child of my generation

I’ve moved us from facebook to msn. So far it’s going good. And although we’ve been chatting for an hour there has been no sexual referrences what so ever. Rare. This sort of half-anonymous communication usually makes people a lot bolder and a bit more wicked than in real life.

But Curly’s a pretty interresting guy. Found out that he’s soon-to-be 30, which I wouldn’t have guessed… Shit, I just forgot what he looked like. Wonder what that means. I could always log in to facebook and check it out I suppose. But what I should really be doing is pack, since I’m going back to my hometown for the week end and plan to give away most of my shoes to my best friend. Won’t be able to take them all with me to Hong Kong in a month or two anyways, so better just give them to someone who’ll love them.

We did decide to meet up the week after next, though, me and Curly. Some sort of jazz jam on a tuesday. If I didn’t know better I’d say it was a date, but either way… it’s gonna be fun.

cupcake

Rocker Chick calls me to see if I’m free to hang out. I’m unfortunately busy, and when I call her up, almost two hours later she’s already at home and feeling a bit under the weather, apparently.

I feel stupid for a second or two, but how am I supposed to know she’d call me out of the blue, wanting to meet up immediately? I suppose I could’ve left my schedule clear, but then I realize that that would make me Rocker Chicks bitch. It’s too bad though, I haven’t seen her since that night at the club when we were both really drunk, and I was kinda looking forward to seeing how we’d interract. Man, I just got a flashback. She’s so cute. (I want her!)

I’m gonna have to invite her to come stay with me for a weekend. I wonder if she’d dare to come?

Maybe tomorrow, if she’s still isn’t feeling good, I could stop by her place with some cupcakes or something, before I hop on a bus to go back to my “other home” to make up for the fact that I’m so popular I didn’t have time for her when she called.

relax

I’m meeting Rocker Chick, either tonight to go out for drinks, and maybe trying to sneak her away to a gay club where we can make out without raising any straight eyebrows, or tomorrow for coffe. I’m kind of ambivalent as to how I should act around her. Friendly, but not too friendly maybe?

It’s not like I’m in love with her and in my opinion, anything less than love shouldn’t be treated too seriously. I just wish everyone else would realize that and let loose a little bit. Dating shouldn’t have to be a deadly serious thing.

adore me

I just had a chat with two ladies about men and their lack of capability to grasp that a woman is in to them. One of them, Ozzy, is apparently trying to get a guy to understand that she want to spend some time with him without a bunch of friends loitering about. She’s not sure if he’s in to her, which complicates things a little, but me and this other girl are giving her complete opposite advice. “Call him!” “Don’t call him!” “Tell him how you feel!” “Trick him in to going with you on a non-date!” And while we’re talking and debating I realize that I’ve barely had this problem at all. The men (and women) I’ve been involved with (except for my very first boyfriend) have all adored me. They’ve looked at me with complete facination and awe. And I have played my part well in keeping up the charade. Alice – the intriguing woman.

 

And now as I’m thinking about Rocker Chick and my half-assed attempt to get her to understand that she should date me, I realize that this is the first time I’m thinking about attempting a chase where the victim in question is not already on the hook, so to speak. Althought, she did say that if she were to sleep with a girl she’d definitely sleep with me, and later the same evening her answer to my question: “So when are we gonna sleep together, ey?” was not a bothered look and an attempt to change the subject, but simply ” have my period…”

What do you think, folks? Do I have a chance?

 

labels

I realised on this trip to Paris with Turtle that we are in fact more than “nothing”. I’ve been telling myself, and anyone who asks, that we’re bascally just friends. But that’s not really true. We don’t hang out as friends. And so I suddenly realized that we’re most likely “dating”. We’re more than friends, but not boyfriend & girlfriend. That was, for some reason, good news. Now I have a label on or relationshisp, and have kind of, a chart to follow, not that that’s necessary, but the feeling that I should be weirded out by our relationship kid of vanished… Damn. Unfortunately, I’m writing this while drunk so I cannot continue this trail of thought, but I will definitely keep you updated if something new happens.