Blogg draught?

Not really. Just got a bit fed up with listening to the sounds of the keys of my board tapping yet another hopeless love-story. No, I am not giving the whole thing up, but it feels a bit as if history keeps repeating itself all the time? To stop this circle I had to stop thinking too much of it and therefore my "adventures in the single life" felt a bit -- obsolete?

But fans, not to worry, I am not low or sad or down. On the contrary, think things are rather fun generally. Mr Kangaroo is low in contact, but has sent a cute email saying he is sorry for his radio shadow and that he will go to Spain to chill, away from all communication devices of the modern world. Says he has had too big a fair bit of work stress and also personal troubles, but would I want to meet with him when he´s back? I just sent a cute and sweet and a bit teasing email back saying all is cool and of course we can meet when he´s back. My action is low here, but I will await his smoke-signals. I need to be remembered on his brilliance though, hardly remember what he looks like any longer.

On a better note, my little sweet young Mr Jude Law/Mr Young/The talented Mr Ripley (I will call him Mr Young from now) is back in business. This is the first time since we met in February that we are both single and it is a bit.... exciting. We had dinner last week in my flat, very tete a tete, and also yesterday we spend the afternoon and evening together, hanging. First we hung out at exhibitions, then we got his jogging clothes and went to me to change and go for a race. Then we showered (one at a time...), made dinner and watched a DVD. Very platonic and friendly but...exciting.

And really what can be more exciting than a jog with a 25-year old ex-naval officer, 1,90 cm tall with enormous shoulders? Probably only hearing him saying encouragely "you´ve got a good speed". And seriously, with those strong thighs, bum, back and shoulders in front of me, I could easily run forth and back to Edinburgh. Easily.

New Partner

Don´t we just love it when guys are just forward and uncomplicated? The kind of guys that suddently just show up and, just sits there? Sort of masuline in a way. I was a bit reluctant to my new guy for our first dates and even tried to throw him out, but I have calmed down now and sort of enjoys his company in a peculiar way. The first time he showed up was when the Kangaroo was staying the night, looking mildly irritated. He probably smelt a rat. Quite rightly.

Haven´t seen him this morning though. Might be hi is a bit disturbed by the fact that the Oracle from Chiswick aka Queen of Peculiars tried to force him out of the window last night. Or has he found himself a new girlfriend under the squirting board where he is hiding? Silly boy to try to make me jealous. Perhaps he is making babies. Horrible thought.

Probably he turns up again, placing himself with his long think black legs on my bathroom rug half laughing at me, half scared, trying to avoid him while reaching over to brush my teeth.

He´s sort of sweet, in a peculiar way.

Two Headed Hydra

What a morning! Went for meeting in the City and walked back to the West End feeling like a flirty superwoman in a fitted power outfit and cute ponytail flapping as I strode down the classic old streets. The City is such fascinating part of the world where the old trades-world of the Empire meets the modern today. Ancient churches and working-men-pubs mix with flashy bankers and steel windows. And so masculin and sexy. Tons and tons and heaps of great men in great classic English or Italian tailored suits, with important jobs and responsibilities and power. Everywhere! Love it.

And in this spirit of extreme confidence and happiness, my positive, strong and self-confident self decided to tell my other dark and pessimistic self off a bit:

- "What is this bitter and low nonsense with the Kangaroo´s lack of contact all about? He has told you that he is very busy and that this whole week was difficult to meet up. Then YOU said that you could only meet up Wednesday, but he never said it would work for HIM? No, he might not be overly in love with you and stop the world from turning for you... yet. But for crying out, you only just met and you´ve both been either away or occupied since!! He wants to see you, he calls you, sees you first thing when back from Aus and is ever so sweet when you meet up. YOU are the one who have said that it´s no point in dating, and that you can mind as well meet up in 2010 instead. Very sexy. Don´t be such a baby."

And as always, when this side of me talks, I feel a lot better. And in the spur of the moment, I decide that it´s so much sexier to be self-confident, happy, sparkling, so I decide to call him, hoping to get to a voicemail where I could leave a flirty and sweet message. All works out. And I feel absolutely great about it afterwards. And as a magic wand has waved the air, within 5 minutes, I get a text message which is fun and cute and says he´s in a conference and will call back when time is.

Best possible outcome. Many thanks my strong confident self for stepping in, would need some more of her every now and then. And of course, this doesn´t mean anything else than that we are still in contact.

But is does mean, which is a lot more important, that I feel great about myself again.

Truth in Stars -- again

Sagittarius: You will be forced to make a small sacrifice to benefit someone else. It will be much appreciated and definitely worth it in the end.

Oh, I so just love horoscopes. They always tell me what to do! The facebook-version is absolutely SPOT ON!! Of course, this is what I will do when the Kangaroo texts me tomorrow afternoon to arrange a last-minute-date: I will sacrifice my dignity to benefit his calender! Of course!!

THANK YOU dear horoscope for always being there for me!!

New winds

So, instead of being squeezed in an agenda from hell and shoe-horned down in someone´s too busy schedule, I am reclaiming my dignity.

Ever so sweet but crazily busy Kangaroo on the loose needs not walk around thinking I am sat waiting for him to "stuff me around" (his own very apologetic words), I have better things to do. And as we all know, if there is a will, there is a way, and without being too demanding nor difficult nor dramatic, I say no-thanks to men who don´t make room for me. He has one last chance to show me that he makes this effort, otherwise he will be declared DEAD. Sad but true, as Metallica would have put it.

And since I am:

• unbelievably beautiful
• blessed with an absolutely PERFECT body
• so intelligent that people get STUNNED
• fantastically witty and more charming than... Kate Winsley
• by far the kindest in the world
• a mere DEVIL in bed
• loved by ALL children
• surrounded with friends who are the coolest on earth
• athletic and sporty yet hysterically glamorous
• GENERALLY FANTASTIC!!

...I can see NO other alternative than absolutely princess-level treatment. Thank you very much.

Also, Thierry Henri is now divorced. Says he needs to get away from everything English. We can sort that out out honey. You need some Swedish love. Easy.

TATAAAAAA!!!

Stereotypical?

Since I met Mr Kangaroo the first time in that bar back in May, people have been telling me stories about cheeky Aussies. This might have to do with the fact that the little Kangaroo put his business card in my back pocket although I was obviously out with a date and also since it later turned out that he also was in a relationship.

The wise owl the Oracle from Chiswick was as a single a big fan of generally ALL Aussies, all sizes, shapes and forms, but in the end fell for a decent, polite, well-mannered and generally very GOOD English gentleman. In retrospect she says that most Aussies were ever so charming but also cheeky, flirtatious, non-commital and cheaters.

La Kit has another story. She met this cool (he thinks) band-guy with a dazzling spikey hairdo and rocknroll t-shirts who was rather into her. But he was also very silent in between the dates and generally a bit .... loose. They talk about meeting up a Friday evening, but she hears nothing. Suddently he texts her on the actual Friday evening to hook up. A bit late hey? Please, men of the world, do treat dating with a bit of respect. And if you haven´t been organized enough to arrange a date in advance, do NOT text on the very night thinking that girls will have waited for you! Just embarrassing.

But my dear Charlie´s story is the best though. He was down in Sydney for christmas and fell for this wonderful 32-year old doctor and they had a bit of romance. Charlie (who is THE super-catch) didn´t hear much from him afterwards and was a bit disappointed but got over it. A few weeks ago they went to Mykonos with common friends. I so love Charlie sometimes, he just told the guy what he was feeling, in a honest, straightforward but non-clingy way. The guy answers "Ehh, ok, well, yes, well, if you up for it, you can maybe come around for group sex?".

Ok, generalizations and stereotypes are never fair, I should know, being a Swedish woman. But still. Funny though, I don´t think I ever heard anything else but this kind of views on the Aussies. Apart from Charlies long term ex, but there has to be an exception to prove the rule I guess.

And about my cheeky Kangaroo, no big news. We emailed the other day and said we would speak when came back to town from Brussels where I was up until yesterday. Well, I am certainly NOT calling him. To improve the reputation of his fellow country men, I think he should call me this afternoon and say he has arranged this super-date for Saturday and pick me up in a fancy car with an enormous bunch of flowers. And take me to a super concert and then to dinner in a cool but fancy resto. Alternatively book a hotel in a beautiful countryside hotel.

As a minimum.

Astrological Guidance?

Sagittarius: You've been feeling a lot of guilt and regret about something that happened in the past, but it's not too late to make it right, if you want to.

Bloody Horoscope to always be spot-on! The composers must be very very clever to always pinpoint something relevant with everyone OR (horrible thought), they are real astrologs who really can see what is happening in my confused brain!

I just regret soooo much that I asked Mr Kangaroo to stay the night on Sunday, even if it was nice and sweet. It was far too early and we both were a bit uncomfortable I think, it was a bit too personal and "relationship-ish". BAAAAAH!!! And all I have heard from him since is a text message yesterday "This little kangaroo hopes you are having a lovely day and that he did not misbehave too much last night ;)". Seems like I am not the only one worrying that things went a bit too quick...

Question is now: how on earth I will make it right?

Circus Weekend

Weekend crazy. Was supposed to spend it with nice old friends in Stockholm in peace and harmony. Of course the completely crazy Mr Cosby decided to ruin this completely. He turns up in Stockholm and is being just mad, freestyling around pretending to have a ball with "loads of friends". People that I don´t even think exist, and it´s just another of the rounds of lies he is throwing around. First I was being kind and nice to him, but Saturday when he leaves 10 messages declaring that I should "give him 200 pounds to pay him out of his hotel", I just lost all kindness. In a long very straightforward telephone call, I told him "it´s not my problem, sort it out yourself". Which hopefully is the last thing I ever said to him.

Woke up in an insanely bad mood on the Sunday morning getting ready to go back to Sweden. Had hardly been able to sleep since I was fearing that Mr Cosby would stalk me to my friends´flat and be hiding in the wardrobe. Imagine my surprise when all of a sudden Mr Kangaroo texts me to say he is back in London! Best possible thing to cheer me up. So in the evening, we end up having take-aways in my, almost, refurbished flat sharing a bottle of lovely red wine. I was nervous like hell! Why? Not sure, just cannot really relax! He is just too wonderful and I am just too amazed with him and too worried that I will make something bad.

The poor Kangaroo had hardly slept at all on his way back from Australia, and was very tired. So when we had snogged and had a lovely time on the sofa and it was late and he was almost falling asleep, I asked him if we wanted to sleep over! Bah! Where on earth did that come from? Why can´t I think a bit before I speak for once? Bah again! And after slight hesitating (which made my heart almost bounce out of my chest) he said he would love to. We really only slept though. No rush here please. And I had moments during the night waking up sweating with anxiety that he regretted staying and that he would think I was too pushy. But in the morning he was just lovely again and it all washed away.

And here I am now, flying around trying to get down to earth again. We have no idea where this is going. And it´s lovely and painful on the same time.

Perception is reality or Optimism wins

Leaving my countryside outpost to go to the more buzzling and snazzy capital of my beautiful long motherplanet. The week has been wonderful here, very relaxing and I have managed to not think too much of "absent friends" i.e. lost Kangaroos. Actually true, I know you´re disbeliefing, but I have done pretty well! Well done Spinster, pad your back, you´ve managed to realize that you´re not the centre of the universe, and the fact that his grand-father has just died and he had to chase down to Melbourne in a flash, could play a part of this. Ok.

Also, I am the world´s most convinced optimist. Had a "dating-update" with mum and the nephew overheard parts of it. When we were done he looked at me with big eyes asking "are all guys in love with you?". But of course.

Would also like to highlight the fact that I have had TWO missed calls from "private number" today and yesterday. The bloody phone is always in the wrong room and as much as my nearly 6-foot body galopps through the house, I never manage to get there on time. So, mum and I have concluded; friends or work or interior decorators would leave a message. Hence, it must be Mr Kangaroo trying to connect from down under. No other possible explanations!

Optimists, unite and take over.

It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane

"You've been really overanalyzing a situation, and it's not getting any clearer. You'll feel a lot saner if you stop thinking about it so darn much." No shit sherlock. But my Sagittarian impatience and troubler keeps my brain on full analyze-gear trying to find out what on earth happened to Mr Kangaroo and what is really going on in his bouncy brain.

Thankfully, I am anway fully occupied and distracted here up in the vast North. Spending a week with my parents in the country and my amazing niece and nephew, twins of 7, 5 years, are here too. There is plenty to keep my brain occupied:

-- We organize a Hen-Do up in the childhood town for an old friend during the local festival. Ends up with her interviewing enormously popular lead singer of The Ark Ola Salo backstage and us all being invited to the big backstage afterparty. The Spinster realizes she is in Indie-heaven, dancing away with Mr Salo for three hours throwing kisses to the young cute DJ and telling him he is the best thing that has ever happened to music since Johnny Marr. Eeeeh? Waking up still-drunk at 9.30, after 3 hours sleep, to the sounds of the kids giving a gymnastic exposé to their grandparents. They enter a stage of absolute shock when I tell the stories about their big love Mr Salo and my 91 year old grand-auntie, equally in love with this camp singer, becomes extremely jealous and tops her voice "If I was his age, I would ask him out any time!!!".

-- I put the kids to bed, and minutes after it´s like the 3rd world war has broken loose. I run up to them again wondering what on earth is happening. "he´s in the wardrobe, he is hiding there!!! help help help!!!!!!", screaming in one voice, jumping up and down in their beds. "Who is?" I ask, opening the wardrobe, pretending to look for their imaginative demon "GEORGE BUSH!!" the two 7-year olds yell leaving their baffled Auntie wondering what has happend to the good ol´ghost story.

-- I enthusiastically decide to read my old and original Charlie and the Chocolate Factory book by Roald Dahl for them. Since Auntie, unlike the modern 7-years old, has not seen the film, and it was at least 25 years ago that I read the book, the kids are mad with impatiance and is pre-telling the whole story. This which ends up in Auntie being slightly disturbed and considering punishing the ungrateful gansters with the Economist instead.

-- The big family happily visits the touring Circus that is in town. The juniors get to ride the camels. Auntie wants to go too, but the camel-driver looks at me with obvious suspicion and says that maximum age is 12 and that must have been a couple of decades ago. And a bit... I think silently.

Hence, no time to dwell on the sad fact that Mr Kangaroo appears very absent and rather uninterested in continuing the bliss from our Glasto-weekend. La Kit, the eyewitness of our rather romantic weekend, says she thinks he is a bad communicator with too much on his mind. Maybe she too wants to believe in true feelings and love instead of becoming a cynical. Maybe she is plainly right. In any case, I will now STOP thinking of it. And remain sane. Fool or not.