the antilogy |

Hello there.

Thought I’d pop in and do a quick update, I’m still finding blogging in my real name stifling and hate when people just end a blog without any updates of what’s going on. I’m nosy, I assume other people are too.

Things are good.

MormonHousewife and her family moved to the mid north coast a few months ago so I went on a road trip over the weekend to see them. I miss her face, I miss chatting with her husband and I miss her babies.

6 hours driving is ridiculously boring when you’re on your own. Stella did an amazing job as usual (I love that fucking car) and I got to see where they’re living, I didn’t like not knowing what their house looked like or what their new town looked like. It’s a gorgeous little coastal town and at night we’d go for walks down to the beach, it’s perfect for them. The babies are tanned and happy.

I’m planning a trip early next year to the US with a friend. We know we’ll be staying in San Francisco for a few days and that we’ll be driving from Chicago to New York, still trying to decide if we do a road trip from San Fran to Utah. I imagine the landscape in Utah is beautiful in spring. Apart from that we’ll fill in the blanks as we get closer. I’m ridiculously excited, despite saving up for the trip with rent and a mortgage pushing me into poh child territory.

My grandma turned 89 Monday. I called her to wish her a happy birthday and she initially denied it was her birthday. I can never tell if she’s being cheeky or senile. She then said she forgets she’s this old, that she still thinks she’s either 19 or 70, considering she was fighting in World War II at 19 I thnk 70 is a better age.

She then promised she’d go out and razzle and dazzle. Since this is my grandma this could mean anything, she’s a saucy minx.

I went over to Kalgoorlie for Christmas and to visit my mum and sister. Despite being hot as balls it was a lovely trip. Sabine and I did a road trip and despite seeing a few road trains, a couple of old cemetaries and almost hitting a goanna there’s not much out there.

2012 is still the year of no casual men business. So far I’m doing well. I can’t do what I’ve always done and expect not to be disappointed in the men I’m involved with. I will always choose being single and content over hearing another man tell me between his wife/girlfriend/partner and I we’re his ideal woman, or that a man I start dating is secretly married or that someone is not okay with being seen with me out in public. I can’t do it and I won’t do it. I don’t want to expect that all men will behave like this, because I know men that don’t. I just seem to find them.

Work is going well, it ossilates between being uber busy and ridiculously quiet.

So, that’s what’s been happening. I’m not sure if I’ll start writing here regularly again but just wanted to say hello.

Hello.

Fucking gross.

I just logged onto my profile on the dating site for the first time in a couple of months.

Did a search for my latest matches were online. Turns out homeboy has re-activated his account.

The funny thing? His tag line is:

“I’m one of the nice guys!”

Yeah.

I don’t know why I’m surprised really, but I am. Even knowing he’s someone who cheats on his wife with a newborn child at home I genuinely thought he was remorseful, that it was a lapse in judgement.

I didn’t pick myself as gullible.

But colour me gullible!

I really don’t like boys right now.

I ended up sending “The Nice Boy” a text message Friday, I didn’t want to call him and I certainly didn’t want to see him. I sent:

” So. Discovered today that you’re married with a child. That must’ve slipped your mind. Not going to be able to see you anymore, clearly.”

It was snarky, but hey, I figured it was warranted. I got the below back a few minutes later:

“I’m really sorry. I was going to stop anyway as I have felt nothing but guilt! I am not that kind of person but have had a moment of weakness. Your discretion would be appreciated. Thanks!!!”

That’s word for word what he said. The emphasis is mine…..

Uuuuugggghhh.

My discretion? FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK you. I have nothing to be discretionary about douchewad. I especially liked the Thanks!!! at the end, because 3 exclamation points is always appropriate when you’re requesting that someone not expose your dirty little secret to your wife and child. I did the maths of when we first started chatting and when their child was born, and homeboy was emailing me while there was a 2-3 week old child at home. Charming.

I am very grateful that I found out now, rather than later on, muchos grateful. The things that annoys me the most about this is:

1. I liked the kid and I’m a little pissed at myself for not picking up anything unusual. I used to trust my gut, and this time el gut let me down.
2. This is the first time in a long time I’ve put myself out there, it obviously did not turn out too well.
3. I’m worried that I’ll be a little mistrustful of men I date now. I did not need to be more cynical.

Either way it’s done and thankfully I’ll never see or hear from him again. I am taking a couple of weeks off the dating horse though.

So. The boy from the below post?

My mad Facebook skillz just discovered he’s married, and has a new born child.

Ergh.

How on earth do I find these boys?