As if I haven't got enough to do, I thought I'd come back and have another go at this since I'm having another go at dating. It's been 18 months and so here's the update:
One particular rainy day where there's absolutely nothing to do except gossip on Facebook, I was heralded with congratulations. Apparently Simon and I had finally hooked up and were an item. Sealed the deal. Confused at the sudden leap to this gem of gossip making its way round the rumour mill, I enquired as to what led to this conclusion. Apparently Simon the Bus Driver's car had been seen parked outside my house. Momentarily puzzled, I then suggested that I lived next to a vineyard that had tour buses visit it all the day long and might that have been the reason? Some weeks later, the story had been further clarified. Apparently it wasn't Simon the Bus Driver's car that was seen parked outside my house - it was my car that was seen parked outside his house for several days in fact so the assumption was that things had gone very well indeed for us. I thought about this for a few minutes and then it came to me - I had in fact (at another friend's suggestion), parked opposite her house a few weeks back so she could watch my car while I went to Wellington for several days so that I could avoid bus or parking issues when I arrived back with my tired son. She lived, as it happened, opposite Simon the Bus Driver. This was as close as we got to any sort of romantic connection whatsoever.
The only other encounter I had on said Island was at their own small version of Kiwi Burn - which in turn is New Zealand's small version of Burning Man - ie. pretty much a dance and a drink or two. I had my hair in two pigtails and headed for the "Domes" which were round rooms a bit like a Hobbit's house. There were constant DJ's going, a bonfire and an outside area with a swing seat. I made a beeline for the cutest guy at the party, but when I took a wee break to check in with the girls, I was informed that this guy was trouble and had been jailed for killing a man. At my utter dismay at hearing this, I decided there was only one thing for it: I must ask him about it. Apparently between this conversation and my constant need to fall over due to being body stoned from the marijuana chocolate, he lost interest in me. So ends the sum total of my experiences of men at that time. Well, there was one other - but that's a whole other story for a whole other blog ;)
- My son is now 5 years old and going to school and I'm seriously seriously busy juggling him, part-time work and part-time (nearly full time) study at Masters level and a home owner now (woohoo!)
- I'm still separated from my husband and intend on getting a divorce this year. The love has gone, the pain has gone, the trust has gone. And I deserve something better.
- I'm still not really sure what I'm doing but I'm definitely a lot further along since last I was here
One particular rainy day where there's absolutely nothing to do except gossip on Facebook, I was heralded with congratulations. Apparently Simon and I had finally hooked up and were an item. Sealed the deal. Confused at the sudden leap to this gem of gossip making its way round the rumour mill, I enquired as to what led to this conclusion. Apparently Simon the Bus Driver's car had been seen parked outside my house. Momentarily puzzled, I then suggested that I lived next to a vineyard that had tour buses visit it all the day long and might that have been the reason? Some weeks later, the story had been further clarified. Apparently it wasn't Simon the Bus Driver's car that was seen parked outside my house - it was my car that was seen parked outside his house for several days in fact so the assumption was that things had gone very well indeed for us. I thought about this for a few minutes and then it came to me - I had in fact (at another friend's suggestion), parked opposite her house a few weeks back so she could watch my car while I went to Wellington for several days so that I could avoid bus or parking issues when I arrived back with my tired son. She lived, as it happened, opposite Simon the Bus Driver. This was as close as we got to any sort of romantic connection whatsoever.
The only other encounter I had on said Island was at their own small version of Kiwi Burn - which in turn is New Zealand's small version of Burning Man - ie. pretty much a dance and a drink or two. I had my hair in two pigtails and headed for the "Domes" which were round rooms a bit like a Hobbit's house. There were constant DJ's going, a bonfire and an outside area with a swing seat. I made a beeline for the cutest guy at the party, but when I took a wee break to check in with the girls, I was informed that this guy was trouble and had been jailed for killing a man. At my utter dismay at hearing this, I decided there was only one thing for it: I must ask him about it. Apparently between this conversation and my constant need to fall over due to being body stoned from the marijuana chocolate, he lost interest in me. So ends the sum total of my experiences of men at that time. Well, there was one other - but that's a whole other story for a whole other blog ;)
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