I regret on some level, not going back to his room. How often does a Sydney girl have an opportunity like that?
When will I next have an opportunity to live out my fantasy?
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Why is it when a friend of a platonic male friend asks you about you're friendship with said person, the typical female brain goes spinning?
You serious. I never thought about it.
No, you're mistaken, he likes....
Ah, he's mates drunk. Has no idea. We're just friends.
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On Wednesday morning I had an appointment with one of the building contractors, we've been flirting insistently over the last couple of months.
We went into the Main Switch Room of the building, (work related) before I knew it I was pushed up against the wall kissing madly, leg raised alighted with his hips, hands gliding all over each others bodies... all over. His cut abs, pecks huge, arms would be size of my thighs, cock hard, lips soft, stubble rough.
He blew all over the wall, we laughed, joked what would people think if they saw us coming out... My tenants did. But, hey I'm always in facilities rooms with men.
He's called several times for work and reminiscing our wild encounter on the clock.
To think I said I'd never be involved with a personal trainer. Ha! This guy trains one of Australia's most successful and infamous sports stars. Rules were meant to be broken.
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A Friday night mid-June I was having a quite drink with a girlfriend and invited Mr J. to join, I hadn't seen him for a week and a catch up over a drink was overdue. He came, he got the okay from my girlfriend.
The night was progressing quickly and we were in need of nourishment. He mentioned dinner and his sister was out and about that night - ohhhh meeting the family.
We arrived at the cafe'. His mother and 2 sisters were there.
His family had spent the previous 2 hours at a yoga class by candle light. I had spent the previous 3 hours guzzling red wine.
Not the first impression I was hoping to display.
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On my way home from work yesterday I caught the train at Town Hall station as usual. I saw a man, my tummy flipped, he was tall, well built, handsome.
My tummy flipped, he looked familiar. I know that hair, I know that physique, that jacket tweaked a familiarity.
I'm 90% certain it was Sabre Boy. One year on and I can't guarantee I remember a man I had a month long romance...
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My current crush* sent me an email last week / or was it 2 weeks ago. The email addressed:
I freaked out! This is a work associate. A guy I have a crush on - imagine what's going through my mind... he's read my blog!
The horror
We met for a lovely lunch, just shy of 2 hours.
He's nice. I like him.
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A couple of weeks back when out with the girls Mr J. joined us and he'd had a but to drink and I had my car parked out the front so I was counting drinks... We talked, I floated between the two groups I was with for the night chatting, drinking and dancing.
As the night turned to the early hours of the morning I was slowly sobering up in the preparation for getting behind the wheel, he asked me to go home with him.
I said no.
Partially because we hadn't even groped like teenagers, considering we had 'dated' for 2 months I like a little more action. More so: he was drunk, I was not and I was between waxes.
I haven't heard from him since....
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As anticipated the gorgeous guy I spent the night with over Queens Birthday Long Weekend never called. On the night he asked for my number 3 times, I said why don't we just call this what it is a night thing.
I hate giving my number out! I loose control of the situation and develop expectations.
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I was supposed to go out with the fire contractors again last Friday night, one pulled out due to being at a seminar all week and living in Woolongong the drive home would be unbearable. So, it was just me and the the area manager. We went to Double Bay, the city was too busy - took 22 minutes to go one block and my parking space was taken by some stray Mo' Fo'! Grrr....
We went to the nice laid back pub, sat in the rear room on the big compfy lounges, a couple bottles of wine and a much needed meal he said 'you always take me to expensive places'. Well, my retort "no mister, this is where I live, this is my lifestyle and take this evening as a prime example to why I didn't take up *your* job offer. I just couldn't afford to live" hehehe...
He drove me home and went in for the kiss.
"And you really think I'd work for you if we went down that path?" Cheeky smile "Thanks for a great night. Byeeeee"
Jumped out faster than you could say 'sweet dreams'.
I was drunk.
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I went out to dinner with I. on Monday night, I spent most of the night peering over his shoulder perving at a few cute US sailors on their last night in Sydney.
He confessed, he's never had a 'real relationship'. He's dated a few girls for 4-6 week intervals, then it drops off.
He's 33.
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When I went out with Mr J. a few weeks back I introduced him to a few of my former work colleagues, I. was there also, I never let on that I and I dated (2 dates, first one was to an engagement because I didn't want to go alone. Number 2, I didn't think anything of the 'coffee') Apparently I broke his heart when I hooked up with one of the tenants on the building I was working at 2 years ago... My first kiss with a cute navy boy.
Well, on Saturday night while I was at the Pimps and Hoe's Party** Mr J. saw I. out at the Cross (yes, I did get in trouble for not calling I. while I was out in his 'hood' But I was enjoying another uniform. Mr J. asked if I. could help his friend out - WTF? I haven't heard from this guy in a couple of weeks and now he tracks down *my* friend to seek assistance. Oh well, I. was attending to a stab victim thus didn't have time.
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My sisters ex-partner is back in Sydney after being MIA for 2 years. Life has been strenuous since his reappearance. My nephew has started rebelling, my sister is about to fall back into the same old routine.
Sometimes I just wish he would rot in a jail cell.
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* Yes, I have one crush - out of all the men I've mentioned here, he's the only one I'm interested in
** My girlfriend told me yesterday she thought the theme was relevant considering my gallivanting of late
When will I next have an opportunity to live out my fantasy?
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Why is it when a friend of a platonic male friend asks you about you're friendship with said person, the typical female brain goes spinning?
You serious. I never thought about it.
No, you're mistaken, he likes....
Ah, he's mates drunk. Has no idea. We're just friends.
*****************************************************************
On Wednesday morning I had an appointment with one of the building contractors, we've been flirting insistently over the last couple of months.
We went into the Main Switch Room of the building, (work related) before I knew it I was pushed up against the wall kissing madly, leg raised alighted with his hips, hands gliding all over each others bodies... all over. His cut abs, pecks huge, arms would be size of my thighs, cock hard, lips soft, stubble rough.
He blew all over the wall, we laughed, joked what would people think if they saw us coming out... My tenants did. But, hey I'm always in facilities rooms with men.
He's called several times for work and reminiscing our wild encounter on the clock.
To think I said I'd never be involved with a personal trainer. Ha! This guy trains one of Australia's most successful and infamous sports stars. Rules were meant to be broken.
*****************************************************************
A Friday night mid-June I was having a quite drink with a girlfriend and invited Mr J. to join, I hadn't seen him for a week and a catch up over a drink was overdue. He came, he got the okay from my girlfriend.
The night was progressing quickly and we were in need of nourishment. He mentioned dinner and his sister was out and about that night - ohhhh meeting the family.
We arrived at the cafe'. His mother and 2 sisters were there.
His family had spent the previous 2 hours at a yoga class by candle light. I had spent the previous 3 hours guzzling red wine.
Not the first impression I was hoping to display.
*****************************************************************
On my way home from work yesterday I caught the train at Town Hall station as usual. I saw a man, my tummy flipped, he was tall, well built, handsome.
My tummy flipped, he looked familiar. I know that hair, I know that physique, that jacket tweaked a familiarity.
I'm 90% certain it was Sabre Boy. One year on and I can't guarantee I remember a man I had a month long romance...
*****************************************************************
My current crush* sent me an email last week / or was it 2 weeks ago. The email addressed:
Dear Miss N,
I freaked out! This is a work associate. A guy I have a crush on - imagine what's going through my mind... he's read my blog!
The horror
We met for a lovely lunch, just shy of 2 hours.
He's nice. I like him.
*****************************************************************
A couple of weeks back when out with the girls Mr J. joined us and he'd had a but to drink and I had my car parked out the front so I was counting drinks... We talked, I floated between the two groups I was with for the night chatting, drinking and dancing.
As the night turned to the early hours of the morning I was slowly sobering up in the preparation for getting behind the wheel, he asked me to go home with him.
I said no.
Partially because we hadn't even groped like teenagers, considering we had 'dated' for 2 months I like a little more action. More so: he was drunk, I was not and I was between waxes.
I haven't heard from him since....
*****************************************************************
As anticipated the gorgeous guy I spent the night with over Queens Birthday Long Weekend never called. On the night he asked for my number 3 times, I said why don't we just call this what it is a night thing.
I hate giving my number out! I loose control of the situation and develop expectations.
*****************************************************************
I was supposed to go out with the fire contractors again last Friday night, one pulled out due to being at a seminar all week and living in Woolongong the drive home would be unbearable. So, it was just me and the the area manager. We went to Double Bay, the city was too busy - took 22 minutes to go one block and my parking space was taken by some stray Mo' Fo'! Grrr....
We went to the nice laid back pub, sat in the rear room on the big compfy lounges, a couple bottles of wine and a much needed meal he said 'you always take me to expensive places'. Well, my retort "no mister, this is where I live, this is my lifestyle and take this evening as a prime example to why I didn't take up *your* job offer. I just couldn't afford to live" hehehe...
He drove me home and went in for the kiss.
"And you really think I'd work for you if we went down that path?" Cheeky smile "Thanks for a great night. Byeeeee"
Jumped out faster than you could say 'sweet dreams'.
I was drunk.
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I went out to dinner with I. on Monday night, I spent most of the night peering over his shoulder perving at a few cute US sailors on their last night in Sydney.
He confessed, he's never had a 'real relationship'. He's dated a few girls for 4-6 week intervals, then it drops off.
He's 33.
*****************************************************************
When I went out with Mr J. a few weeks back I introduced him to a few of my former work colleagues, I. was there also, I never let on that I and I dated (2 dates, first one was to an engagement because I didn't want to go alone. Number 2, I didn't think anything of the 'coffee') Apparently I broke his heart when I hooked up with one of the tenants on the building I was working at 2 years ago... My first kiss with a cute navy boy.
Well, on Saturday night while I was at the Pimps and Hoe's Party** Mr J. saw I. out at the Cross (yes, I did get in trouble for not calling I. while I was out in his 'hood' But I was enjoying another uniform. Mr J. asked if I. could help his friend out - WTF? I haven't heard from this guy in a couple of weeks and now he tracks down *my* friend to seek assistance. Oh well, I. was attending to a stab victim thus didn't have time.
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My sisters ex-partner is back in Sydney after being MIA for 2 years. Life has been strenuous since his reappearance. My nephew has started rebelling, my sister is about to fall back into the same old routine.
Sometimes I just wish he would rot in a jail cell.
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* Yes, I have one crush - out of all the men I've mentioned here, he's the only one I'm interested in
** My girlfriend told me yesterday she thought the theme was relevant considering my gallivanting of late
6 comments:
So many men, Nat, you are positively scandalous! :P
Wow! How do you even remember their names, let alone find the time???
I could hardly keep up! Miss Natalie, you must surely find The One somewhere amongst them
Miss Natalie! Sorry about not responding to your comment on my blog. You left it on the blogger site, so I didn't see it in Haloscan, and didn't find it until today!
Oh, and don't get disheartened. I swear I went out on at least 200 dates before I found my guy. And I'm not exaggerating. I think I dated half of the city.
And I would have parked directly behind that fucker and blocked them in. Serve them right.
eh heh ha! facilities!
Damn Nat, and here I am trying to figure out one woman...
I do have to say that if she reads my blog I am fucked.
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