Weekender
Of course, after a weekend of it totally bucketing it down it is now blue skied and sunny of a Monday afternoon. Still bloody freezing. The office heating is left off over the weekend (very sensible financial and environmental precaution) and takes a good run up and a downhill dash to become even tepid before 4pm.
Went to a meet-up on Friday with tyrell which was good but odd because I was subjected to strange masculine behaviours (not tyrell he's a grown up) that I later realised were chat-up lines or, potentially, mating rituals from some semi-human sub-species which had me confused with one of his kind. I wasn't looking at him, he was in my eyeline, accidently. But he honed in on it anyway, despite my attempts at blank, shark eyes. If you could draw the exact opposite of things that I am attracted to, you'd end up with him. A fat-faced man with a curl of greased hair. In a bad suit. He was jabbering on in a wide-boy accent about iphones, having clocked the fact that I had one (and was actually talking to someone else about it) and because he had one therefore we must have stuff in common. "yeah, those apps are rubbish, I was on facebook but then people could contact me and they were fuckers and I thought what's the point..." Uh-huh. He keeps talking. I keep paying no attention. He looks at my pint, then looks at the chocolate on the table, then looks at me. Pause. "You won't be able to do more of that once you are past 30" I blink. It's possible he's just making noises, but he is looking at me, and gesturing at the items. He carries on: "You'll lose your figure." I think he is attempting to endear me to him on the grounds of making me so fearful for impending beer-and-chocolate waist exansion that he might look like a good option. I didn't really have anything to say. I could have tried to re-educate him, but I don't think I have enough time, or that the end result would be worth anything much.
Someone else bobs in to view, he's about twelve. With a long blond pony tail, an expression of intense earnestness and chipped teeth. He radiates untapped innocence. And keeness. The thing he is keen in, appears to be, well, everything that I am also keen on. How exciting. He spots my Ankh earrings. He has just been at witchfest. He is a shaman with a coven. And stuff. Oh yes. And did a ritual on Halloween (his word, not mine) that was so cool he then saw a figure in a black hood. On Halloween. How unexpected. Fortunately he was also a smoker and so needed to go for a cigarette in the wake of my total lack of response.
On the plus side, there were drinks, chocolate and people I hadn't seen in a while. On the downside, I completely wigged out on Saturday and had to spend most of the day in bed before being gently persuaded to leave the house by kangeiko then repeatedly assured (in the manner of an idiot) by both her and queenspanky that no, of course I was going to be ok, and that I will find someone who is right for me and not a total spanner and that I won't suddenly become the size of Mars this time next year and be forced into marriage to a rhino in badly fitting pinstripe.
Sunday was spent in a sugar haze roleplaying (badly) through alasdair 's Unknown Armies game (sorry) and watching Mad Men.
Went to a meet-up on Friday with tyrell which was good but odd because I was subjected to strange masculine behaviours (not tyrell he's a grown up) that I later realised were chat-up lines or, potentially, mating rituals from some semi-human sub-species which had me confused with one of his kind. I wasn't looking at him, he was in my eyeline, accidently. But he honed in on it anyway, despite my attempts at blank, shark eyes. If you could draw the exact opposite of things that I am attracted to, you'd end up with him. A fat-faced man with a curl of greased hair. In a bad suit. He was jabbering on in a wide-boy accent about iphones, having clocked the fact that I had one (and was actually talking to someone else about it) and because he had one therefore we must have stuff in common. "yeah, those apps are rubbish, I was on facebook but then people could contact me and they were fuckers and I thought what's the point..." Uh-huh. He keeps talking. I keep paying no attention. He looks at my pint, then looks at the chocolate on the table, then looks at me. Pause. "You won't be able to do more of that once you are past 30" I blink. It's possible he's just making noises, but he is looking at me, and gesturing at the items. He carries on: "You'll lose your figure." I think he is attempting to endear me to him on the grounds of making me so fearful for impending beer-and-chocolate waist exansion that he might look like a good option. I didn't really have anything to say. I could have tried to re-educate him, but I don't think I have enough time, or that the end result would be worth anything much.
Someone else bobs in to view, he's about twelve. With a long blond pony tail, an expression of intense earnestness and chipped teeth. He radiates untapped innocence. And keeness. The thing he is keen in, appears to be, well, everything that I am also keen on. How exciting. He spots my Ankh earrings. He has just been at witchfest. He is a shaman with a coven. And stuff. Oh yes. And did a ritual on Halloween (his word, not mine) that was so cool he then saw a figure in a black hood. On Halloween. How unexpected. Fortunately he was also a smoker and so needed to go for a cigarette in the wake of my total lack of response.
On the plus side, there were drinks, chocolate and people I hadn't seen in a while. On the downside, I completely wigged out on Saturday and had to spend most of the day in bed before being gently persuaded to leave the house by kangeiko then repeatedly assured (in the manner of an idiot) by both her and queenspanky that no, of course I was going to be ok, and that I will find someone who is right for me and not a total spanner and that I won't suddenly become the size of Mars this time next year and be forced into marriage to a rhino in badly fitting pinstripe.
Sunday was spent in a sugar haze roleplaying (badly) through alasdair 's Unknown Armies game (sorry) and watching Mad Men.