So it REALLY was the Blue Loo & p.s Stalking is the new black

I had some time to think, or dwell, on why it didn't work out with the last guy.
& as much as I don't want to admit it, it may have something to do with the Blue Loo curse.. I mean aside from him being a jerk.


I have mentioned the blue loo & how every guy who uses it either ditches me or never speaks to me again, so no wonder it didn't work out.
I am never letting a guy go to that toilet ever again, I don't care if you shit yourself. I don't care if you have to go outside & pee in the garden, because obviously if you use the toilet I won't be seeing you again.


It's funny the things parents say, my dad just asked me the other night what happened with the "kiwi" I'd gone out with. I was a bit vague & said it didn't work out. His comment was "yeah no wonder it's because he had a secret wife & kids in NZ, I told ya so".. what the?


Yes.. that's why it didn't work, although with my track record the truth in that is quite possible.


In the next few weeks I will working on drinking a lot of alcohol & finding someone else to fall in love with (temporarily of cos, as I'm waiting for Luke Perry).


Last night I decided to go drinking, for a stupidly loud person sober, I manage to get even louder when I'm drunk. But no doubt I was myself, a stupid smart arse.. & charmed another "victim" & scored a number.. so no doubt he will also have a secret wife & kids in NZ & I'll have another blog entry.


I also got a text last night from a FB friend asking if I really was at The Lass.. haha I guess my FB check-ins are a little all over the shop. Lets just say I honestly don't spend ANY time at "Bikini Island Charlestown Square" for obvious reasons.


Sometimes I check into Henny Penny at midnight.. I mean c'mon I'm a fatty at heart but I'm not at Henny Penny at midnight. (despite the fact it's closed by what 10pm)


I started checking in to random places as a joke.. & mainly to prevent stalkers. As there was once a guy... who liked to conventiently "show up" to the places I was checked into. So thanks FB for making stalking acceptable behaviour.


I mean I at least stalk in private & just look at posts & pics etc. Which is totally acceptable. I don't rock up at the movies or a restaurant because someone's there. (although if I was friends with Luke Perry & he was in Newcastle I'd be there)


I have had a few stalkers.. & I'm sure I've done weird shit, like write love letters & poems to the boys in highschool who didn't love me.. haha I mean I never gave them to them .. I wasn't that weird.


A few years back, on my morning Maryland Servo drop in I would have a chat to the guy behind the counter. It was a regular thing for me, I read A LOT of magazines at work. So eventually he started chatting more, and even flirting with me. Which I didn't know what to do with.. who flirts with me? no one decent that's who.


One day I changed my routine & called in AFTER work instead of before (oOoOo I'm a risk taker). So he was knocking off & I just sort of gave him a fake smile as he was walking out. I got my petrol & whatever else & drove off home. Here he was driving behind me. Which was fine.. except then I realised he was actually following me. I live in a dead end street. Surely if you wanted to know where I live you could've asked, or at least made an excuse to speak to me not just try & duck & drive on past me when I pull into the drive way.


Me being me couldn't resist mentioning this the next time I saw him.. "so you often visit dead end streets & do you-turns"? he was super embarrassed.. but hey he asked me out. I didn't have much going on, or any other options at the time so I agreed.


& yup he was weird in person.


We went out twice, once to the movies, & I drove & picked him up. Except he invited me in & I had to meet his parents. This was all a bit much, especially when his mum in her koala embroidered jumper asked me what my favourite colour was as she was crocheting around face washers & would make me some for my glory box.


After freaking out , I realised shortly after a glory box is not a euphemism for vagina. AT ALL. It was still weird though, or maybe it was a nice gesture & I'm weird?


Our second date we went to Wests with some of my friends, and he spent all night in the toilet then told me he had a bad case of the runs & wanted to leave.. if only the Blue Loo was around at that stage, that would've gotten rid of him for good.


I had to spend the next few weeks avoiding the damn servo & going to the newsagent instead. How inconvenient.


He recently tried to add me on FB, I accepted so I could see what he's up too now, turns out he's married with kids.. probably with a whole heap of amazing crocheted face washers. So I had a quick stalk then deleted it, totally acceptable behaviour. Right?

Return of The Mack

So I was on blogcation.

I thought that was only fair whilst I was spending sometime with someone new, dating you could even call it, that I went on a blog break.

Clearly it didn't work out.
Trust me.. I tried I really did. But I came to the conclusion that I actually deserve better then I give myself credit for.

When I stopped looking, I thought I might've found someone. Unfortunately I have this "type" that I can't escape.
Lets refer to them as the "blue collared hunter valley type".

After a few dates, it wasn't clear whether he was interested. He was when communicating with me, via text etc.
But not in person, that should've been my first clue.
In person I felt like the "mate", which sometimes it's nice to start off as friends. But there has to be a little flirting or affection right?
There was none, this should've been my next clue.
Note to self if someone kisses you like they'd kiss their Grandma its time to move on.

Maybe I bury my head in the sand sometimes & hope for the best out of these situations.
Hoping that I've found my happy ending that I keep wanting to find (& failing)

I can't say anything bad, well anything too bad, about this person.
But it was falling back into the same scenario that always seems to happen.
Choosing other things other me. Generally those other things are drinking.

Instead of being the crazy worrying type who thinks the world is going to end if this doesnt work out, yes I had my dramatic emotional moments, but they were actually unrelated to this.
Overall, I was reasonable & relaxed about seeing him & not being my usual stress head.

Even the times I got ditched for whatever reason, I didn't complain about it or make a big deal about it.
& when I had to pay my own way, which is fine I have money, I didn't think anything of it.

Then I had a realisation, I actually don't want to be ditched or be second best, especially over the other option being alcohol.
I also might enjoy having the odd movie ticket bought for me, or the odd dinner out. No doubt I'd return the favour.
When you're dating a girl, aren't you meant to make them feel special?
Why didn't I feel special?

The final straw, when I really went, yup ok Jannah move on.
Is when I was trying to be accepting that the one night, & first night we decided to spend together, he got drunk & ditched me.
He stayed in town with his mates & I came home,by myself, then awoke to the doorbell ringing at 2am & then to the delightful sounds of snoring. 

I shouldn't HAVE to be accepting of that. So I'm NOT going to accept it. 


& I'll move on now. Onto bigger & better. 


I'm also back blogging, & still have plenty of stories to share.