new leaf. new life.

A second chance.

This past week has been like a surreal dream to me and it’s all because of a text message I had received about a month ago.

William is an English boy that I met briefly when in Malaysia over two years ago. We had only met for about 6 hours, and then I left for my flight to Penang and he left for Borneo. After spending a short period together, it was strange that we both had a strong gravitation towards each other. And so we continued to stay in touch, him living in London and me in Australia, now New York. I have actually written about him briefly on my blog. I tried to locate the post but couldn’t find it. 

Will texted me a month ago telling me that he was going to be visiting New York soon to see one of his best friends, and hopefully me. I’m really glad he did. This past week has been amazing. Spending time with such a great guy has really solidified inside me what I want out of life. Seeing him happy with who he is, what he is doing, his direction in life and his future has inspired me.

I feel as though this past week has been a second chance for me. I was given the opportunity to get to know Will further, share more of our lives together and hopefully grow a fonder friendship. He is someone I can see myself dedicating time to. I always have time for the genuine people. Who knew a brief encounter with an English lad in Malaysia would leave such an impression on me?

This blog post is about showing everyone and to remind myself that fate does happen. The world is a mysterious place. Strange and wonderful things happen all the time. I’m all about embracing those moments.

Everybody, meet Will.

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Why boys won’t text you (me) back.

Since moving to New York I have been on very little dates. In fact, I’ve never really been much of a dater. So a few weeks ago when I caught up for a drink with a boy I met, and then met up with him for dinner a week later I realised that I probably don’t date enough.

It’s exciting learning about someone. It’s fun to learn what makes them tick, the things they like, and get a glimpse into someone’s life you would otherwise never get to see. But at what point during the “dating” period does someone just decide to stop? Why do boys just stop texting back?

I’ll admit that I’ve had times when I’m not interested in someone and not texted back or responded to them when I probably should have. But I’m also not the kind of person to overtly lead someone on to believe what is happening is anything other than what it is. In other words, I don’t tell people I like them when I don’t like them. So let’s have a think to why boys don’t text back.

1. Boys are stupid - They don’t know what they want and half the time are on the look out for the next best thing.

2. You’re stupid - for letting it get to you. Be a strong, independent bitch. The kind your mother taught you to be!

3. They actually never really liked you and you made this entire scenario up in your mind (not as unlikely as you think).

4. They have a boyfriend and you’re chasing something you can’t have. Yep… sounds about right.

5. The person you(‘re)/(were) interested in is a compulsive liar and an asshat. You don’t need that anyway.

6. You’ve scared them away with your constant texting and with how attached you’ve become. But then again, you’ve known them for over 48 hours, pretty much a lifetime.

And that my readers, is why I am still single, and probably why you’re still single and reading my blog post about being single. Cheers to that.

PS: Who wants to go on a date?

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Life’s an emotional roller coaster

My moods in the last months have been swaying from extremely overwhelmed with happiness to calling up my friends in Australia crying on the phone. I need to sort my life out!

Right now everything seems to be heading in the right direction for me. I start my new part-time office job next week, my bar job is going great, my friends are great, I’ve been on some dates, the weather is warming up and I’m looking to travel soon.

However, being the wreck I am I always find something to stress about. My roommate and I are looking for a new apartment because our lease is ending and it cannot be renewed. Looking for apartments in NYC is like listening to a whole Avril Lavigne album. It can be fun, exciting and enjoyable, but for the most part it’s irritating and draining. So I’ll keep you all up to date on my status of homelessness.

All in all, I need to stop being such an ungrateful, bratty 23 year old. I have the world at my feet. I guess it’s hard to see how bright the sun is shining behind a big stressful cloud.

Also, just to announce… I will be in San Francisco and Las Vegas come mid April. I can’t wait to take you all on my adventure with me! Bring on the Californian sun, blackjack and copious amounts of fun!

Peace!

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We met on the subway.

Tonight, in fact just earlier, I was on the train home from work. It was raining hard and I stepped on to the platform for the 6 train, soaked hair and blushed from rushing.

As I stepped up the the platform a boy not too far away from me caught my eye. Our eyes met for a brief moment before we both shied away. Waiting for the train I tried not to make any further eye contact, I didn’t want to make the next 5 minutes awkward while I creepily stared at the guy.

As the train pulled up the carriages were all quite full except for the one we both stepped in to. Sitting across from another, it was hard not to inspect him. He was a little shorter than I, a modern haircut, boyish features and light blue eyes. He was wearing a black suit, matched with a white shirt and lavender tie.

While I tried not to be a creep, our eyes met once more. We both caught each other off guard, giving a coy smile before we both looked away again. You see, this is what I love about New York City. You’re forced into the public space with the ability to meet many different people. You may never speak to any of them, but you get to feel their presence.

Our eyes met one more time as we both rose from the plastic seats as the train jolted to what seemed to be both our stop. Stepping out and parting ways up opposite stairs, I’ll probably never see the blue eyed boy again. I should have said hi or just got his attention, or maybe not have been a creep. But I suppose I’ll never know. That’s the beauty of life.

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