cut to the chase.
I know. Long time, no post. Get over it.
Welcome to my mind.
So, apart from work, (which is going brilliantly, I might add) life in general has been going pretty well. There's various minor influences and situations I wont go into at this time (but they're all either fine, great, or nothing worth worrying about or confusing enough for me to just shut my mouth at this point), but there is one thing that's bothering me, big time, hence my sudden desire to post.
There's this guy who lives in the same building. Let's call him Robert, because that's his name, and I'm really past caring about offending anyone, especially him. Robert's unit is downstairs & two over to the left from mine, and he's been bugging the crap out of me lately. It's been fine, no problem for a while now, he's just that kind of guy who sees someone & decides to talk to them. Which has been fine, just a simple case of saying "Oh well, I've got things to do, see ya later mate" when you get bored of it.
Until last Friday night, when I was sitting on my balcony, my next-door-neighbour (K) was sitting on his balcony, and Robert decided to come and talk to us. Which was fine, until K decided to go inside..which left me & Robert. Cutting a long story short, Robert ends up saying that he'd come upstairs to talk to me, because he "didn't want K to hear this".
*pause*
My hackles rose, red flags were waving all over the place, and I started feeling quite edgy and uncomfortable at this point.
So, suddenly, he's standing at the top of the stairs, talking at me (yes, 'at' me) through the screen door, saying that he was going to be home all weekend, and if I got bored, I should come down for a coffee or "whatever you want to do".
At this point I was thinking "All I want to do is pretend that this conversation never happened..."
So that was the end of that part of the story.. I made sure I was busy all weekend, then, come Sunday night, he appears underneath my balcony again... and proceeds to apologise because he wasn't home all weekend... he went up to Cape Tribulation at the last minute, and didn't get back till 7 that night, and he was helping a mate cut up this tree that had fallen on some poor suckers' house, and he stepped on a nail, and this happened, and that happened, and they were fishing and there was this crocs' nest there and his car's so dirty after the trip that he'll have to go get it washed.. blah blah blah blah...
My thoughts: "Didn't notice you weren't home, wasn't here myself, why do I need to know this shit, why am I sitting here listening to this....?"
Nothing much happened over the week, as I didn't see him much, thankfully. Apart from a couple of conversations with Steve about it, where he's made *the* offer of the century: "Just let me know if I have to go have a little chat with him. Y'know - make him come to his senses and realise that it's just not going to happen"
Until last night. Again, there I am, sitting on the balcony, minding my own business, K's sitting on his balcony, also minding his own business (though I hadn't noticed). Robert & J (yet another neighbour) wander up. They've been down at the pool & had a BBQ, apparently.
"Oh you guys should have come down for the bbq!" My thought: "Sorry, I don't care to socialise with people I don't like". So he starts telling me about how he played footy (AFL, by the way..) that day, he was going to give it up, but after today, he might play another season, he played a full game for the over 35's, an then half a match for the senior team, and then they start about fishing, and yea throwing a line off Marlin Jetty'd be a good idea, and hey we might do that tomorrow night ay? *BOOM* You wanna come with us Lisa? Uh, no, I got bored with fishing when I was 10.... yadda yadda, bullshit, bullshit, K goes back inside, I get a phone call, J leaves, phone call ends, and *BOOM* there it is. Again.
"Hey, that offer's still open, ay. You should come on down for a drink sometime..." said with a *wink*.
*FEAR*
"Uhhh... yea.. thanks mate."
"Yea no worries...."
*SHUDDER*
It's not that he's an unattractive man, though I'm not attracted to him at all, but he has this really creepy kind of air around him. The main thing though, is that his conversation bores the crap out of me. I mean, hey, there's more to life than football, fishing, cars and beer. I know some people are amazed by this, but I am not one of them. Take K for example, now he's an older guy that I am also not attracted to, but K is a guy who is aware that there is a universe out there. he's aware of politics, of different countries and cultures (and has even lived in a few of them), and has witty response to most subjects. In short, K talks about more than football, fishing, cars and beer. Don't get me wrong, he *can* talk about football, fishing, cars and beer, but he chooses to talk about other things as well.
So I was talking to Steve about this again last night, and his comment was something along the lines of "Well, just go ahead and do it! I mean just think of what it's going to be like once he realises that you *are* a good root, and you get home from work to find him sitting on the stairs waiting for you.. and then you ditch him, cause he's a creepy motherfucker, and you *still* find him sitting on the stairs. Only this time, he's crying."
And all I could say was "What part of 'Thank you, but no, I don't want to sleep with an ageing, alcoholic, footy-playing, disgusting son-of-a-bitch yobbo-mechanic' DON'T you understand?"
*shudder*
So far today, I haven't seen him. But I've gotten to the point of checking to see if he's loitering outside before I go out onto the balcony. And that's just not right. This whole thing makes my freedom instinct scream at the thought of having to hide from people.
Scary MF's need to stay inside - away from me.
Ew.
Welcome to my mind.
So, apart from work, (which is going brilliantly, I might add) life in general has been going pretty well. There's various minor influences and situations I wont go into at this time (but they're all either fine, great, or nothing worth worrying about or confusing enough for me to just shut my mouth at this point), but there is one thing that's bothering me, big time, hence my sudden desire to post.
There's this guy who lives in the same building. Let's call him Robert, because that's his name, and I'm really past caring about offending anyone, especially him. Robert's unit is downstairs & two over to the left from mine, and he's been bugging the crap out of me lately. It's been fine, no problem for a while now, he's just that kind of guy who sees someone & decides to talk to them. Which has been fine, just a simple case of saying "Oh well, I've got things to do, see ya later mate" when you get bored of it.
Until last Friday night, when I was sitting on my balcony, my next-door-neighbour (K) was sitting on his balcony, and Robert decided to come and talk to us. Which was fine, until K decided to go inside..which left me & Robert. Cutting a long story short, Robert ends up saying that he'd come upstairs to talk to me, because he "didn't want K to hear this".
*pause*
My hackles rose, red flags were waving all over the place, and I started feeling quite edgy and uncomfortable at this point.
So, suddenly, he's standing at the top of the stairs, talking at me (yes, 'at' me) through the screen door, saying that he was going to be home all weekend, and if I got bored, I should come down for a coffee or "whatever you want to do".
At this point I was thinking "All I want to do is pretend that this conversation never happened..."
So that was the end of that part of the story.. I made sure I was busy all weekend, then, come Sunday night, he appears underneath my balcony again... and proceeds to apologise because he wasn't home all weekend... he went up to Cape Tribulation at the last minute, and didn't get back till 7 that night, and he was helping a mate cut up this tree that had fallen on some poor suckers' house, and he stepped on a nail, and this happened, and that happened, and they were fishing and there was this crocs' nest there and his car's so dirty after the trip that he'll have to go get it washed.. blah blah blah blah...
My thoughts: "Didn't notice you weren't home, wasn't here myself, why do I need to know this shit, why am I sitting here listening to this....?"
Nothing much happened over the week, as I didn't see him much, thankfully. Apart from a couple of conversations with Steve about it, where he's made *the* offer of the century: "Just let me know if I have to go have a little chat with him. Y'know - make him come to his senses and realise that it's just not going to happen"
Until last night. Again, there I am, sitting on the balcony, minding my own business, K's sitting on his balcony, also minding his own business (though I hadn't noticed). Robert & J (yet another neighbour) wander up. They've been down at the pool & had a BBQ, apparently.
"Oh you guys should have come down for the bbq!" My thought: "Sorry, I don't care to socialise with people I don't like". So he starts telling me about how he played footy (AFL, by the way..) that day, he was going to give it up, but after today, he might play another season, he played a full game for the over 35's, an then half a match for the senior team, and then they start about fishing, and yea throwing a line off Marlin Jetty'd be a good idea, and hey we might do that tomorrow night ay? *BOOM* You wanna come with us Lisa? Uh, no, I got bored with fishing when I was 10.... yadda yadda, bullshit, bullshit, K goes back inside, I get a phone call, J leaves, phone call ends, and *BOOM* there it is. Again.
"Hey, that offer's still open, ay. You should come on down for a drink sometime..." said with a *wink*.
*FEAR*
"Uhhh... yea.. thanks mate."
"Yea no worries...."
*SHUDDER*
It's not that he's an unattractive man, though I'm not attracted to him at all, but he has this really creepy kind of air around him. The main thing though, is that his conversation bores the crap out of me. I mean, hey, there's more to life than football, fishing, cars and beer. I know some people are amazed by this, but I am not one of them. Take K for example, now he's an older guy that I am also not attracted to, but K is a guy who is aware that there is a universe out there. he's aware of politics, of different countries and cultures (and has even lived in a few of them), and has witty response to most subjects. In short, K talks about more than football, fishing, cars and beer. Don't get me wrong, he *can* talk about football, fishing, cars and beer, but he chooses to talk about other things as well.
So I was talking to Steve about this again last night, and his comment was something along the lines of "Well, just go ahead and do it! I mean just think of what it's going to be like once he realises that you *are* a good root, and you get home from work to find him sitting on the stairs waiting for you.. and then you ditch him, cause he's a creepy motherfucker, and you *still* find him sitting on the stairs. Only this time, he's crying."
And all I could say was "What part of 'Thank you, but no, I don't want to sleep with an ageing, alcoholic, footy-playing, disgusting son-of-a-bitch yobbo-mechanic' DON'T you understand?"
*shudder*
So far today, I haven't seen him. But I've gotten to the point of checking to see if he's loitering outside before I go out onto the balcony. And that's just not right. This whole thing makes my freedom instinct scream at the thought of having to hide from people.
Scary MF's need to stay inside - away from me.
Ew.