…alarming co-incidences

Just a mid-week update to tell you all a funny story that I thought I wouldn’t mention but have decided I should (since this is meant to be the place where I store all the drama, why not?).

As regular readers will attest, I have not had much dating luck of late, what with the crazy northerner, the Spaniard and, more recently, the Chef of Death. Still, last week had a distinctly bohemian feel to it so I thought “why not?” when I got hit on by two different guys on two different nights in two different places - and who wouldn’t be flattered? As it was, when I arrived at the home of the second guy I was like, “This looks familiar”: they were only bloody HOUSEMATES!!! (I know I sound like a biblical whore, but I’m really very well behaved). Anyway, what are the chances of that!? If anyone has a worse story, I’d be thrilled (and relieved) to hear it!

Aside from that, by popular demand you can finally view the photos from the various events at which I have had a camera (click here if you’re lazy, or go to the blog in question, where I have added the necessary links).

Over and out.

One Response to “…alarming co-incidences”

  1. Gravatar imageThe benefits of an internet alias | Sven's guide to Oz says:

    [...] There are a couple of reasons for this.  When I started blogging, I worked for a company that (a) I hated, and (b) would quite happily sack me for publicly announcing that I hated them.  The last thing I wanted was to end up a cautionary tale for a generation of net users on how not to vent about your shitty work place.  Secondly, I don’t want an internet stalker.  Or identity theft.  Or a dead cat turning up in my letterbox one day from an “admirer”.  Keeping a bit of distance between the internet me and the real me seems to have kept the loonies at bay for now.  But the main reason for creating an online alias at the time, was that I was going on A LOT of dates, and without exception, all of them were awful.  I felt a bit bad slagging them off if they could search for it but with a secret identity (and providing I didn’t use their real names) I felt much better about the Chef of Death, and the tale of two housemates. [...]

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