If you make enough mistakes, do they stop being mistakes?
Life just likes throwing shit at us. The flat situation has not been resolved, my impending homelessness looms closer. My best friend in London (Angela) had to urgently fly back to Athens because her father is in hospital and its all looking rather touch and go. To make it more shit she missed her friend's hen party that she was the main organiser for (it was today) and we had tickets to go together to Florence and the Machine (so now I have to find someone who has £62 that I'd like to go with to concert instead, when I just want to go with Angela :( .)
And then there was the fucking referendum. What the fuck is wrong with the English (and Welsh)? Seriously!
I spent all friday at work wanting to cry. Which is why...
Rewind.
Angela recently started a new job where she immediately hit it off with a coworker who was cool and fun and italian and hitting on her. But has (had, has, who knows now?) a girlfriend. He is a super sociable guy who arranged a couple of socials with his friends to introduce her to all his single male friends to help her find a boyfriend. I went along too, as did her flatmates, who are cool girls and have become friends. She didn't find anyone she fancied. But a lot of his friends are really nice people we liked hanging out with. So we have been. Its been really good.
Angela might not have found anyone. I hit it off with one of his italian friends however. We agreed pretty fast we were really into each other, but trips and commitments and group outings (and my damn period) got in the way.
Fastforward.
Which is why as a result of my referendum hangover and generally being fed up of only shit things happening, I took matters into my own hands. I asked him what he was doing friday. He said he had a friend's birthday, but he was sure it would be cool if I came too if I wanted. I said "Awesome, I'll come and then you come home with me." He was kind of shocked at me being so forward, but thankfully didn't say no.
So he came home with me and it was slightly awkward and very good. He repeated several times that he doesn't usually sleep with people so fast, I repeated several times that we could just sleep if he wanted. We didn't just sleep.
I think there might be something there. How serious or long term I don't know. We have the occasional language barrier - we don't seem to be speaking the same english all the time. He is the oldest guy I have ever fancied at 6 years older than me (I don't know how I feel about that). And like all the guys I have ever gone out with, he is a hot mess. I just don't seem to be attracted to put together men.
And then there was the fucking referendum. What the fuck is wrong with the English (and Welsh)? Seriously!
I spent all friday at work wanting to cry. Which is why...
Rewind.
Angela recently started a new job where she immediately hit it off with a coworker who was cool and fun and italian and hitting on her. But has (had, has, who knows now?) a girlfriend. He is a super sociable guy who arranged a couple of socials with his friends to introduce her to all his single male friends to help her find a boyfriend. I went along too, as did her flatmates, who are cool girls and have become friends. She didn't find anyone she fancied. But a lot of his friends are really nice people we liked hanging out with. So we have been. Its been really good.
Angela might not have found anyone. I hit it off with one of his italian friends however. We agreed pretty fast we were really into each other, but trips and commitments and group outings (and my damn period) got in the way.
Fastforward.
Which is why as a result of my referendum hangover and generally being fed up of only shit things happening, I took matters into my own hands. I asked him what he was doing friday. He said he had a friend's birthday, but he was sure it would be cool if I came too if I wanted. I said "Awesome, I'll come and then you come home with me." He was kind of shocked at me being so forward, but thankfully didn't say no.
So he came home with me and it was slightly awkward and very good. He repeated several times that he doesn't usually sleep with people so fast, I repeated several times that we could just sleep if he wanted. We didn't just sleep.
I think there might be something there. How serious or long term I don't know. We have the occasional language barrier - we don't seem to be speaking the same english all the time. He is the oldest guy I have ever fancied at 6 years older than me (I don't know how I feel about that). And like all the guys I have ever gone out with, he is a hot mess. I just don't seem to be attracted to put together men.