah, he's like 6 ft tall, incredibly skinny, will never get "fat", it's impossible, and so I rarely see him eat. All the while I'm sat on my arse writing, getting fatter!!!! Not happy, insecure, feel unsexy, and with hay fevered snotty noses it's hard to work out & blow my nose 30 times in a row. Excuses excuses, I'm just a lazy fat cow.

Anyway enough of that self-hatred. It doesn't really go anywhere, except to thoughts of suicide. What does it mean if I wouldn't mind dying ? What does it mean if everything seems futile & hopeless? I feel I have no one to please anymore, and it's a fact that I dont. I only have myself. It's a scary life I'm living. I can't say it's lonely. Although obviously it is lonely. But I have options always not to be lonely, I jus often choose to be alone. Hmm, that's weird too. I am fucking weird. It's like I use my writing as an excuse not to move forward. It's like, once my book is done, I can start my life; travel, re-educate, move, whatever. Right now I'm stuck in Hull, affectionately named Hell, writing when I feel worthy enough of the art, and teasing would-be suitors. I mean, Daniel, I've enjoyed dating him, but I'm feeling the urge to cool things down now that the dating part has gone as far as it can, and it's time to get close: have him come see my house, my very own private space, maybe sleep with me & see every part of me. I don't know if I want any of that yet. You know, I remember watching TV shows, or movies, & listening to all that adult clap trap, never understanding what was so complicated, but boy do I understand now.

I need cheering up. Tonight am gonna visit Tom in his new place & let him cook for me. If anyone can cheer me up, it's him.

Why did we split? Lots of reasons, but I guess the first time we kissed, my judgement was clouded by fine wine, and I failed to correctly gage the chemistry between Tom & I. I don't "fancy" him enough. My attraction for him is not strong enough, although he is a gorgeous man, & many, many women find him equally gorgeous. They ask after him at work (he doesn't work there anymore, only if boss is desperate & he's free). When I kiss Daniel? There are definite sparks.................