Match.com in the new world

I am alive. Almost. Have just woken up from a couple of days in fever clouds and have barely been able to move. Terrible. I have been such a weak little girl. Thankfully been well pampered and looked after. No, of course not, not by Mr Pampering Handsome Rich Manly Sexy Adoring but rather by the very cheerful team SuperSupportive: Los PARENTS. What a lovely team, adorable. I love them to bits. Yes, of course they sometimes irritate the bones out of my body, but the still are the best in the world. And sometimes it's just lovely to be very ill and weak. Some might say bad timing falling ill on Christmas Eve. I say: Super-timing!

The candidates for Mr Mr is keeping as always at a very healthy distance. December was a bit of a mess though. Well, mess is perhaps not really the world. Christmas CRAZE is much better. I think people do get a slighly bit crazy at Christmas.

The return of the Kangaroo happened as we all know. And the status with him is as always: QUO. He called, emailed and was ever so supportive for the grande Sydney tour and gave loads of input. And was very flirty and cheeky. As ever. Nothing more, nothing less. It will probably continue like this until one of us meets THE love and it stops.

The Superman that I went on a date with last Sunday happened too. A hysterically smart, updated, worldly, sharp, funnly and SWEET man. Needless to say no big sparks from the Spinster. Needless to say a lot of text and contact from his side during Christmas. Will not be any match.com I am afraid.

Then as an old Santa from the past, Mr Sketch decides to turn up again in the chimney! Ho ho ho indeed. We went on a drink before Christmas that turned into a dinner and he had bought birthday pressie for me and was very loving and sweet. It all turned into a bit of a drunken love declaration that ended in a very 'mature and elegant' snog in a strict hotel lounge. I stay very cool in this though. He is in state that I was in many years ago; you know you have a great relation, but it's not enough. You want to end it but feel scared by the thought. I obviously feel like a stepping stone, even if he says I am SO MUCH MORE than that. Wella wella. We shall see we shall see.

Am also a bit busy with my match.com, I quite enjoy it! There are quite a few nice blokes around and I enjoy the attention.

Well well. I am OFF to SYDNEY tomorrow, and that it all that matters right now. I so cannot wait. I am leaving a 2007 that has been FUN and FULL of fantastic men but I now look forward to a new year with less confusion, less complicated men and heaven only knows maybe.. real love!

Love and Kisses

Unclear Focus

Sunday morning. Sun is SPARKLING. Have been on a mental high for 3 days, just cannot stop smiling! Not really sure why, I suppose it's the Christmas season along with my lovely trip to Aus coming up. Because I must be in love with LIFE since I am not in love with anything else! Needless to mention, the Kangaroo has not come back and probably died again. I sent him an email with info on our Aus trip to get this input and I haven't heard back, . Wella wella. Had such a great time yesterday with Swedish Christmas drinks to the left and right and it just warmed my soul. Ended up jiving at the local club which was just so much fun too. A mental high plainly.

Off to a date now too. Not really sure what to expect from this. I will call him Mr Big, silly or not. He is Canadian, has been to all the good schools, has started three companies and is only 36 years old. It almost feels that he is a bit out of my league. Anyways. He is also handsome, in the north american kind of way, if you know what I mean. A bit Bobby Ewing in a way. I met him and his French friend at a sloaney event and I had nothing better to do than start chatting with them. And it ended up in the French guy driving me home and we dropped Mr Big on the way. Mr Big then took my email and the French gave me his card. Bizarrly enough, both of them have asked me out. But I decided to go for Mr Big, with whom I was originally flirting anyway.

So here we are. Having brunch in Marylebone. It will be fun. Not sure what hat to put on: the possible future entrepreneur-wife, or the eligble new business partner. Because I think I might have two agendas for my meeting: primarily flirt/date of course, but if that doesn't work, I think he might be a good contact for future career moves. How bad is that? Haha. Well well, we are all always networking.

Need to dash now. I will update you on my next step on this. Who knows, I might be the next Mrs Ewing.

A Lovely Day for Some Healthy Heartbreaking

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Had a smaller heart attack last night when the soft, sweet, lovely and energetic voice of the Kangaroo landed on my voicemail. Sigh sigh BIG sigh, how I looooove that voice. I just loooove his voice. And the way he expresses and his use of words. It's almost like I can smell him and feel his radiance and see his lovely shoulders and arms and smile. AAAAAARRGGHHHHHH.

Now, we are not exactly talking about any serious declarations of love. He just said he was back from his mother planet and would love to give me some tips for my forthcoming trip. Very long message, friendly and sweet and a little bit flirty, but of course in the innocent/cheeky Australian way. All I could do was to send him a text, thanking him for his message and that I would be back later this week. In the non-flirtly friendly Swedish way that I master so well.

And I will call him, or send him an email to get some tips. I would of course love to rather meet up with him and get all tips IRL, and see his smile and his arms and possibly smell him. But this might be a non-suitable exercise. My coach Miss Media made a point of this. Her standard tag line is: "don't create a soup out of pins" which is a Swedish expression for making things up that don't exist, hence be realistic and not naive. And even if even she was a bit surprised of this and thought it might be a step forward from his side, she assessed the risk of disappointment.

And I think you know me by now. I am not making any pin-soups. But it would be fantastic to see him. So, I have concluded, if I could choose ONE time to be a bit heart broken, it sure would be in December. With all the fun Christmas celebrations happening AND a trip to Sweden AND, yooddelalidoo, a 2,5 weeks trip to the Merry Ol' Land of OZ coming up, I feel untouchable.

Among Friends and Frustrations

Just woke up from a social inferno that has lasted for about three weeks and realized: For crying out-- I have NO dates WHATSOEVER. It has come to such an extreme extent that I start to fantasize about "anything with a pulse" at work! Sat in a workshop yesterday and was rather drifting in my mind. Suddenly the colleague having a presentation just seemed SO ... hot and I found myself having naughty thoughts of him! Then somebody coughed and I woke up and looked around, blushing hoping no one could read my dirty minds. And with all respect, he is not really that .. hot. Not at all. Bah. The Honorary Swede calls it "the meeting room syndrome". I call it frustration.

Since most of my social life takes place with close friends and doesn't really allow for any frivolities in the flirting area, I decided to grab the bull by its horns, or grab the bulls full stop. Match.com is the answer. I signed up some 4 weeks ago but haven't had the mind space to do anything about it. So tonight I did some efforts, updated my profile and winked at some lovely, single men. Great. Also, I have made friends with one cute guy and he has asked me out for a drink. Hey ho. Why not?! My previous experiences with this were really bad, so anything could be better. I think I am clearer about myself and what works with me. And I think I will be able to take defeats. Because that is crucial, for a more cold hearted and tough environment is difficult to find. Anyroads, at least I will possibly make some friends.

Making friends with men is something I am currently mastering. Big time. Which is both good and bad. In fact, most guys that I have been dating or met the past months want to be friends, and nothing else. Not that I necessarily want anything else (not at all with any of them actually), but hey-- it would be a lot more fun if they were crazily in love with me and just had to HAVE me, regardless what. But no, they are always SO happy to have met me and think I am such a FANTASTIC person and would so like to make friends. In fact, I was a bit .. rude...to one guy that I had met a few times, during which I had already concluded that we would never be anything. When he enthusiastically brought up that he would rather be just friends, I had a mouthful of wine, looked at him and said with my honest blue eyes “Honey, I am so sorry, but I don't think we have anything in common really. Plus, I really don't need any more friends". He looked a bit shocked but has still texted me like we were best pals in the world. Yawn.

Well, Match.com is happening, we shall see what will become of this. I just don't understand how people have time for this. But in a way it feels good to do something about the singleton-situation. At least my mum would be glad to hear I am doing something.

Laters, Camerade Spinster