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.

Blabber Mouth Boyfriends

My boyfriend is a blabber mouth. He talks about me a lot. I put it down to immaturity. When we first got together, I'd share something private with him which he, wanting to feel more masculine than he is around his most masculine friend, would bring up. To my annoyance, I felt like the parent in the relationship, giving pointers on how to keep some things private. (As a child, I remember being taught this by my own mother.) Then I let this go, safe in the knowledge he took on board my annoyance & changed his ways.
It's hard for me to discuss being a writer with anyone. I used to live with a guy who never knew I was writing, all the time lying to him that I was shopping or doing housework, etc etc. Part of being the new me, the Sara who has grieved for her mother, is admitting I am a writer & writing full time. Tom is my boyfriend, it is something he knows is a huge part of my life, and he discusses it. Yes with his super-genius 18 yr old brother, soon to be attending Cambridge. When I met his brother I was, shockingly, bombarded with questions about writing a book. I felt quizzed, interrogated, uncomfortable, unhappy. I hated it. It is private to ME.
I suggest my boyfriend read a light teeny book popular at the time, which he went on to lose, immediately, out of the car door. After replacing it, (Brownie point), he starts to read it, criticizes it of course & goes on to tell me about these short stories written in the Victorian age. Well, this is something I cannot discuss. It is not my reading material. So I am happy to listen to how great his book is, & one day will pick it up myself. But I read as a writer & I'm short on time as it is so don't have time to read everything. Tom goes on to tell me how his parents only have old books in their house & encourage him and siblings to read the same stuff. Cool. My mum didn't. Just another difference in Tom & my's upbringing. He went to private school, me, public. His father a solicitor & mother primary school teacher, my mother a social worker & father absent. This is not a problem for Tom, & I didn't think it was for me, except he seems to bring up our class difference a lot, almost questioning if I am comfortable with the difference. Eventually, especially after him putting down my reading material, I do feel uncomfortable. How on earth am I to explain myself as a writer when I will not be able to hold my own in a discussion about great literary works of art? My mum always told me I didn't listen to Radio 4 enough! She was right of course.
Previous to this, Tom wrapped me up in the compliment of how opinionated I am, but how concerned he is about me meeting his father. His father detests vegetarians you see. And his brothers will tease me! I'm thinking (defensively), I have discussions and opinions shared with my boyfriend that I am not going to share at the dinner table like some impolite chav. (I hate the word chav, sorry chavs. It's a word used by my boyfriend). Consequently, we've been dating almost 6 months I think & I've yet to meet his whole family. However, that's his fault ha! In time, maybe I will. But I'm fine for now, although I appreciate it may seem a little rude of me. I'm reluctant to because my vampire ex's mother was also an emotional drain on me.
LOL he's just called, we've had a row & sorted things...for now. I've told him I think he's too critical of himself & of me & that relationships are supposed to bring out the best in people, not the worst. He told me as far as he's concerned this is sorted now so he doesn't want me freezing him out for a couple of days. (Gosh, he knows me), but I said so that means he wants to come over & fuck me. He said no, but there's a gig tues night he'd like me to make. We'll see.
He's basically criticised every song, barring two, on a "mix tape", (MP3 player) I got him for Christmas. Just cuz he's a drummer in a band gives him no right to criticise it. The whole point of the present is to listen to a few tracks meaningful to me, then record over them with his own stuff. Christ, the minute we got together he brought a bag full of CDs over for me to listen to, which I did. And did I say "Hey, these are shit," no, I was polite. He guessed which one I wasn't keen on, to which my repsonse was, "Hm yeah." And moved topic on. I'm not saying he can't disect music with me, or have opinions. I'm saying come on, I'm your girlfriend, I made you something, don't rip it to shreds you thoughtless, insensitive CUNT. He isn't a nasty guy. There isn't an aggressive bone in his body...well, not really. I don't think he meant anything maliciously, but he is so up his own arse sometimes.

A lot of girls are loving Robert Pattinson right now, cuz he is an awesome actor playing, very convincingly, Stephenie Meyer's hot vampire hero, but in real life, in his interviews? He is a bumbling, weedy, dawky, guffawing English private school boy. He reminds me of Tom, stopping and starting his sentences, and running his sweaty fingers through his floppy hair like my gay Oxford grad friend. Is this what men are? Young men in their 20's, sensitive intellectuals, or else grunting gorillas with little respect for themselves let alone women?

Men suck...but not in the good way like Edward Cullen or Angel from Buffy. What a shame that in reality the only alternative is lesbianism, and not hot daemon gods.

There are good points to my boyf. He has a conscience. He is a talented musician and poet. He is in love with art and architecture and cooking. He is fit and exercises lots. He has a healthy sexual appetite. He is expressive, educated, responsible, caring, kind, generous. When I tell him off, he listens and acts. He is amazing really. I worry I push him away and criticise HIM too much, but ultimately, we're getting along OK.

I didn't tell you this but I was sick over Christmas; the winter vom bug I believe. After admitting I needed help, I called Tom early hours in the morning, Tom was still out pAArtying, got on his bike, went to an all night Sainsburys, sobered up with a bottle of water and bought me tissues. He stayed with me all night and day taking care of me and didn't leave me till mid day on Christmas day. He then filled in my shift at work for me. I am very lucky to have him. I love him & he loves me...I just wish he wasn't so proud about it all the time.