I am thinking that maybe this is the start of the end. The end of my adventure here. I miss my friends. I miss my Mam.
I just really need people that know me. I really need a hug. I really need to know that I am safe.
I shouldn’t have tried to date my assistant manager. I shouldn’t have. But. And there is a big but. He is from home. He is a Galway guy. He is funny. We know the same things, we have the same Irish interests and we both moved here alone. He has a couple more people then me, but on the whole, we are each others best friends. We see each other more than we see anyone else.
It was bound to happen. Everyone knew it was going to happen. They would just see us together and know that there was something a tiny bit magical about it.
I am pretty sure he is in love with me. I love him as a friend anyway and I know that we both feel that. I feel like I ruined the best thing that I have here. Even though the sex went a bit weird.
He has convinced himself that he wants to be single for his time over here. I have messed this up, so he picked arguments and was a bit of a dick so that it would be easier for him to convince himself that it just wasn’t worth it. He has admitted this.
I haven’t got heart break. I have heart ache. Made worse by me seeing him all the time He has an interview and while I know it is best he gets it, I feel nauseous at the thought of not seeing him. Not speaking to him and hearing him laugh all the time.
I really miss home. I am angry that I have ruined a friendship and I really miss my life. I miss having people to call. I just miss being me.
Maybe I just need to go back for a visit. It has been six months. Maybe I need to just go home for two weeks and just re connect with things and remember how things weren’t that great over there.
I then find myself feeling rather let down and shitty. Partly because I felt rejected because they don’t want more from me, partly because I find myself one more friend short in a strange city.
So. Yeah. I have moved. I have my own place now and I am completely in love with it. Slightly bored the odd time but generally I am incredibly happy here. It is a little attic apartment/studio that is ALL MINE. It is quiet and cheap and warm. What more could I ask for really?
One thing I guess. For it not to be three blocks from where Big lives, and three blocks from where Big works. Awkward.
So my Aussie friend has been getting into my head. I don’t think she means to but being the mutual friend of myself and Bigs puts her in this situation that she just doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. Myself and my Indian friend came to the conclusion that maybe Aussie unintentionally lead to our relationship breaking down. Because lets face it, the amount of information, both verbal and non-verbal that I have gotten from her about Big since the breakup has driven me mad. Maybe we were both getting this when we were together too.
She told him I had been to the hospital! She told me he was upset about me deleting him from Facebook. All this information. So much he said, she said. It is too much.
Anyways. I ran into Big. I saw him today and I just knew that we HAD to talk.
So we did. I still feel quite deeply for him I think. I believe that I am still in shock about it all. Shock isn’t fun. I don’t think I have ever been so blindsided by anyone in my life and I never want to be again. But whatever. I saw him and survived it. I am alive and we both want to tell Aussie to stay out of things. So that is good. Now I don’t have to be the bad guy.
So you might be able to tell, but I am going through my archived drafts and seeing if there is anything that I am enjoying reading enough to publish. This is basically how I met Big. This was written back in August and I was loving having him in my life. Obviously, that has changed. It is still taking some getting used to if I am really honest. Our mutual friend isn’t really making it easy for me either. She keeps on feeding me information and feeding him information on me. I deleted him from Facebook for my mental well being. Seemingly this upset him greatly. He thought we were friends, she set him straight and said that he hasn’t actually made an effort to be friends at all and that I probably needed to do it so it didn’t hurt ME to see his life still. A life that he chose that I was no longer going to be a part of. She also told him that I had been in hospital. This upset him greatly. But even after these conversations happened on Friday night. Guess what? He hasn’t contacted me. I guess it was drunken 2am chatting but in the cold harsh light of day the next day, he didn’t want to think about me and deal with whatever he is dealing with. I won’t (and cannot) message him anyway. I haven’t his number and it would be putting my friend in an awkward situation anyway.
I am also kinda seeing someone at the moment. We have decided to keep it chilled. I believe we can both see other people (but aren’t). We are just going on dates and hanging out really. It is nice. However, I have gone from the world’s largest, to the worlds pokiest (I may have slept with Tipp again) and now possibly the world’s smallest penis. Okay, well not ever, but you know. I got that sinking feeling. But he is a lovely guy and we have great craic so if it isn’t serious there is no harm keeping on keeping on. So without further ado; his is the original post.
I told Tipp that it was done today. I am ready to either not date and put time into only myself and friends or only date guys that I deem special enough to spend my time on.
So Tinder is gone and I am done with dating. Or so I thought.
Disney party. Sparks flew. A friend of a friend and I kissed and hugged all night long. He was mad about me from the get go and I am certainly getting there.
He has this brutal honesty, no bullshit, kind and caring personality, mixed in with geek. And a HUGE PENIS.
I stayed over in his house last week (so that makes twice sleeping – and I mean sleeping – with him in one week) and his sister is now here. But I met her and am staying at his again on Wednesday. I have all the butterflies.
So I ask you… how kinky is too kinky for you?
I love so many sexual acts it isn’t even funny. Some I know about, some I am yet to learn. It is the learning about what I enjoy that really turns me on.
I do worry though. If I was to end up being single again. How will I know that I will find someone else like me? I do draw the line at some point. But what happens if you invest yourself into someone to find out that there is no way that they will do what you want, what you need?
Or what if I ended up finally finding someone I liked in that way to find out that they really wanted, nay, needed something that I just couldn’t give?!
It really is a mine field and it boggles me. If I think about it too much it actually upsets me.
I know that might sound a bit odd to some people, but sex is such an important part of a relationship to me that it is not something that I could just ignore.
I only have sex with people I have feelings for. My number has stayed at the very low two. But I have had an amazing sex life. I have been told that I am a Charlotte in life and then a Samantha in a relationship in the bedroom.
I have yet to find someone like me in enjoyment and attitude to sex. I would love that. And that person would be my soul mate. I know it.
Well this is an archived post from 2012. But I really think that it speaks to my mind right now. But no. My number is no longer two 😛
I show my naivety sometimes. I expect a whole truth. Warts and all from people.
But I forget that most humans leave out their own flaws and only include he other persons when weaving a story.
I am an honest person. Obviously I too have told half truths but as a general rule I am blunt. Not to hurt anyone. But also not to lie.
A half truth is basically a lie. We all know it. Yet nearly all of us do it. And nearly all of us forgive them. It is just something that boggles my mind!
Big mentioned to our mutual friend that he felt he was given an ultimatum by me about being a friend with me and he didn’t like it. What he failed to mention was that we had been chatting since that “ultimatum”, that we had plans to meet that he cancelled on, and that all through our chats he never once mentioned that he had felt like he was given an ultimatum and he didn’t like it.
So basically. When I told her that I missed him etc. She reacted to me only knowing his half. When I saw her I told her the rest and of course admitted to the message that could be seen as backing him into a corner. Then she changed her reaction to me completely.
This has irked me. Grow up man. Grow a pair. Admit that you have done something wrong. That you gave a false hope or that you say you are okay and ready to try and be friends when really you are not in that place because you are hurting a bit more than you would like to admit.
Tell the whole truth. Not a half one. A half one is a lie.
Wow. 100 people follow this little blog. I know on the grand scale of things it is only a small amount of people. But to me it is huge.
I haven’t told anyone who I am. So none (actually one) know who I am. The rest just follow/read about my daily life and usually the drama that seems to follow me around.
To mark the big 100 I am going to tell you about a mistake that I always, always make and never learn from. Trying to be friends with an ex in order to keep them in your life.
Shinners. You are not wired that way. When you love you love with your whole being. You cannot turn that into friendship within a week or two. Or even a month. No way. You are just going to hurt yourself by keeping on checking when he was last online and wondering if he is looking at you too.
When I was with Big. I was so easy going and relaxed. If he didn’t text back. I was never worried. I had him. He made me so comfortable and confident that I never doubted his intentions with me for a second so I didn’t worry about it. Now I don’t have him? Fuck me I have gone cray cray. Every time my phone goes I hope and wish it is him. My heart goes every time it vibrates. Every. Single. Time.
So yeah. Stop pretending that it is something you can try when you just really want him to see you just so you can see him and you want him to just change his mind. Because you know what? He won’t because you don’t like American football, you don’t just “slide in” to his life and you can’t have frigging kids.
And he could have had something real with you. And that freaked him the fuck out.
So fuck him and his fucking friendship.
I can’t fool myself. I am not going to be perfect for anyone. No one is ever going to be perfect for me.
I mean perfect is coming from a similar school of thought on everything. No disagreements. Shared interests and hobbies. Just. Someone that is the exact same as you.
For me. It is the imperfections of someone for you that make you work. It is how you deal with opposing expectations, how you still love each other even when you have a stupid bicker over the television. Those moments. Thats when you are perfect. You are perfect in how you deal with it and stick with it and love each other.
I am by no means looking for my perfect. Every man that I have been with has been a version of imperfect. And I don’t think that there will ever be an absolute match for me. I think I would find that boring to be quite frank.
The more I think about it, I think the reason myself and Big aren’t together anymore is that his love for American football and his need for someone to just “fit in” to his life was just so strong that he decided that my imperfections were not perfect enough for him.
I had a boring date last night. And I can’t help but think that I want someone strong, independent, brave. Someone like me in those aspects. Kind, loving and caring. But the rest. The rest after that can be worked on.
My god. I miss him something terrible.
So I am back on Tinder. You might think it is early, but after fixing myself after Stephen, I am ready to date and find someone to have a relationship with. I am not saying I will die if I don’t get that, but I am ready.
Just because Big didn’t want me or wasn’t ready for me, doesn’t mean that I stop wanting what I want.
Anyway I had a date tonight with a Canadian guy. OMFG SOOOOO BORING. I am starting to wonder if the only men that are going to be comparable to me interest wise are the other ones that have moved alone. It just makes them a lot more independent and interesting I guess. Because you know what? I was the most interesting person at that table and I was bored stiff. I know how great I am, I don’t need your input into the conversation to be how amazing I am. This I know.
So on the walk back to mine he utters the above sentence. Why do men do this?! I mean. Does it actually work? Are there women out there that automatically want to prove that they are the exception? Are there women out there that have such low self esteem that they have to make sure that the person that they are on a date with knows for certain that they, in fact, are a good kisser?!
He regretted it anyway. I ended up telling him all my bad kissing stories. “Oh my, I nearly puked in his mouth, oh! Oh! He had just eaten a meatball sub ewwww…” Things like that. That’ll teach him.
Oh Big. If you could even get someone to match with you on tinder you would have a bad date and realise how damned lucky you were to have me. Screw you.
I am starting to think that there isn’t a “one” for anyone.
I know, I am late to the party on that one. But I guess, I kept on hoping that that childish, Hollywood thing would come true.
But I really have been thinking about soulmates. I think I have about four of them. None of them have been romantic partners but they are all people that I connect with in a really special way and that cannot be explained.
My mother is one. I am convinced we have traveled through so many lives together and that we just keep finding each other and travelling in any way that we can. It is really lovely and it feels like home as soon as I am around. In fact, just having a bit of physical contact with her recharges mine and her batteries and makes one feel more at peace. I know it probably sounds a bit crazy but it is true.
One of my best friends sent me the most wonderful texts today. I had sent her screenshots of the messages that I sent my “father” and Big. She said that she was sorry that I was going through all of this still. My response? “It’s okay, I had a good year”. Because you know. What more could I want but a good year?
Anyway. Today I got “No matter what happens, know that I am proud. Know that you are brave, you are strong and you are beautiful. Know that without you I (and many others) would be living a half life. Though there may be oceans and continents between us, I will always be here for you my truest loveliest friend and soul mate xx”
How can you ever feel bad about your life when you have such amazing things being said about you? It is something that fills my heart, knowing that I have at least five people in my life that feel this way about me. Okay, none of them will share my bed (apart from the odd spooning session) but there are other people for that. How can anyone really compare to that kind of connection? I demand as much (if not more) from my lover as I get from them. They are there for me through thick and thin and in exchange I am there for them in the same way.
I am a very lucky girl. I may not have my father, or Big. But I have amazing people in my life and I am a very very lucky person.
I have Soulmates.