Monday, 6 April 2009

You win some, you loose some

In every good old fashioned love story there is nearly always a thunder bolt. A thunder bolt from out of the blue.
I thought my thunder bolt had struck, dear readers. In hindsight, it must have been the strobe lighting. Or maybe my right contact lens was flickering, creating the illusion that something strange had happened.
There I was, dancing away, black dress, brown boots, wine glass, when I saw him. There he was, standing still, black jumper, black jeans, beer bottle, when he saw me. He was tall, he was dark, he was handsome. And I had to turn around to be sure he was looking at me, and not a younger, prettier version.
When I realized he was definitely looking at me, I did something very out of character. I walked over to him and said hello. I figured I had nothing to loose. (Little did I know just how much I would loose. For example: sleep, my sanity, my dignity, my pride.)
We stood grinning at each other like a couple of loonies.
And that’s how it all began.
Now, if you were to ask any of my friends they will confirm that in every relationship I’ve had I have known the man in question since birth/school days/forever. I take my time getting to know future partners. I do not fall easily. I am cautious. I am not very trusting. I am skeptical. It takes me a long while to feel comfortable. Normally.
However, this is not a normal story.
We exchanged telephone numbers almost immediately.
We said that we had to see each other again.
We danced and smiled all night.
He text me as soon as we said goodbye.
He said it was amazing meeting me.
He said he couldn’t stop smiling.
I was smitten.
I couldn't stop smiling either.
I wondered what was happening to me?!
I felt like the girl in the chewing gum advert. The one you cringe at and wonder how someone could act so dopey around the opposite sex.
We shared four dates in one week.
He took me to an Italian restaurant, we ate pasta and swapped life stories.
We walked around Leicester Square holding hands.
We went to the cinema and talked about our love of dairy products.
We drank wine and Guinness in the pub.
We participated in the pub quiz and called ourselves Eclipse (after the tacky nightclub we met in).
He introduced me to his family!
His mother cooked me a roast dinner and his father talked about the family dog. They said it was nice to meet me and they were looking forward to seeing me again.
He downloaded George Michael songs for me to listen to! We sang Too Funky together.
He gave me an astrology book and spoke of the similarities between our star signs and how well matched we were.
He’s studied astrology and he drew my birth chart, after I commented that I’ve always been curious about it.
He spoke of the similarities between our birth charts and personalities.
We watched Dark Knight on DVD and I fell asleep on his sofa.
He kept smiling at me and holding my hand.
I never saw him again.
I am completely baffled.
What happened to him?
Why did he vanish?
How could someone change their mind so drastically?
What did I do wrong?
The worst thing is, I was doing okay. I was happy being single. I was happy with my life. I was content. I didn't need a man. I didn't particularly want a man. Then he came along, turned my whole world upside down, shook it, made everything seem perfect, and buggered off.
I text him. No answer.
I called him. No answer.
I worried that he’d been in a freak accident. Or lost his mobile. But lost mobile batteries die. Freak accidents aren’t that common.
He entered my life in a whirlwind. A whirlwind of emotions and anticipation.
He departed from my life in exactly the same way.

Friday, 3 April 2009

My Cyprus adventure

One of my best friends married her partner, on April Fools Day, on a beach in Cyprus. The groom wore a kilt and the best man wore two black eyes. (He provides the general public with ghost tours and apparently walked into a pole during one of the dark tours.)
I was only in Cyprus for three days, it was a short break, but it will be three days I will look back on fondly for the rest of my life.
The wedding day was a magical day. The sun happily shone down on the wedding party, the ceremony was romantic and intimate (I stood up and read from the bible, which was a pleasure and an honour, albeit a little nerve racking) and we sipped champagne and nibbled canapes, to the sound of Cypriot music and laughter.
After the ceremony in the delightful chapel, and drinks and food on the beach, the wedding party moved to the villa for more drinks and food, and speeches and dancing.
By the end of the night the music was very loud and we had all become quite animated with our dancing. Unfortunately the villa owner walked in and asked us to turn the music down as the neighbours had complained. It was getting late anyway, so we decided to call it a night. Well, kind of. We waved the newly married couple off, they were spending the night in the honey moon suite in a near by hotel. The rest of us began the task of clearing up, whilst dancing around the kitchen with brooms and other such objects.(I didn't realise cleaning could be so much fun!)
The remainder of my Cyprus trip consisted of a visit to the waterfalls, a ramble around snowy mountain tops (I had a slight mis-hap and lost my way and nearly lost my feet too), an enjoyable fish mezze in the local town, and hanging around the swimming pool soaking up the sunshine and the white wine.
It was a shame I had to come home.

Leaving on a jet plane.


The villa.


The villa.


Michelle and I.


The chapel.


The wedding party.


The happy couple.


After the ceremony.


The flowers.


The waterfalls.


The waterfall.


Snowy mountains.