Time to say goodbye

Right, so I wasn’t sure about this last time I blogged but now it’s been confirmed. My neighbour/sex buddy (for some reason I cringe at the phrase ‘fuck buddy’ – it’s so cliché but there’s no avoiding it). Anyway, I digress – he’s moving back home due to visa issues. He might be back, he might not be – that’s all dependent on the visa. 

This news kinda made me ‘re-evaluate’ our relationship as for me, there was no long term plan and hence I use the term relationship very loosely. Every day, you hear stories (or watch a movie) about some girl who had a platonic relationship which eventually becomes a romantic one. I can safely say, this is not the case here. I mean don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely a strong physical attraction there but truth be told, we’re just really good friends. We get along like a house on fire and I could spend hours and hours talking and hanging out with him but there’s no real ‘va-va-voom’.

Maybe I’m just being greedy or have unrealistic expectations but I really want excitement! The most excitement I’ve had lately is having too many cups of coffee and practically bouncing off the walls from my caffeine high. And I totally understand that the excitement might wane after several years of being together but I definitely think it makes for the start of a fantastic relationship.

Last month was fairly busy on the work front so I didn’t get to do much social stuff but I’ve got lots planned this month! I plan on going a little crazy and giving my liver a good work out! Hahaha!!!

Also, I think I have been signed up to do a charity skydive! I vaguely remember slurring out my consent at work drinks on Thursday. Funny how ideas seem so much better when you’re drunk. *shakes head* I’m terrified of heights but then again, I am looking to try new things and push my boundaries (and it is for a good cause)... I’m so conflicted!!! *sigh*

Anyway, back to my original point – he’s leaving! And it’s okay. I’m absolutely fine about it. We had a great time and I’ll miss hanging out with him but I’m definitely not heart- broken! All in all, it was a great summer distraction!

Love, Life and Amsterdam

Guess it’s about time I finally gave you guys an update on my neighbour/love-life situation, eh? (See last post here). It’s been so hectic at work lately and I’m ashamed to say this but asides the occasional meet up for food/drinks/sex/whatever, there’s not been much on that front. Totally my fault (or rather, my choice) - I’ve been so busy with work and I’m finally getting to travel lots with my job and as a result I’ve not had as much chance to actually commit properly to anything. He’s been pretty awesome though and I have a great time with him but there’s nothing ‘major’ happening there apart from both of us having a good time together – whenever I can fit that it (Hahaha! That makes me sound like such a self-important diva! I’m not! I swear!)

Also as you all might have noticed, I tend to be a typically happy-go-lucky kinda girl however I have just gotta gripe about a little pet hate I discovered this weekend - Overly confident drunk guys… lol! (keyword there being ‘drunk’!). So, I was out with work colleagues and after my experience the previous week (see post here), I figured I’d best stick to one drink and then grab some dinner. No workday hangovers for me, no sireee! So not worth the headache… literally! Anyway, seeing as there was no way one cocktail was gonna get me drunk, I was pretty sober and as a result, pretty observant that evening. Side note - my body has become so tolerant to alcohol which is pretty bad news for my purse methinks! I digress… At the first bar, there was a barmaid who was flirty with one of the guys on my team - she gave him a free pint and all. Everyone noticed and he got her number before we left –This moment was the creation of a monster! For the rest of the night he kept trying to chat up every single lady who served us (even in the restaurant) it was so unbelievably funny watching the uncomfortable waitresses squirming and trying to be polite while doing their best to get away. Worst thing was he was so drunk he didn’t seem to pick up on the fact that he was a one-hit wonder (and that one-hit had little to do with his ‘pick-up’ skills – the waitress went out of her way to get his attention). I know I’m not one to judge as I like a drink or two myself (make that ten... or twenty, hehehe!) but his oblivion to his faux pax was hilarious! This is definitely a pet-hate I can handle.

In other news though, I did get to go to Amsterdam this week. I loved every minute of it! Apparently, I get to go to other cities as well as part of the project I’m working on – can’t wait! I officially love my job!!! In usual tradition, I took a few photos…

Finished it off with some fantastic sea-food! Deeeeeeee-lish!

I'm on cloud 9

Okay, so the other day, I was dossing around in the flat and there wasn’t anything interesting on telly so I figured I’d go for a run – Haha! Who am I kidding? I went for a walk!  I admire people who actually go for runs but the only times in my life I ever remember running was either towards food or away from a place where I’d actually have to do any proper running (e.g. the gym!). In fairness to myself though, when I go for walks I can walk for long stretches without even breaking a sweat and so I feel like I’ve found some balance there. 


Anyway, on my way out of the flat who should I bump into but my sexy neighbour (see post here). In the past few weeks we’d bumped into each other a few times and had little chats, I’d been to his house warming party, bla bla bla…and so we were ‘kinda’ friends now. Anyway, I did the neighbourly thing and said hi and we got chatting and long story short, he decided to come out for a walk with me. 


We got chatting about life, work, friends and pretty much anything and everything and it felt so good to talk to him. He’s so easy to speak to and has such a great laugh that makes you feel comfortable straight away… anyway, we stopped for a little rest on a park bench and I carried on yapping away about some story I read in the newspaper that afternoon and he leaned in and kissed me. I can talk (A LOT!) but I was short for words and I was initially gonna resist and push back (in a ‘I’m-not-that-kinda-girl’ way) but I just let go…. I think if anyone else told me about this, I would have thought “Cheeeeeeesy!!!!!!” but when it happens to you, especially with someone you really really really really fancy, the reality of the situation is sooooooooo much better than you can imagine…


... I could go on and on and write about that kiss and how it felt but anyone who’s ever been kissed by the right person knows exactly how that feels!!! When we finally came up for air, I pretty much knew what was going to happen next. I won’t bore you with the mundane details but we hurried back to his place and headed straight for the bedroom, I practically ripped his clothes off him and we went right for it! And damn, did it feel so good! Best-sex-ever! We went really fast the first time, no time for all the extra crap before and then the 2^nd time, we took it slower and explored each other’s bodies... I imagined the ‘law of diminishing marginal returns' would set in here (Google it, I feel to lazy to explain it here...lol) but it soooooo did not and felt so good. I’d go into graphic details here but I don’t wanna scare anybody off! Hehehe!!! The third time was fantastic too (yes, three times in one night! That’s a record for me!) 


The next morning, we got up and had breakfast, talked some more (thankfully, I didn’t have to be in work as I’d chosen to work from home) and arranged to have dinner and get to know each other better... I’m definitely in lust right now… Can’t wait! I have no expectations, I’m just having fun and boy does it feel fantastic!!! 

Take That! Figuratively and Literally!!!

Right! Been a minute since I last blogged but in fairness to me, I’ve had a packed week!!! I barely even had time to fit in some partying (I was starting to get alcohol withdrawal here) but I found a way to eventually!  (Woohoo! My feet and liver hate me now but hey, who cares?!)

I’ve had the most unexpected of weeks ever though – I went to a Take That concert AND loved it! (I was not expecting that at all!) I mean, I like some Take That songs and all but I’ve never ‘officially’ been a fan. (I am now!). On the night, I did some serious ‘Panadol Dancing’ too – you know, the kind of dancing where you already know you’re gonna need painkillers for the following day. The Take That magic was fully on, complete with retro boyband dance moves, -it was such a throwback to the 90s! *cue wind machine and guys with unbuttoned  shirts*. And in random concert news - there was some random drunk 60 year old woman (priceless!) who had to be escorted out cos she could barely stand, some girl fainted in the crowd right in front of me (over-excited much?) and some other random girl took her top off (like - everything!) and the cameras on stage zoomed in on her! Hehehe! (Die-hard fan? Or just really drunk? *shrugs* Who knows?)

AND (big ‘and’!) I got to meet Cameron Diaz! Yes, (in my head) from now on I’m officially a ‘celebrity-by-association’. (Boy do I wish!!!). When I walk into my local Tesco next time, I’m gonna ask for a personal shopper… It’s what I deserve dammit J – and if the shopper dares to look me in the eye, I’m throwing my phone at her (actually, scratch that, I can’t afford a new phone). (For those who haven’t cotton on, I’m just kidding! I did meet Cameron Diaz though!)

And, who should knock on my door today but ‘le hunky New Zealander’(see here)…Yes, since my trip to Paris (see here) I speak French now… Hehehe! For those who aren’t as well versed in French like I obviously am, that translates to “the hunky New Zealander” (try saying New Zealander when you’re drunk…Mouthful, much?). Anyway, he came over to ask me out on a date… Okay, that might be wishful thinking on my part there and a weeeeeeeeeee exaggeration/lie! Hehehe! He did come over but to ask my flatmate and I to come over for his house warming party. I was feeling all special and sexy…till I heard him knock on the next door and invite them over too! Ouch!!! Anyway, I’m (kinda) still in the game (I think) and seeing as I’m not one to say no to a party (who in their right mind ever does?), what’s a girl to do but attend a neighbour’s housewarming when invited? In the meanwhile, enjoy the pictures from the show below

(N.B. I took these photos with my phone so they’re not the best quality!)

Concert Stage

Pet Shop Boys did the warm up

Howard, Jason, Mark and Gary came on first

And then Robbie...

The boys all got together

We got some confetti

And a giant caterpillar

And some 'fire-play'

And (in several stages) the huge giant man stood up by the end of the concert! Amazing!


And the MAIN HIGHLIGHT from the show –

- Robbie ripped his pants during the first song…(and that’s not all…) He then went over the crowd showing off what was underneath the ripped pants and finally HE TOOK HIS PANTS OFF! *faints* *swoons* The concert got interesting for me from this point on… I definitely fell in love a little here.  I was so excited I couldn’t even take a proper photo! *hangs head in shame*

Anyway, it’s getting late now and I’m off to go listen to some more Take That songs and dream of my Take That boys… Good night folks

Three Strikes!

Okay, so based on everyone’s advise (thanks people! xxxxx) I finally decided to go over and introduce myself to the hot Aussie that just moved in next door (see here). Before this though, my flat mate (and lovely friend – I’m contractually obliged to add that second bit … hehe!) upon arriving back from work promptly cracked opened a bottle of wine (I swear that girl’s an alcoholic!). Of course, I couldn’t leave her to drink alone and no, it’s not what you think, we just had a couple of glasses with a nice creamy pasta, chicken and pancetta dish… (Yum!). After dinner, I summed up the courage to go say hello (I have to admit the wine helped too).

Despite the advise of some fantastic people on this blog, I’m afraid to say I did not go armed with food of any kind. I figured I wouldn’t eat anything a stranger brought to my house so why expect the same from him? In retrospect, that was mostly my laziness talking as I probably could have gone over with some wine or something. Anyway, I digress, just before I got to his, I undid a top button of my top. Not so that everything was all hanging out but enough to look casual and yet inviting …I hope! Figured it’s about time the ‘fun-bags’ earned their keep. (Yes, that’s what I’m calling them now). I knocked on the door four times (harder with each time) and after a few moments and some shuffling sounds, the door opened and there he stood - tall, tanned, blond and with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen (…or were they green, who cares? He’s hot! And the light wasn’t the brightest in that hallway…). He said hello and I introduced myself as a neighbour and said I’d just come round to say ‘hi and welcome’…(bla bla bla) and as I was about to go on about what a nice building this was (dull, I know but I was running out of things to talk about)….what should come out of my mouth but a garlicky burp. OH – DEAR – GOODNESS! First thing I thought was “I hope he doesn’t smell it” and then I thought, “Even if he doesn’t smell it; he heard it! The effect would be exactly the same!” (Strike 1!)

I have no one else to blame but myself here. I’d been feeling the need to burp before I got to his (you know the feeling, when it’s kinda just lingering but not ready to come out) but I was so preoccupied with thinking of what to say I’d ignored it. I was so embarrassed but he laughed (phew!) and I followed suit and panic laughed too. It was shrill and I must have sounded like a deranged hyena! (Strike 2!! C’mon girl!!!)… I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Even more embarrassed, I carried on and was rewarded with the details on him. Name -Jim, moved to London 3 years ago, lives with a friend from New Zealand – where he’s apparently from (Hey, I never said I was good at accent, those two accents sound similar enough to me. Thank goodness, I hadn’t said anything to him about my “Australian Assumption”), he works in a leisure centre as a ‘something-something-something manager’. Okay by this point I’d kinda glazed over. He has the most fantastic pair of lips and perfect teeth to match – I’d actually started to fantasize about those lips and what they could do…..Mmmm… “Oh, well it was nice meeting you” He said, quickly pulling me (kicking and screaming) back to reality “You too!” I said. “Don’t be a stranger and pop over and say hi or come for lunch or something!” (“Easy Tiger!” I thought, subtlety was the name of the game, not verbal-diarrhea). With that I shook his hand and did a weird mix of a bow and a courtesy… (Dear goodness! Someone get me the hell outta here! Strike 3!!!)

On reflection, I don’t think that was too bad… Or was it? (What do you think?) I’m still not 100% sure. Thankfully, I have a bit of a distraction from that this weekend. My cousin’s getting married and we’re whisking her off to Paris for her hen night! Whoop Whoop! That’s one of the joys of living in London – cheap holidays to Europe! I need a break (from myself!)… Gotta dash now… Speak later.

Hottie Alert!!! Help needed!

Okay, a new guy just moved in next door and from what I’ve seen so far, he has the body of a god! He’s Australian… (gotta love the accent) and I’ve been running to the door all evening to peep through the keyhole (desperate much?!) whenever I hear him outside. I think he’s done with his moving in and finally settled for the night but he’s managed to unsettle me! Wish I could put up a picture up to show you… (Sorry people but I can't. I'm preeeeeetty sure that would be borderline stalking...) Dear goodness, he’s delicious. Okay people, I’m gonna have to figure out a subtle way of introducing myself  and I’m usually rubbish at stuff like this! Help needed please!!!! Please send ideas my way! (Please leave a comment below...) What should I do?!