Holdups, hangups and hookups.

So it's been a little while since I updated - I started a new, full time teaching job just over a week ago and that combined with the music writing (which has taken off in a quite remarkable fashion) and the dates - oh there's still dates believe me - has left me kinda wiped out! Anyway. Let us catch up on everything.

The last time I updated was a week ago. That evening, I went to review some bands for the magazine I'm writing for and Napoleon Dynamite came along with me, and you know - he's really quite good fun company. He's a bit odd. I mean...with his physical placing and behaviour around me, I can't work him out, but still we have a nice fun time. I went out again with him Sunday night to see a film, and he's picked some tickets up for some of the gigs I've got coming up to review, including one tomorrow night. He is not very demonstrative in words, but I had an oddly sweet text message from him saying, Hello. I have sent you a list of depressing films. I am looking forward to seeing you Thursday. X Sure enough, he'd emailed me his top fifty depressing films. Genius. He is so odd though. In a good way. Last weekend I also went over to spend the afternoon with the beautiful Italian, V, who is lovely and gorgeous and just...no, no, no. We had a really fun time but I think he is too emotionally messy for me. I like him but not for my man.

My lovely Iranian boy...well, we didn't get together as plannedlast weekend - hence I was out and about. Something cropped up and we put it off, and actually I've barely heard from him; I've actually had to be chasing to get anything from him. And darlings...I don't chase. Ever. Not unless it's really fucking serious. SO the current state of play is...I miss his cheerful little face and his, er, other cheerful physical attributes and so on but he needs to be in touch with me if he wants anything, which I've made quite clear to him.

What else. Oh well I was asked out on a date by a very local guy, literally round the corner, very nice looking, seems quite nice - an illustrator, but we've postponed twice now and he's just asked me out again this Saturday afternoon and so I've just asked my usual question. Hi, you do realise I am short and fat and a bit crippled don't you? No answer yet. Well, it sorts the men from the boys.

Finally...and here's the alarming one. Okay. So. Way back in the mists of time, about four months ago when I first signed up to the dating site for bigger girls (I pretty much just use Match.com now, except I barely use that either, but anyway), I got a few emails and IMs from a seriously...and I do mean seriously fucking gorgeous law student. Much too young. Somewhat out of my league. Vanished mysteriously around Christmas. Didn't really think any more of it. Anyway on...hm. Monday? Perhaps? I get an e-mail. Oh hi. Remember me? ...Why yes. Yes I do.

Well. For some time now I have wondered how straight people do the hookup for sex thing. That sounds naive and oldfashioned, but I have to be honest. Don't forget I never did this before and I've got nobody to ask! Let me explain. I know how Gaydar and the personals work for gay guys (and girls, to a slightly lesser extent). Where I worked, the work I was doing, and the guys I worked with cleared that one up for me. Haha. But for the straights...I hadn't really twigged how that one worked. Perhaps you still have to go out and find someone? Or...er...oh no apparently not. He basically chatted me up a bit, and then pretty much asked me if I wanted to go over to his place on Saturday night. No, shall we go on a few dates and see if we like each other. Just, let's fuck. WELL. Um. Blimey. I actually said, you know honey...we might not like each other. Putting aside all the other social etiquette rules...you just invited a completely strange woman to your house to have sex. Hi are you mad? Apparently no, this is now the Done Thing. I'm going to suggest we go for a DRINK. And then we'll see. I mean I'm not exactly shy but...crikey. *mops brow* Bejesus.

I tell you, it's enough to make you want to get under the covers and never come out.