That’s Stella

This weekend I ran into Scotch. Hah! I make it sound like some coincidence that I accidentally bumped into him or something. But with this world being so small and Perth being microscopic, it is a wonder that I haven’t seen him for at least three years. Anyway it was no coincidence. I chose to go see him (even paid $10 - no he’s not some stripper doing his weekend routine), but honestly had no idea that after all this time, even the glimpse of him would still open old wounds. I fell for him hard when I was 14. He was this gorgeous, gorgeous, mysterious rock star. The next few years I got to know him, but I was always so much closer to the rest of his band then him. Even then, ergh, it feels so stupid saying so because it obviously wasn’t mutual, but I completely loved this guy! Seeing him last night made me reminise about all the stupid stuff we’ve done and conversations we’ve had and all the sweet gestures he did, like making sure I safely made it home after gigs. But of course there were just as many times he caused my little teenage heart so much freakin grief!
Anyway last night… he didn’t even recognise me at first.Or maybe he did, but didn’t want to go there. Or didn’t care. The rest of his band recognised me and we had a kiss and hug and hung out and caught up for the rest of the night. One of them has aged so much that I thought perhaps it was completely possible that Scotch hadn’t recognised me because it has been a long time. But as I was talking to drummer boy, Scotch walked up and interrupted us.
I said “Hey *insert real name here*…”
And he said “It’s been a long time”.
And all I could say was “Yeah…”.
And there was this awkward awkward silence. I mean, what the hell am I suppose to say to that? Then Scotch had the audacity to say MY line which is “I’ll speak to you later!” which of course means “I probably won’t speak to you later, but it’s been great talking to you!”.

Oh shit! After all this time I thought I was over him! But I knew he would be the one guy that would cause my knees to buckle till… well… forever. Everytime he walked past me I just wanted to grab him and shake him and say “Don’t you even remember all the times we’ve been through!”. All today I keep repeating what he said in my head “It’s been a long time” and trying to read into anything, his tone, his words, his body language, ANYTHING to make me feel better about our fleeting encounter.

For a good couple of years I was writing him letters. About stuff we had done or said to each other or things going on in my life and especially how I felt about him. I wrote him at least 50, but I never sent any to him. They’re all still at the bottom of my sock drawer waiting for him to read. How sad!

I woke up nice and early this morning. I’m usually JUST on time to work, but I had an hour and a half to get to work (usually it takes an hour during peak hour for me to get to work) and I even had time to make myself a ham and cheese muffin to take on the road.

So I’m in my car and I know this sounds bad, but I am a one of those drivers that multitask. I swear I never let it effect my driving because chicks that put on their make up whilst driving and don’t pay attention to traffic drives me freakin’ bonkers and I always pray they have to stop suddenly and they accidentally poke their eye with their mascara wand and arrive at work looking like Alice Cooper.

Anyway on the way to work I’m taking bites out of my ham and cheese muffin whenever there is a red light. But after only three bites of this delicious ham and cheese muffin, it slides off my passenger seat and onto the floor! OMG! I was shattered for a whole of 2 seconds then couldn’t help but burst out into a hysterical laughter. And seriously that must’ve just set the mood for the day.

When I arrived at work and went to park my car, I was trying to do a parallel park and (despite having two things against me that stereotypically make one a bad driver - being a girl AND Asian) I can usually parallel park very well. Today was not one of my days. I was so far from the kerb on my first attempt and on my second I crashed my car into a concrete wall. HAHAHAHA. Yeah that’s exactly what I did. I laughed my ass off! I only wished someone else was there - someone to witness - because that would’ve been even funnier.

At work whilst I was raiding the stationary room to feed my obsession with black 0.6 Artline pens, I overheard my name in a nearby meeting room. So of course I tippy toe towards the meeting room and stand outside the room trying to get a listen. And inside I can hear three familiar male voices. I knew who they were straight away! Two out of three of them are my “safe crushes”. Men I have a crush on, but are safe because they fall under at least one of the following categories:
1. At least 20 years my senior
2. Married or have a partner or;
3. Have a kid
Anyway I’m being sneaky and I can hear them clearly talking about me! And they’re saying really complimentary things about me and how I’m well travelled and ambitious and one is giving all the dirt on me to another guy. Seriously, if they weren’t all grown mature men, I would definitely have no option but come to the conclusion I had myself a little fan club! Haha! But to be honest, I was flustered! I was flattered! I’ve said a whole of ONE sentence to one of my crushes and I can hear him talking about me like we’ve been buddies for years! Then all of a sudden behind me I hear a
“Excuse me Stella”
and my boss is trying to pass me to get down the corridor and I knew straight away I was busted! All the voices in the meeting room disappeared and I thought I could run and pretend I didn’t hear a thing but you know what I did? I cracked up laughing SO hard I had to hold my tummy because I was in pain. You’d think I would RUN and laugh, but I just stood outside laughing like a child and the guys started laughing too because we were both so busted.

Hahahahahaha…. No breakfast. Crashed my car. Busted eavesdropping.

Awesome!

Ouch! Oh! The pain! My head is pounding…! For awhile there I thought I was old enough to know how much I could drink without having a massive hangover. But alas, I was wrong. So, so wrong.

For the last few months my friends and I have been anything but on the social side. We always pike out of a great Saturday night and end up doing the ever predictable dinner, movies and late night coffee combo. Sure it’s always chilled out and pleasant, but I always feel like we’re shutting ourselves from the rest of the world. So lately, all of us have been making an effort to get out there.

Last weekend my girlfriends and I went to Waga’s for dinner then The Vic to, let’s be honest here, check out the scenery. It was sorely disappointing. London and I went there for our first date many, many, many months ago and in my own fantasy world I was hoping there would be more London’s there, but he would never have used any of the poor pick up lines that the guys we attracted used. A couple of my girlfriends are a little harsh and will blow off a guy even if they’re attractive just to play hard to get, but I generally like to have a friendly chat to anyone who makes an effort with a nice beeline. But there weren’t too many of them. There were some bad, bad, bad pickup lines. I can’t speak for all women, but I wish guys would know that all it takes is a “Hi - I’m Richard. How are you?” to start up a conversation.

So last night (to keep up the new social us) we headed to the Belgian Beer Cafe Westende and had tasting trays and frites with yummy Belgian mayonnaise and continued to meet great folks and have awesome conversation and partook in a bit of networking. (I heart networking - can you tell I’m in business?). My favourite beers were Hoegaarden and Belle-vue Kriek (a cherry beer). I did NOT fancy Leffe which had this strong coffee aftertaste. During the night I noticed some people reading the measurements on the side of their glasses and I kinda had a giggle at how meticulous they were being, but seems the joke is on me because I forgot just how much alcohol is in Belgian beers - a LOT! And now this morning I am paying for it whilst they’re probably out and about enjoying their Sunday.

Next weekend we’re hitting The Manor and Bar Open with a few of the folks we met last night. (Oh and one is a cute Brit! How fun!)

See above. Bullet points it is.

* Working full time makes me appreciate weekends and sleeping in and free time. Since being in the real world, I can’t think of a better way to spend my weekend then catching up on sleep.

* Last weekened was an exception to the rule, and I am happy Tiff dragged my sorry ass out of bed and asked to meet in Leederville for a cuppa at Glorias before seeing Brick. The more I think about it, Brick was like some sort of 21st Shakespearean who dunnit. A little slow - but I liked it, especially because Tiff had free tickets Check out Tiff’s home to take a peak at the yummies we devoured in the arvo!

* London and I held hands as we went shopping in David Jones. I was checking out a dress when all of a sudden he puts his head on my shoulder and starts crying in front of everyone. But I wasn’t embarassed. I was sad. And I started crying too. Did I mention this was a dream I had last night? I really was crying when I woke up though. I couldn’t stop thinking about London on the way to work this morning. I haven’t seen him since I started working at a rival agency - he’s been busy on a campaign, and I pretend to be too busy because he’s busy. I’m not really. I miss him.

* Lately, I have been terribly homesick. It gets me down every morning and I fantasise about just packing up and leaving. But I am really happy at my new agency. But then I think how much I miss NY… But then I think how fun it would be to join Miss. 21 in London and go gallavanting around Europe and find an apartment together and work there…

* I am currently addicted to the following: Dried pineapple and paw paw, chai tea, strawberry yoghurt with granola and passionfruit pulp, Zero 7 ‘The Garden’ album and saving $$$.

* I have a crush on three people. But they are SAFE crushes because they fall under at least one of the following categories:
1. Married
2. Has a child
3. Twenty years my senior.
They are generally just nice to look at and are super talented and have great music taste and dress well. That is hot.

* I drove to Leederville during my lunch break today for a browse and bought this…