On Finding a Summer Job

I've finally managed to find summer employment! I couldn't be happier, because it was imperative that I have some money coming in. At the end of the month, I have to go to Toronto to apply for my visa, and in order to obtain it, I have to prove I have sufficient funds to sustain myself for a month or two. I was told that $3,000 would be about the amount needed. I don't have $3,000. I don't even have $3. I'm not even lying. I wish I was! Instead, what I plan to do is move $3,000 from my line of credit, and try to pass that off as real coin when I go for the appointment. I'm a bit nervous to to go the bank and try to get them to print me a statement saying I have $3,000. We'll see. I may go plead my case to them; tell them that I will be bringing in around $48,000 dollars in a years time. But, in order to do so, I have to get to England, which means I have to move that $3,000. If they refuse to print me a statement saying I have the $3,000, for whatever reason, I'm going to move it anyways and print off the page online...not sure how legit that would be viewed as, by the people processing my Visa...but if it comes down to that, I will attempt it. Anyways, I need a summer job so that by the end of August I can have the $2,000 debt I have paid off, so that I can actually switch the $3,000 over and KEEP it there...and then slowly pay it off while I'm overseas. Ugh. Does that make ANY sense? I am bloody awful, I know. It is ridiculous.

Anyways, I probably shouldn't be talking too much about money on here. That's a rather personal topic.

So the new job is at the local Sobeys. I'm not sure where I will be working yet, but it's going to be cash, deli, or produce. The manager is going to call me on Saturday to let me know where she wants to start me, and what day. She told me sometime next week I can start. What a load off. I need the money like nobodies business. I'll have to be sure to book off June 30th as soon as I can...that's the day I have to take in all my paperwork for the Visa. I will lie and say I have wedding that day. I will start right off the bat requesting ONLY that day off, for the entire summer. I will work the rest, no problem. Or at least, I will try.

I'm sure the new job will afford much more to write about in here; there's always stuff going on at work!! I will meet new people, maybe make some new friends, and almost certainly experience some workplace drama. Hurray, can't wait to be a working girl again!

On the plus side, I spoke with K last night on MSN, and found out I am still invited to the wedding this weekend...or at least the reception and drinking that will take place after. I am totally fine with that, since I would feel a bit out of place at the actual wedding anyways, considering I don't know the bride or groom. I just know the grooms son...and am banging the grooms sons' friend. Heh heh. Apparently it's going to be tented sleepover, the night of. I must admit that I am excited about that, because it means (hopefully) a tent for K and myself....which means (hopefully) some time to throw it down. We haven't been able to have a romp in two weeks, and frankly I am ridiculously...amorous...if you catch my drift. I am going to be on him like spots on a dice. He better not get WD (Whiskey Dick) or anything of the like. No excuses! I need to get some, asap! Ha ha ha!

In other news, I've also rejoined Myspace....I've been a bit more secretive this time though, not using my real name. So hopefully I won't run into any problems, like I did last time. Anyways, the reason I did it was to kind of scope out the scene around Cambridge, so I can kind of get a feel for the types of people that live there. I've only added, and subsequently talked to, one guy from Cambridge since I re-inserted myself into the Myspace community. Being the picky person that I am, he's very hot. Ha ha ha. And, some of you might be happy to read this, he is 25. I don't think I will allow my penchant for young men to accompany me to England. I think I'm learning a valuable lesson here now, with my "Summer of Twenty". It won't be something I seek to do again...the maturity difference is startling at times. In England I will be sure to find men that are closer to my age and maturity level. Although, I could argue that no mature man exists, anywhere....so it may just be a hopeless search. But I digress. I've added this sexy Brit in the hopes that I might be able to get some valuable information about living and playing in and around Cambridge. And who knows...maybe I can make a friend out of him, in real time. You gotta start somewhere!

Well, I'm off for now!

Cheers

On Feeling Down In The Dumps (In Brief)

I don't really feel like I have the time, or the engery, to go into an elaborate blog today. However, I feel like I have been neglecting writing in here lately, and its not for a lack of time. More likely, it is a lack of effort. I've been so down in the dumps lately, that I just don't feel I can exert myself to come on here, and spill the beans. I also must admit that I feel some shame in myself, since most of what I would complain about is petty and irrational. All of it, I might add, has to do with the boy.

You see, I thought things were going pretty well with K. His friends all gushed about how he liked me, and how he hasn't been "this into a girl" in years. I couldn't have been happier to hear this news, and for awhile it put me in good spirits. However, his actions did not betray his feelings to me. While he still invites me out with him and his buddies at least one day per weekend (I should stress that I never see him during the week. I always rationalize to myself that he's a busy boy; he works all day, bikes a lot of nights, and he doesn't live in the same town as me. These are my excuses for his not wanting to see me during the week...). He used to make an effort to message me once a day on Facebook, MSN, or via text messaging. I say used to though, because the past two weeks have seen a decline in any outreach on his part towards me. No more Facebook messages, very little MSN chat (he's rarely even on), and I have to instigate all the text messaging. It's frustrating, because I have this dull but persistant feeling that perhaps he is growing tired of me. I've been in his shoes before, and I know how it goes down. I haven't been the one to get the shaft in years though...and I must admit that it hurts more than I had anticipated.

That said, I could also be acting very "girlish" in jumping to this conclusion. We had a talk on Friday, where he told me that he's just not the best at committments (typical red flag, I am aware), and that he's always been a bit "chill" in his relationships. Casual is just who he is, and I should get used to it. I am constantly trying to keep this in mind, but I can't help but doubt the validitiy of his statements. I think for the right girl, he'd smarten up. Clearly I'm not that girl. If I am, he's got a lot of learning to do, because his actions sure do serve to push me away. He told me he likes me, and wants to keep seeing me...so maybe I should just take a chill pill, and take this thing at face value. It won't go anywhere past September, and this I already know. Even if I wasn't leaving for England, I wouldn't let him go into his first year of College with a girlfriend. That's just not fair to him; he needs to be totally free to have fun. So this thing was going to have a time limit, no matter what. That said, I can't help the feelings I have for him. I am rational enough to know I have to let go in September, and I don't forsee a problem there at all. I'm looking forward to going to England and meeting a lot of hot English men, and getting my mad flirt on. I will be bringing my A game, to be sure. I'm not worried about September. However, I am worried about now. I like him now. I want to hang out with him, now. I want to do crazy things to his body, cuz I find him irresistable (very very attracted to the kid, what can I say). I dunno why he can't be down with that...more often ha ha ha!

Ah well...he invited me to go to a wedding with him this weekend. Although...I am having doubts about it. You see, he asked me when he was drunk, and I'm not sure if, sober, he means it. I am too afraid to ask him if he still wants me to come...so I am waiting for him to give me some more information. I went and bought a modest (35 dollar) dress for the event. It's super casual, nothing special, but I still want to look good (for him). I don't really want the dress to go to waste...although if I don't go to the wedding, I could always wear it next weekend when I go to Andie's Goodbye party...so I suppose not all is lost. Anyways, hopefully his invitation as sincere. If it is, its a step in the right direction. I will feel a lot more secure, knowing that he wants me around for these kinds of things.

I like him a lot, and it's driving me crazy, cuz I just want to know he likes me back. Security until September would be fabulous. I don't think that is a lot to ask, but perhaps it is...

We'll talk later...

Cheers

On Going to England

...Cambridgeshire to be exact. That's right. In three short months, I will be jumping across the pond and becoming a twenty-something Canadian girl in Britain. Following in the tradition of Carson's before me (namely my father), I am heading to the motherland in pursuit of a job. And possibly a man. Ahaha. Just kidding on the latter. *wink wink*

Today I formally accepted a position in a school small village outside Cambridge. The population is small indeed, but the school has children bused in from 5 neighbouring communities, which allows it to boast a student population that is half the size of the village itself. It's quaint, to be sure. I've been doing some brief research around the area, trying to figure out where I want to live, and have fallen upon two choices; the city of Cambridge itself, which is known for its rather old and prestigious University, and the bustling town of St. Ives. I highly suggest you do a google search on St. Ives, Cambridgeshire, if you're interested in seeing where I am going. It looks like a gorgeous little town, one that would suit me quite well. It's also a bus ride away from Cambridge, which is, in turn, a bus ride away from London. I'm sure there are trains too, that could take me anywhere I desire. Ah, what my weekends will soon be filled with...

This isn't to say the entire trip is going to be a vacation. On the contrary, I was hired to fill a maternity leave, and therefore teaching will be my main priority. I will be entrusted with four (I believe it is four, but we shall soon see the exact number) English classes in a secondary school. Secondary schooling in England is quite different than what we have here. The students enter high school when they are 11, and only have to attend until they are 16. If they want to continue, they have to write an exam called the GCSE, which allows them to continue for two more years in more of a college/university streamed, vocational school. It's still part of the public education system, but it is a much more streamlined program, where the students take classes in what they hope to take in post-secondary education. It's rather like the CGEP system in Quebec.

The school I was hired with is also one of the top ranked academic schools in the country. Impressive, I know. In fact, I was told I am quite lucky, because most Canadian teachers get thrust into rather "difficult" classes, mostly in inner-city London. Frankly, I am relieved to have gotten this opportunity. Apparently the only reason I was offered the job was because I was highly recommended by Derek, the cute old man that interviewed me in Toronto last week. Thank you Derek!!! I am overjoyed to be able to have this experience, and am looking forward to it immensely.

Naturally though, I have some hesitations. I am sad to be leaving my friends and family behind. I worry that they will move on without me. I don't want to come back to find myself no longer a part of their tight-knit circle. I worry about losing my place in their hearts and minds! I know this is silly, and unfounded, but it still is a doubt that exists in my mind. I love my friends and family dearly, and being away from them will be the hardest part of going. I can only hold onto the fact that I will be back at Christmas break for sure, and will be in constant contact with them online, and otherwise. I think letter writing may be brought back for this occasion. Who doesn't enjoy a good transcontinental pen pal? I also have the difficult decision of figuring out when to tell K. Frankly, I don't want to tell him any time soon, because I am afraid that he will decide to end things right now. I'm not sure exactly what is going on between him and I, but I do know that I like him a lot, and I don't want things to end now, just because I am leaving in three months. Three months is a long time, in some regards. I would like to continue seeing him while I am still here. It would be a shame to halt things now. As such, I've decided to wait until I am sure of his feelings for me. Once I get a clear read on what's going on, I will tell him. He's going to college in the fall, so I am hoping that he will agree to let things naturally progress until he and I both depart. Fingers crossed.

Anyways, that's all I really wanted to say right now. More to come later.

Cheers!

On Trying Not To Fall, But Falling Anyways

Saturday night I got a text message from K, asking me if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends that night. I had committed myself to driving my sister and some of our friends to a Bonfire party, at the very least, so I told him that I might pop around some time after 10. I told him to text me when he got there, and I would see about heading over. Secretly I knew all along that I would go with him; I had to pick my brother up from work at 10, and which point I had planned to get him to drop me off at the party.

All went according to plan, and at 10:30 I was dropped off at the destination. I came downstairs, where the party was happening, and found a seat, thankfully, available next to K. I poured myself a stiff drink, and commenced the partying. Someone broke out a beer pong table, which they called "Water Ball" or something. Kids these days play the game differently than when I was a young lady. Ha. They filled all the cups with water, and then every time they sunk a ball, they had to do a shot. Similar, and yet not at all. I guess it makes sense to play that way, if you're not using beer. Anyways, K ended up playing a bunch of rounds, while I mingled and socialized with his friends. His one friend, Eric, who happens to have a girlfriend (it was her house we were at, actually) was hitting on me to the millionth degree. I was trying very hard not to be rude, cuz getting the approval of the friends is key, but it was very hard. I kept looking at K, to let him know I was all about him. He was looking pretty grumpy, and kept shooting his buddy some warning glances. I am fairly sure Eric was being harmless, but suffice it to say, K was unimpressed. I found out later that night that K had said something to Candice, the guys girlfriend, saying he had been a little more than jealous at Eric's actions. Anyways, the boys quickly abandoned their game of Water Ball, as they were getting too drunk, and settled for a game of Euchre. K indicated that he wanted me to join him in his seat, so I did. He also indicated he wanted a kiss, so I gave him one, to a bunch of "Ewwws" and other such comments. It was cute. Then his friend Paul asked if HE could kiss K. Laughing, I told him I was all for it. K, a bit of a homophobe (I am sad to admit) was against the idea, totally. After some convincing, in which I said that if he was secure with his sexuality it wouldn't bother him, he finally agreed to do it. I grabbed my camera, ready for the photo op of the century. However, just as they were about to meet, they both stuck their hands between their faces, and kissed hands. I snapped a picture of the post-kiss, with Paul laughing gleefully in my face. Nicely done, boys. I razzed them for leading me on. K grabbed me, and puckered his lips for another kiss.
"You really want one?" I asked.
He pouted, so I obliged.
Soon after, we prepared to head downtown.
During this time, for whatever reason, Paul decided to start ranting on about how "Beautiful" I was.
"K...your girl is absolutly beautiful. I mean, seriously. Wow. How did you do it? Gorgeous. Just gorgeous!" he gushed.
It was like he had just noticed me for the first time. It was a tad awkward, but I must admit I did enjoy K's reaction. He kinda puffed himself up, like most men do when they're proud, and winked at me. The compliments continued from Paul all night. Non-stop.

Downtown, we went to the Royal. It was a fairly busy night, though most of the clientele was K's age; younger than me. K asked me what I wanted to drink, so I told him, and then followed him to the bar. He ordered a drink for himself and I. The bartender looked at me, and asked me for my id. Letting out a loud sigh, I fished it out and handed it over. Funny how my man doesn't get id'd, and he's 19, but I do, and I am 23. Oh the injustices of it all. We grab our drinks, and find a table to sit down at. The rest of the group joins us. I sit on K's lap, for good measure. He rubs my leg, and I rest my head on his head. At this point, I get asked for id AGAIN. So I produce it AGAIN, while all K's friends giggle at the irony.

It's at this point that a bunch of random bimbo's decide to approach K. They're all tits and giggles, and vye hard for his attention. He chats to them, while I sit on his lap all the while, feeling like a third wheel. None of the numerous girls even ASK who I am...and frankly, K doesn't do much of a job of trying to introduce me. Although, it should be fairly obvious what my connection is with him...I AM sitting on his lap, afterall. However, I get a bit upset at this situation, and pull myself off him, stalking angrily to the bathroom. I am fuming, I must admit. I text my best bud, Andie, saying that I want to punch myself in the face. She calls me back, as I am peeing. Drunkely, I don't think twice about answering. I vent my frustrations to her, and she tells me I should go and kiss him in front of all the little girlies. I tell her I can't do that...but eventually I take her advice, and I do it. That teaches those idiots a lesson. They keep their distane the rest of the night.

The boys eventually go to play pool. I migrate over with the other two girfriends, Candice and Britt. We all kind of stand off to the side, watching our men play. I get a lot of stares, and more than a few fellows come upto flirt with me. One of K's friends comes up, and starts to talk with me.
"So, you're K's new girl, eh?" he asks.
"Yah, that'd be me," I reply.
"You're a cute little thing...K's a lucky guy!" he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in for one of those bear hugs.
"Hey, pretend you're leavin with me, I wanna see what he does..." he says
Unsure, I resist.
"Come on!" he says, "Hey Dutch! We're leavin!" he yells to K.
K looks up, not looking too impressed.
I pull away from the guy, and try to laugh it off.
I saunter over to K, who is standing watchin is opponent make a shot. I wrap my arms around his waist, and give him a quick peck on the neck.
"All my friends are hittin on you tonight, eh?" he asks, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Aw, babe, you know I've only got eyes for you" I say (or something damn near close).
He grins, and squeezes my hands. I back off so he can continue playing.
At this point, Candice takes me aside, to give me a pep talk. She tells me that K really likes me, cuz he NEVER invites girls out with them. Then she says that she thinks he is going to make it official soon, but that he's a bit worried about scaring me off, since I'm older. She also says he hasn't had a real girlfriend since he was in grade 9, so that could also play a part in why he seems so awkward and distant sometimes. Grateful for her candid advice, I thank her profusely.
Not too long after that, we leave.
K grabs my hand, as we are leaving the bar, and we walk out hand in hand. As we're walking towards Pizza Pizza, for a post-bar bite to eat, some guy walking towards us points at me, and calls me a bitch. K freaks out.
"What did you call her?" he asks the guy.
The guy stops walking, and looks at me, then at K.
"Oh shit dude, sorry, I didn't mean it. I meant that other chick down there...stay away from that bitch..."
"No. You called her a bitch. She is not a bitch. You don't call her a bitch..." he says, giving the guy a shove.
"I didn't call her a bitch..."
"Yah you did. I heard you call her a bitch, and no one calls my girl a bitch. She is not a bitch. She's the furthest thing from a bitch..."
Throughout all this, I am cowering behind Paul, trying to catch K's hand to pull him away.
"You apologize to her right now, you asshole!" K is saying.
The guy wheels over to me, looking pretty terrified, and says he is sorry. I say it's no problem, and then grab K's hand and start to lead him away.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I just did not like hearing him call you a bitch!"
"It's okay, hun..." I say, squeezing his hand.

More drama takes place at Pizza Pizza too. K's friend Paul is shit faced, and decides he wants to fight someone. His gaze rests on my sister's boss, also named Paul, who is dating the girl my sister works with. I'd met him once before (I believe I blogged about him once) at the Royal. He comes up to me, and gives me a hug. Then he proceeds to hit on me. Luckily, K is up getting pizza and doesnt' hear anything. Paul does. He stares the guy down, until finally he leaves. K comes back with the pizza, and Paul tells him that he wants to fight the guy. I convince him to let it go, though. On our way out, the other Paul calls me over, and gives me a big hug.
"Don't let him treat you bad," he says, looking at K.
K stares at him hard, his face all business.
"I won't..." I say awkwardly. I can see K's friend Paul chompin at the bit to punch the guy, so I steer him out of the store, hoping K will follow. He doesn't.
I push Paul outside, and look back at K. He's leaning against the counter, talking to Paul, looking like business. Eventually he comes out.
"What was goin on with you guys?" I ask him.
"Oh, I was just letting him know I'm with you. I don't like that guy..." he says.
"I want to fight the asshole," Paul says.
"Let it go, guys," I say. I decide not to tell them that he was hitting on me. Not until we get into the car, and are on our way back to Candices. When I do spill the beans, Paul is furious.
"Dude, he was hitting on your girlfriend. Let's go back. I want to beat the shit outta that guy!"
"No, it's not worth it! He's a loser," I say.
K is silent. I grab his hand, and he looks back at me (I am in the back, he is in the front) and smiles. All is well.

So we go back to Candices, have a few more drinks, and then crash on the couch. K is about to pass out, but I am feeling frisky. I get busy with my hands, while kissing his neck. It doesn't take long at all to get a response from him, but we can't do too much cuz Paul is on the other couch. I whisper in his ear that he should meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes, and then climb off of him. He joins me in two minutes, and we proceed to have the most wild makeout-sex fest I've ever had. It was a pretty big bathroom, and we did it on every surface. Delightful, I must say. Then we went into Candices room, as she decided to sleep in her mom's bed, and cuddled up for the night.

All in all, it was a pretty solid Saturday evening. I also gained some confidence on our relationship. All night his friends were referring to me has his girlfriend, and he never once corrected them. I also called him my boyfriend, once, to Paul (my sisters boss) within earshot of the OTHER Paul, and wasn't corrected on that. So...things appear to be going well. I am happy, which is a good thing, cuz I haven't been in awhile.

We'll see how it goes.

On Swooning Over British Boys and BMX'ers

So! Today I had my interviews for teaching in England. The first interview was with Protocol Education, and it went decent enough. It was in Newmarket, in this really seedy suite on Leslie Street. I was a bit apprehensive when I entered the building, wondering what exactly I was getting myself into. However, the girl that greeted me was quite nice. She took me into her office, and we went over my resume and practicum information, and she asked me some basic questions. It was a little weird, because there was on one from England actually there to see me, it was just this Canadian woman, filling in this form when I spoke. At the end, she told me that she didn't think there would be any problems "placing me" in England, and that she'd e-mail me with the next step (and subsequent forms to fill out). I left feeling much more at ease about the interview process, but not entirely at ease about the idea of working with this company.

The second interview was downtown Toronto, so we took the 404 into the city. It was a quick drive, and we got there with an hour and a half to spare. So we (my Mom and Pops) walked around downtown, and grabbed a bite to eat. I had a Shawarma, some Lebanese wrap thing, and it was bloody delicious. Mmmm. However, it left me with rather bad (re: garlic) breath. Good thing there is this invention called "gum". Saved my life ha ha ha.

For the second interview, I had to go to the Sutton Place hotel, on Bay Street. I walked in, and went to the front desk to announce my arrival. I was told to have a seat on one of the over sized chairs, so I plunked my ass down, and tried to sit like a dainty lady-in-waiting. After about 10 minutes, my British twin (I kid you not, this lady looked just like me, only with an accent and bangs) came and introduced herself to me. She then walked me into another room, with a large puffy couch, and two comfy chairs. Sitting on the couch was the most ravishingly handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. Not a word of a lie. Then he opened his mouth, and let loose the most glorious British accented voice I've ever heard. His name, he said, was Wayne. We had been in contact over the weeks via e-mail. My mind reeled.
THIS was the face, the voice, behind the e-mails? This young, beautiful, man?
He was dressed in a white and pink striped shirt, with dark dress pants, and a lovely blue silk tie. His hair was dark dark brown, as were his eyes. He had it done in a very stylish, messy do. All in all, he looked professional, yet young and edgy. He also had great shoes on. And a killer smile. I was in love.
He stood to shake my hand, and then asked me to have a seat.
The girl, my twin Rachel, told me she would "fetch" me when Derek(the headmaster from England) was ready, and then ran off leaving me with Wayne.
For about half an hour he ran through how their company worked, and what they did for teachers from other countries. I drank in every word he said, loving the idea of going to England more and more. He made it sound so amazing, so easy, and so fun. He also told me that teaching there was no walk in the park, but that he'd be there to help me through it every step of the way, with weekly calls and visits.
"SIGN ME UP" I wanted to say. I held back my enthusiasm though, because I didn't want to scare him off. I just simply nodded to everything he said, and added a few witty comments here and there.
Then Rachel came, and whisked me away for the actual interview.
As we walked into the room, I saw yet another couch, and two more chairs. It was a theme, it appeared. An adorable old man was reclined on the couch, looking as comfortable as pie. He rose to shake my hand, and we all sat down. Throughout the interview, I couldn't help but marvel at how seamlessly easy it was going. I wasn't at a loss for an answer at any point, and at everything I said, Derek seemed to nod and smile as if I was speaking the word of God. At the end of the interview, he asked me if I had any questions for him. Of course I did! I had one great one.
"What, in your opinion, makes a successful teacher in England? What are you looking for?" I asked.
Without skipping a beat he replied, "I haven't a doubt in the world that you would make a successful teacher in my school, or any other in the U.K. I can honestly say that you would flourish in my school, and I have no doubts at all about your ability to be a success. You'd do wonderful things in England."
I was at a total loss of words. I thanked him profusely, and told him it was my pleasure to meet him, and it would be my pleasure to work for him, or any other headmaster, in England, should they want me. We shook hands, and I parted company.
Rachel took me back down to Wayne, who talked with me briefly again. He told me he would be in touch (ooo second date? ha ha ha, jokes), and wished me a safe journey home.

So, suffice it to say, I see England in my very near future. They told me to expect a call in a week or so. We shall see how it goes. Obviously I will keep you posted.

In other news, things with K are going fairly well. I have had a few girly moments of doubt, which are totally unfounded. Last weekend he invited me out with him and his friends, which went fabulously. Then last Saturday was his "guys night out". They went to the Turkey Point Hotel. I wasn't expecting to hear from him, but at 2 a.m. my phone rang. It was K! I was so excited, because a drunk dial at least means they're thinking about you! But it was better than that! They were coming to my HOUSE! My brother was having a Prom after party, and they figured they would crash it. So he came, and we chilled, and it was great. As they went to leave, he snuck me to the side of the log cabin.
"I couldn't leave without kissing you goodbye!" he said.
I melted! So we had a quick smooch-fest, and then I walked him to his car, and they all departed.

Tonight, we were texting back and forth. It was mostly harmless banter, about how his van had broken down. Don't laugh. He has a van because he is a pro BMXer, which means he has to have a vehicle to get the bike from place to place. Anyways, the steering is all messed up, so he has to use his dad's truck for awhile. I told him that one day I want a truck, because they are sexy. He replied by saying they ARE sexy, but they are expensive.
"Yah, but I will be making the big bucks" I said.
"Not me!" he replied.
"That's why you have to find yourself a sugar mama"
"I already have one"
"See? You're golden!"
"Do you even know who I am talking about?" he asked.
DUUUH! I thought...but decided to play along with it.
"No, is she smokin hot? She better be hot!" I said.
"Yah, she's hawt. Some teacher or something"
And so on and so forth. It was tres adorable, and was just what I needed. Lately I've been feelin as if he's kind of friend-vibing me. I don't want to be friended. Not yet.

He's so damn sexy. If I go to England, I am going to miss that boy. Maybe.

Cheers!

On Rocking The Young Vote

So things with K just took a step forward. Last Friday, I was sitting on the front porch with Sheena, Holly, Meaghan, Daxton, and Zach. We're all drinking, and planning on hitting up the Mug at 11. Ten o'clock rolls around, and Sheena gets a call on her cell phone. It's K, and he's asking for me.
"Hey gorgeous," he says.
I swoon, instantly.
He asks me what I am doing, and I tell him that I'm drinking on the porch, and then planning on going to the Mug.
"Boo....we're going to Julianna's in Woodstock, and I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me?"
HELLS YAH I DO! I thought. Of course, I had to contain my glee, so I calmly told him I was down with that.
Thirty minutes later, he pulls up with a friend in this gorgeous truck (the friends), and we go to his friends place to have some more drinks.
I ended up playing pool with some of his friends, while he played Uker (how do you SPELL that??!) with some more. After two games of pool, I go sit on the edge of the couch he's sitting on. Their game is ongoing. He motions for me to sit beside him, so I move myself, and settle by his side. He rests an arm on my leg while he plays, rubbing my knee. I am in heaven. After they complete the game, we pile into a car, and the hosts mother drives us to Woodstock.

The entire way there, we make out. Don't be too grossed out; the van was full of two other couples, who were heavy petting way harder than our modest making out.

When we got to the bar, it was pretty dead, which was a bit of a bummer. Regardless, the drinks were $2.50, so we all got slammed, danced, and had a good time. At the end of the night, one of the girls mother, who happened to be at the bar, drove us home. We made out the entire ride home as well.

We got dropped off at K's house. His parents, luckily, were out of town for the long weekend. I stayed the night. Use your imagination. ;)

Saturday night I went to a friends BBQ just outside Port Burwell. This was a pretty fun outing as well, despite the fact that I didn't get drunk. I also managed to have a very eye-opening conversation with Aron and Brodie, Adam's two best friends. We had a chat about how we all wished that Adam and I could reconcile and be able to hang out as a group. They told me that they knew I was mature and "cool" now, and that they wouldn't have invited me to the party if they thought otherwise. I told them that (and this is the truth, I swear) I had no interest in Adam anymore. I admitted that I WILL always love him, but I am not IN love with him. I love him, but I don't want to be with him. They responded by saying that Adam didn't have any problems with me personally, but that he avoided me because Shona (his girlfriend) is uncomfortable with me being around his friends or him. Brodie and Aron both expressed concern for Shona feeling that way, saying they think she should get over it, because she is the only thing holding us all back from being friends. I told them that I wished I could just sit down with Adam and Shona and sort the whole thing out. Lay it all out on the table. Aron said he "could arrange it", and seemed to hope it would happen that night. Unfortunately Adam hadn't showed up by 11, and that was when we decided to leave the party. Ah well, perhaps they talked to him when he arrived, and maybe things will start to get better from here-on-in.

Sunday night Sheena, Holly, her brother Nick, and I went to the Turkey Point hotel. It had been my first night there, and I was fairly impressed with the place. It is quite large, and can hold a lot of people. It also drew in a large crowd of rather hot men. Mmmm. This could be an interesting place to go, come the dog days of summer. However, we didn't stay long, because it was cold. Twelve o'clock came around, and Sheena and Holly decided they wanted to leave. At first, I was annoyed to leave that early, but I was drunk, and blame my weird mood on that. On the way home, for some reason we started to sing "I'm a tumor, I'm a tumor" ala Family Guy. We thought it was hilarious, so we decided to text a bunch of random people and say that. We also left some messages on voicemail. I told Sheena to text K, which she did. He replied with "WTF!?"
Feeling this was my chance, I texted him back from my phone saying "My sister is drunk...and apparently a tumor"
"Krista?" he replied (I wasn't in his phone yet)
This led to a lengthy text conversation, in which he mentioned that he had people over, and was drinking on his patio.
"I'm jealous," I said, "There's nothing better than drinks on the patio"
"Come over" was his reply
"I can..." I said.
He then kind of flip-flopped, saying that maybe it wasn't a great idea, because his parents would be home in the morning. I replied that that was cool, and that I'd just go home. I ended it with "It's all good", trying to be as cool as possible.
A few minutes later I get a text: "Kinda wanted you to come tho, so we could hang :("
Confused, I ask him whether or not he wants me to come, and he says he does...so I ask my brother his advice on the flip-flopping texts, and he grins at me saying "He wants you to come...just go!"
My brother drives me over, and I end up hanging out with K and his friends until 5 in the morning. Tired, I ask him if I can sleep in his bed for awhile. He takes my hand, and we go up together. Use your imagination for the rest.

I should, however, mention something that he said after our....sexy times....he said, and I quote, "That was....the best I've ever had, and I am NOT just saying that!"

Awyeah, that's what I'm talking about. It was pretty good, I must admit. I definitely would like more of that to take place. He also drunkenly told me that I had a gorgeous body, and that he...umm....does his own business...to it. Then he asked me if that was gross, to which I replied that it was hot. I dig it. At least it's me, and not some other broad. Score one for Krista.

So, as you can see, I feel like things are going pretty well with my young man. I am definitely interested in him, a lot. I am hoping that things progress. We shall see. I will, as always, keep you posted.

Cheers.

On London Calling and Twelveteens

Well, I haven't blogged in awhile, so I figured it was about time I made my way on here. I'm not really in the mood to type a long diatribe, but I will do my best to provide a brief update. Admittedly, I should have re-read my last posted blog, to find out where I left off, but failing to do so I will launch myself into where I think I left off...

So I had decided to officially cut G out of the picture a few weeks back. Unluckily for me, he wasn't on the same page. He kept texting me, and trying to talk to me on MSN. For the most part, I ignored him. A few times, I replied, with rather short answers and responses. I figured he got the point, that I was avoiding him...but he certainly did not. In fact, last Friday he called me trying to convince me to go to this party with him on Saturday. I obviously did not want to see him, so I gave him every excuse in the book for not going. My prime reason wasn't even an excuse; I was having people over Saturday night, because my friend Christine was coming down for the night. He kept trying, and I kept evading. My sister and our friend Holly were in the background the entire time, and were none too pleased that I was entertaining this conversation. Finally they started yelling profanities in the background. G, unable to hear what they said, started to ask what they were saying. I told him it was just Sheena and Holly, and his response was "Oh. Tell China [referring to my sister] that I'll wrestle with her later, and tell Holly to jump on a treadmill for awhile..."

Whoa. Buddy. Big mistake.
"Excuse me...did you just insult my SISTER and my FRIEND?" I asked, indignantly.
"Well, they're insulting me..." he said.
"Actually, they're not...they just don't want me on the phone with you...neither do I," I replied. And then I hung up. Man, was I glad to be done with that.
Five seconds later, I get a text that reads "Hey wave to us".
Unsure of what he meant, I showed the girls, and we entertained the idea that he was somehow watching is at that exact moment. Then I realized that he was likely trying to say "wave goodbye to us", but was too stupid to get the phrase out right. Idiot. I had waved goodbye to you weeks ago, you just didn't notice.

Anyways, we went out that night, and I ran into K, my newest crush. I should mention to you that this young buck is, quite literally, young. He's twenty. I'm twenty-three (twenty-four in September). I don't see this as a problem, but my friends never fail to razz me about it. They call him a "twelveteen". It's kind of funny, and yet not really! Anyways, he was at the bar, so we chatted it up, and got our flirt on.

The following night, I saw him out again. He came right to my table, and sat with me. We were around each other for the rest of the night. I got wobbled. I started to rub his leg. He started to rub mine. We came back here, and had an intense makeout-fest. It was awesome. I am totally crushin on this boy. He seems like a nice guy, and he's cute as hell. We'll see how it goes.

Anyways, on a none-guy-related noted, I have an interview to teach in England the end of May. I've been talking to this one guy at a recruitment company for a few weeks now, working on getting some paperwork done. I'm not sure if I want to go...but I am going through the motions. I mean...on the one hand, I would love to have the opportunity to go to England, and experience European culture firsthand. I know it would be an amazing experience. I am also excited about the prospect of meeting a really sexy Englishman...I mean, that accent is enough to make me swoon. Plus, they'd think my accent was sexy (or at least different), and I'm guessing I could really clean up over there. However, I am nervous at the initial expense, nervous about leaving my friends and family, and nervous about having to leave my kitty. It's very scary, to think about going that far away totally alone. At least when I went to Thunder Bay I knew Alicia was going to be there. This time, it would be Krista on her own. That's a scary thought.

Anyways, I should go watch my dinner...I burnt it once already (but saved it with peanut butter...ask me what I made, and you will laugh your ass off that peanut butter fixed it) and I don't want to do it again.

I'll update the situation later.

Oh, and P.S. I will be running into Adam this weekend. I'm unsure of how that will pan out. I saw him on the weekend, and was overwhelmed with a bunch of different emotions, one of them being total love for him. Again, I will keep you posted on the goings on.