... I don't trust men that wear sandals. I don't trust caravan owners." - Dude on Come Dine With Me
Amen. I'll add short guys and blonde guys to that list. (Yes, I know I'm blonde, it's a bit of hypocrisy I practice.)
Anyway, I had some nice things happen tonight. Or at least some things that made me chuckle.
- The 18 year old (if he's a day) who works at my local pub said I was "well fit" and asked would I like to go to dinner with him? As they say here, awwww bless. I had no words, which is rare for me. I always have words. Too many, in point of fact. I just giggled and said, "I bet you say that to all the girls." Then I ran away.
- This actually happened a few days ago but I forgot to share it as my memory is like a sieve. One of the first boys I ever kissed found me on facebook and sent me loads of flirty little messages. The flattering flatterer (we all know I love that) told me that he would be rich if he had my voice. Dang, how come I'm not rich?
- I feel totally at home in my little village now. Besides being asked out by the little barmen, I have been recognized on the street today, at the cafe, and at the market. It's nice to feel like I'm a little Brit. I also got teased at the pub tonight for wearing a Liverpool hoodie. It's not like I'm a fan but I forgot in Britain that soccer is a serious sport. Oooops.
Anyway, overall it's been a wonderful day. I really do love living here in Antartica, even when my mom says it's 70 degrees and gorgeous sunshine at home.
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My parents told me that "it was almost too cold to go outside". It was.....60F. I couldn't decide whether it was more appropriate to laugh or curse.
ReplyDeleteBeen lurking on your blog for awhile (via UK-Y), but your post made me laugh as today the guys at our local not-quite-takeaway-cause-the-food-is-too-good RECOGNIZED me and started making up our "usual" order as I came in the door.
I felt like we either eat there waaaaaaaay too often, or I'm finally a "local". Yay.