Another Grand weekend

Time for a little refactoring (for those into extreme programming) or maybe not. You see this blog entry could go either way. I spent the afternoon read this blog -> http://betedejour.blogspot.com/2008/07/speed-dating-part-i-seduction-lin... its a really good blog, scores points for numerous Game references and I have short listed it to go on my side bar (thats right http://baglett.blogspot.com your days are number, you maybe a Cape Town hottie, but your not as funny). So I spent the afternoon at work, working and reading this blog (and IMing people).
I was talking to my flat mate this evening about it, while I made an amazing pizza and she made comments about my work implying I have a cushy job that allows me to read while I work. She actually is the main theme of this blog, but I think I might have too many themes.

Back to betedejour, I hope you have not already opened the link and read it yet. Cos if you do and have come back here you might be disappointed. There is the thing, his blog is great and I think I have those kind of stories in me, like the time some girl stuck her fingers while she was.. and it was the most amazing. He does have the advantage of having an anonymous blog though, which allows you the liberty of disrespecting people. I do not have that luxury and have a number (you know I love you girls) or previouses who may or may not read this (even if they dont leave comments).

Enough of the in jokes though, I think my blog is too clicky already, surely people do not just read blogs to read there own names. If they did sites like facebook and bebo would be huge.

Tonight I will probably make no reference to the pictures linked to this blog, sorry about that (If I am reading this in 20 years time and wondering what happened, trust yourself you did what you came to do).

Since coming back from my little extended trip to the UK I have had an Irish girl as a flat mate. Before she moved in I had a 19 year old English/Irish guy living with me and most of the time his Australian mate sleeping on the couch. This together with my running buddy, henced dubbed the personal trainer, made quite the testosterone fueled bunch of young men. So when this irish lass came around to pick up the keys and we all met her, they all of course said she was lesbian.

Now as the more mature one of the group (I blame the lack of meat in my diet) I told them not every girl with short hair is a lesbian. I do I admit, generally I have a thing for girls with short hair, like Keira Knightley in Domino with the nunchuks. However in this case it was not my hormones talking and just my maturity (This is yet another in joke but wasted I fear).

Slowly I began to realise that she might in fact be a lesbian, firstly the mens shaving cream, she presumably uses for her legs? Then I noticed he disdain for my typical inadequacy as a male. I think I even had a dream about her complaining to me about my friends leaving her toilet seat up (no doubt due to my guilt). I kid you not I was laying on the couch drinking a beer, and I could hear her tutting as she tried to get the black bag out of the rubbish bin. Its like she makes a point of getting to my dishes and cups as soon as I put them down. Then scrubbing them extra hard, my rule that everything goes in the dishwasher is totally ignore.
She even scrubbed out my burnt roast vegetable pan before I could get to it.

Now thats great and I am not bitching about her cleaning up after me, I love the irony of that. Its the guilt she is putting onto me, for living up to the male stereo type. Nothing in life is worse than being a stereo type unless I am playing up to it.

The cat came out of the bag though when she texted me saying her girlfriend was down for the weekend. Ha!
To rub salt in the wound, this did not mean they would be having crazy lesbian sex in the room next to mine and thats why they would not see me. It meant her girlfriend was coming down so she would be staying somewhere else. Would I expect her to bring her lover back into the cave where an unhouse trained male sits on the couch and drinks beer?

Slowly I am trying to work my magic on her, its not easy though. With girls you can flirt and with guys you can insult them (now everyone know my secrets to making friends). With lesbians neither of these two approaches tend to work (I imagine) and now I am little to hesitant to really try. Its like a mind field out there, we had America has talent on the TV and some person come on singing Birtney Spears, but they were not singing, Trying to make conversation I said "they are shit they are not even singing". She pointed out it was in fact a transvestite, implying I was totally blind to people sexuality, so I agreeded pointed out the solid jaw line then she shot me down pointing out the adams apple. Its worse than having a moody teenage older sister and I dont even have an Adams apple, maybe thats why I feel so inadequate?

The Irish tend to be a touchy bunch though specially if you mention the British. Coming back from Dublin to Cork on the plane, I was going through security. As I put my backpack down to go through the scanner the guy asks if I have a laptop. So being friendly like, I start taking it out and try start a conversation by telling how I never know to take it out or not. In Heathrow I take off my shoes but leave my laptop in my bag, in Ireland I take out my laptop and leave my shoes on.

He stopped dead in his tracks looked me deep into the eyes and said "Ireland is not England" I did not even mention England I had said Heathrow. Touchy..