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The Friend Zone.

Oh Jane, your the girl I totally wanted in high school. 

(Source: haymitchkins, via thebigescribbles)

Hey tumbler people!

I think I’ll have to make 2011 as ‘The year of being a hard core single person’.
Seeing as I’ve found more and more friends of mine falling into relationships. Just out of the blue. It’s like “oh yeah, I’ve been going out with this girl for like 4 months now. Did I tell you?”. Which my reaction is basically the same. Confusion.

You see, I’ve been out of the dating game for a while now.
Not the one night stand game. I’m still playing that game. Yet after a while, comparing your life with your friend’s, make the whole thing seem hollow. Not because of the random hooking up done mostly under the influence of alcohol, then waking up to begin the search for your pants, shoes and underwear. (not necessarily in that order) It’s more to do with the fact they seem happy. Plus they have access to regular sex in a familiar location, rather than having to pull out their I-phone to check the map to see where the hell they are each morning after.
So, being out of the dating game. I would believe I’m rusty in the field of holding on to lasting relationship.

I’ve just forgotten how. Plus, I don’t seem to be meeting the right girls. Every girl seems streets ahead of me. It’s like everyone studied for an exam except for me. I mean, how? How do you find the right girl? Age old question, I know. Completely cliche. Yet, How?

It’s become that women have a taste in men that only they can see.
For example; I’m sure we’ve all been at a party and seen a stunning creature of just perfect shape and intelligence. You get on very very well with them. To only have to about face in mid conversation, when they mention that they are in a relationship and how ‘amazing’ it is. We think to our self, “Damn it. This person they are dating must be charming and one of the most attractive people”. This is when they wish to point out the person to which they seem so attracted to. Only you look around, searching for this glowing, radiant personality that they must be referring to with in the crowd. Yet see no one but a social out cast, wearing a t-shirt from ‘Ed Hardy’ and with a face that must of been smashed in by a baby with a crowbar. Plus, they speak as if that very same baby taught them english. It’s utter shock to see the person you have a great many things in common with. Seem to adore and fall to their knees in awe of this kind of person. It makes no sense. It feels insulting in a way.
How could it go so wrong?

In the end, who am I to argue in these matters of (what I see as) warped affection? Heck, I’m single and asking for help.

If freaks and beauties can get together out of uncanny fortune. Then why can’t a 24 year old Australian, from Melbourne do the same?

I’ll let you pick which one of those two options you’d file me under.


(S-H)

Last couple of days.

The last couple of days I’ve been out late.
With a good reason. Seeing as I like spending time with people. Plus work is dull at the moment so it’s way better going out for drinks at my bar than go back home.
I think so anyway. You might think otherwise and enjoy a day of work which is followed by then heading home to watch the box. Up to you really.

So I was out with my friends on Wednesday and Thursday.
Wednesday was a catch up and shooting the breaze. Talking of school, the old days and this guy who we both knew. Who we remember was a bag of tools back in the day. Most of the time we didn’t even know why he hung out with us. He was just there. Then somehow I got suck with him. Seeing as my friend cut him lose after a pretty wild night for all of us. Suffice to say. Our ex-buddy made an ass out of him self. So my mate pushed him aside. Then I was stuck with him.
(This leads into a big other story. SPOILER. We are no longer friends either.)
We had a good chuckle about the times and misadventures we’ve had. The parties. The late night jaunts around town. The Goon pillows. The drunk times. The teams we’ve been in since primary school. The places we’ve gone. The friends we keep. The good years and the crap years. Oh, such good times and classic hits. 

Still many more to come.

We were in this reflective mood seeing as my mate’s birthday was on Thursday. So it was time to look to the past and deal with the future. Time to get the demons out and into the light. So we did that day. For about 4 hours or more. 
Which was followed by the party on the Thursday, in which drinking and karaoke was where the demons come out to play. I think they took hold of my mate pretty well too. Forcing him to sing David Bowie’s ‘space oddity’ at full power. To the awe struck audience. That or the drunk audience. Hard to tell when you are in a room full of drunks, watching drunks on stage.  It was great. Yet why oh why did i have to work today. (Hangover glasses. My best friend.)

NOW. Today (Friday) Is my best buddy’s B-day! 
That’s right, another one. One after another. It’s like I only pick friends who keep to a neat order. Save me having to remember. Yet again, Facebook is doing a good job reminding people these days. Now if it could only remember to get me up in the morning and provide me with a Berocca. Then that would be something.
So yeah, he’s 23 today! *Grabs an old black and white silver framed photo of his dear friend, off his 1920’s style bureau.* He grew up so fast. I’m so proud of him. The lil fella getting all man shaped and using english. Such a hero. *chokes up with pride*
Ha ha ha!  
Party is at a restaurant in Crown and I’m planning to get drunk…in a classy way. (That makes sense, yeah.) But I still haven’t found a good gift from him. He has all the stuff he needs right now. Must think. Clocks a tickin’. Maybe, Eggs? Fine Cheese? Two busty gals who will carry him about like Elvis had?
Hmmmmmm.
I need thinking music.

I’ll get him something good.

Other news.
Still haven’t had time to figure out who ‘Adrian’ was from last week yet. I’m working on that.


(S-H)