no shame whatsoever

it's just that they don't care. they don't care if you think they're morons, or that they're stupid or anything at all.

i was at the dress up christmas party and i was posing for my friend who was taking a photo of me in my geisha costume. right as she was saying 'one, two...' this random guy who didn't know any of us came up behind me, put his arm around me, and posed with his other hand doing the peace sign. i turned around to him and said 'WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?' at which point the flash went off which has now made for a fantastic photo.

who DOES that?!

a first

so this blog has shown so far that every time we meet a male stranger they prove to be dickheads. for the first time since i began writing this that did not happen.

Danielle and I went to St Kilda sea baths last night and went to the bar to have drinks. when i said 'thank you very much' the bartender turned to me, pointed his index fingers at me like guns, and said 'no, thank YOU very much!'

danielle and i smiled. he smiled back.

this just shows that it takes VERY LITTLE to impress us due to all the other morons, and comparitively he was a catch!

must have something to do with hudson's...

i went in for my 3rd massage today and got there a bit early, so again i decided to pop into Hudson's for a coffee. As i stepped into the cafè i saw shakira boy having a break, who stopped talking to his co-worker mid sentence, dropped his jaw and did not make any attempt whatsoever to hide the fact that he was looking me up and down... and up and down... and up and down. i looked at him, muttered 'ffs' and rolled my eyes.

later on i was walking back down King's street and there was a 20-something relatively good-looking guy sitting on a table outside. well i thought he was good looking till i heard him say 'hey baby! how you doing?...' i edged closer to the window shop as i walked past him when all of a sudden his friend, from the inside of the coffee shop, tapped manically at the glass right as my face was only 10 centimetres away. i jumped in the air and tried to compose my walking so i wouldn't fall, all the while he was still saying random crap like 'what... you can't speak? speak to me will ya?'

after i was a few meters away i realised that one of the things he yelled sounded a lot like 'don't hate me cos you aint me'. COME ON!

day mmm-hmmm

i went to a new kebab shop near work for lunch yesterday. i sat down and waited for my food on the same small cafe table as a 40-ish man. i gave him a tiny meaningless smile when i sat down, which just meant 'i'm going to sit down at this table for a minute' come on, everyone knows if you're invading someone's space or in this matter someone's table you have to be nice about it, therefore the smile. EVERYONE knows it is not a pick up tactic. it's like as when you're at church and it's full and you have to sqeeze past people, you give them a little nothing smile to say 'sorry if i'm inconveniencing you but i'm going to do it anyway'. you don't see guys at church jumping up and asking 'so what natio are ya?'

anyway so the 40 year old starts chatting me up while i gave him one word answers and turned away from him slightly and became suddenly extremely interested in eating my dolmades which weren't even mine, i bought them for my boss, but i just didn't want to talk to him and figured if i had a mouth full of vine leaves it would make for a valid excuse.

all that aside... when i'm 40, if i'm still single i would never chat up a 23 year old. and if i did it wouldn't be as lame as 'so... how's your day been / hot weather we've been having hey / myself, i like the rain, it's romantic (i gagged at this point)'

my life is futile.

day whatever

it's hard to sit down and write all the idiotic things that have happened male-related because they're such a common occurance that i think they're normal and i quickly forget them.

1- 2 days ago, driving with the windows down with my friend and we both looked REALLY good, a guy stuck his head out the window of a party bus and barked at us to get our attention... like in coming to america when she barks like the little dog ARK ARK ARK.

HMM I'LL ADD MORE TO THIS LATER....

day whatever i'm up to of this experiment

see now mum and dad clearly don't want me to have accurate findings for this experiment so they took cass and me to the yarra valley where we were the only girls under the age of 55... even the parentals were young comparitively. so i have no stories to write about here.

last night we went to cq in the city. it was FREEZING so i wore jeans, heels, a singlet and a jumper for the walk from the car to the club. the bouncer took one look at what my friend and i were wearing (she was wearing a cardigan too) and said 'don't bother, you're not getting in'. he then proceeded to let in random girls who were very clearly dressed by blind people in because you could see their butt cheeks hanging out the bottom of either hot pants or micro mini skirts.

i have never been knocked back, so i wasn't really upset, but it just goes to show that in order for us to meet guys we would have to go where guys are and in order to get into where the guys are we need to be wearing our bikinis on a 12 degree night!

days 3 and 4

well nothing happened only because i only came in contact with my workmates and then my immediate family. this just further proves that we are guaranteed for something stupid to happen if we leave the house.