This may get a little long...
Dec. 28th, 2007 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansOkay, since I have all the time in the world at the moment, I'm going to make an attempt to cover the ups and downs of my life over the past two months. That I haven't really said much about in here.
So, back in June, I'd moved into this temporary women's accommodation place, while I job and flat-hunted. Landed two part time jobs, one at a supermarket as a checkout chick, and one at Mitre 10 mega in the service aquad. One of my coworkers at said Mega was looking for a female flatmate to move in with him and this other guy, and rent was about 90 a week. So I moved in with Ben and Clayton in August sometime.
It was okay, had a lot of fun when Ben was over in Aus and Clayton had this friend Lauren visiting. We went out on the town and stuff, got pissed several times and I discovered red wine makes me nauseous. So boo to that.
Ben came back from Aus, two weeks later than planned, and we fought a lot. His little peculiarities got on my nerves, I felt he was behaving like a child as he tried to treat me and Clayton like errant children in "his" house. And it was revealed that he would be moving back to Australia to be near his estranged wife and theirthree four kids. (I got to find out from the landlord's wife that Sam had had their fourth in September when he was over there. I lived with him and he didn't fucking tell me that.)
I was quite angry about the shit Ben left behind. He owed me money, which was factored into the price I paid for his fridge. I couldn't afford his washing machine straight away, but I had plans to buy that too. But he'd also left a bunch of other furniture and rubbish for me and Clayton to deal with--Clayton busy with his own plans to go an an OE. And Ben owed him money, too.
Anyway, I ended up with the fridge, washing machine, microwave, and kitchen table along with all my stuff. But I had no flatmates and couldn't afford the rent on my own. Not even til too possible other flatmates could be found. So it was back to the women's accommodation place, and time to start flat-hunting again. On the upside, Nga still lived there so I had at least one friend to get along with to begin with. But the other girl Christy was not bad, either.
Gladys, who used to live there, got to hold on to my bottle of scotch as the place was alcohol free, and it gave me an excuse to visit her (although I got so busy with work that I didn't get much of a chance to).
We had another girl move in, who had lived there before as well, by the name of Bella. And alternative-lifestyler, she and I got along very well given our like of kink. She more than I, but the other girls were quite vanilla compared to us. Still, another fine friend in my life with her.
Flat hunting was hard. My time was consumed between working, sleeping, and making sure I got my chores done... not to mention being social, and any bits of shopping or whatever I needed done, that sometimes, yeah, the flat-hunting got put on the back burner. And that was not a good thing because the house closed down from the 22nd of Dec to the 21st of Jan, and I really didn't want to up and move my shit all over again.
Being expected to cook a meal or two a week was also inconvenient, given my working, not to mention the fact we were rarely all home together at the same time. The rules of the house almost go by the assumption the residents have no lives outside of the house, which just ain't so.
Anyway, early November, I put in an application for leave at Mega for the last weekend of December. If I did that and didn't pick up extra shifts at Woolies, I could have four days up in Hamilton to see family and friends. But I was told the next weekend it couldn't be approved because no one gets leave in December or January, the busiest time of year. Well, I'd already made my plans and bought my (non-refundable) tickets assuming one little weekend off would not make a difference. So I handed in my resignation to finish on the 16th of December. (My manager said to my darlin that it was a shame since I'm such a good worker, but 1: they didn't even wait for me to leave before scraping my name off my cubby hole, and 2: I got replaced by another girl pretty damn easily, really.)
Alan works there, Sunday to Thursday, in the Impulse department. That is, all the cool little strips and the dump bins around the store with handy and random stuff, he buys for the store. It appeals to his inner child. He does a lot of other little things that means he's actually underpaid for what he does for the company, but, still, it's a job and he does enjoy it sometimes.
So I only ever saw him on Sundays. First he was just one of those workers, kinda nice to talk to, but I didn't really think on him much. Although one of our coolest early conversations involved trading super-lame (but funny) jokes like, How do you make a milkshake? You scare it. And, What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back? A stick.
What really caught my attention was the weekend I noticed him wearing a pentacle necklace. It was like a switch went off in my brain that went, "GET TO KNOW THIS MAN!!!!!" Because, knowing he was pagan, it meant he was bound to be one of those rather interesting personalities, and, maybe, we'd have more in common than I initially realised.
So I made a point to talk to him more. Found out we had similar taste in movies and tv shows (the look he gave me when I said Firefly... so few people know about it over here). And... it was just, we had good conversations. They were interesting because we'd keep having to stop because we're supposed to be working, not gas bagging, but we could pick it up later in the day, and that was sweet as.
I dyed my hair red, and I think he rather liked that.
Finally, I told him I was quitting. And, uh... that spurred him to give me his number, mostly because he wanted to stay in touch with an interesting person, but, we kinda did have a spark starting even then. Possibly two or three weekends before I got his number, I first had the, "What if we hooked up?" idea. I sort of thought I didn't stand a chance, when I discovered he had kids, grown-up kids (two being older than me, one the same age, and one younger). But strangely enough, the fact he was that much older than me didn't bother me, just... I thought he might think I'm too young.
Well... I was was (thankfully) wrong. I got his number, gave him mine, and, uh, we started texting. And he's a bit of a natural flirt, and I have a tendency to flirt back so before long it got heated enough that I was agreeing to spending the night out at his place later in the week. *reminisces* I remember being a bit nervous, that first kiss and all, but... we connect so well, on many levels.
And the sex is fantastic. :D
We're good friends. There's so many things we have in common, in the way of books, movies, tv shows, games... very similar sense of humour and sense of mischief. And yet we can have our deep and serious conversations as well. He'll talk about his children, or his wife (she died 8 years ago of breast cancer)... or about former lovers and this crazy shit he's got up to in his life... we can talk about my plans and dreams...
Now, remember, at the same time things were heating up with Alan, I was still living at that women's accommodation, and it was getting nearer and nearer closing time. I remember the first time I mentioned it to him, was saying how Bella and I were dancing around the possibility of find a flat together, because I didn't think I could handle living alone, and she needed a flat with someome who had furnishings and was kink-friendly. His response had been something like, "Shame you can't drive and our hours are so different. You could stay here." I'm pretty sure he said it in jest.
I'd broken a couple of the rules of the house, and I ended up being given one week's notice. Which, as the girls and I said to each other, was kinda stupid 'cuz we were all out in two weeks anyway. But Bella had had a bit of an episode, and Heather took her stress and such out on me as the closest target, for breaking the rules and served me notice when normally I would have got a stern talking to before. Well, coming home on a Friday night after five hours working in pre-Christmas shopping... I was tired, hungry, and this notice is on my floor to send me into a panic.
Sent darling a text asking if he could store my stuff, because I felt I could focus better on flat-hunting if I knew my stuff would be fine. And once we moved my stuff, I realised... why stay at the house any longer, when I could have an extended weekend with my darling? Then, as the end of that weekend neared, we talked about my finding a place to stay in town and all. And... the more we talked about it the more we figured out solutions to my living with him rather than problems. And what's more, the thought of me moving in with him didn't scare him or me. It felt... right. A natural progression.
Given in the eight years since Diana died, he hasn't wanted to move in with any of his former lady loves--sometimes even backing away v. quickly (don't even get me started on the ex known as Psycho)--well, it is quite amazing how easily he was happy to have me in his home. And I'm surprised at how easily I've committed to living with him, given my history of no long-lasting relationships ever.
It feels so right, though. And he makes me so happy, just as I make him happy. I've smiled and laughed more in the last six weeks or so that we've been together. He is my darling. And I'm his. (When I'm not being his wanton whore, but, hey... we're both very sexual as well.)
The upsideof my getting kicked out of the house a week early is that it kind of jump started the other three into landing their places so we were all out before closing. Bella is happy at her "inner city apartment" and Nga at her little flat, plus Christy in a little studio... not having to stress about flat hunting anymore.
This was all happening in the lead-up to Christmas as well, wasn't it? So I'd got mum and dad pestering me for a mailing address and what I want for Christmas (and I'm going, "I don't know where I'm living at Christmas!" and "I don't have any idea what I want, nothing big!"). And of course the customers at (either) work are in a rush, sometimes cranky, and it's a hectic time to be moving and all. Plus I told Dad and Suzy not to get me anything expensive because they bought my bike earlier this year.
Mind you, I came to the startling conclusion that I needn't do my shopping for anyone til Boxing day, because I don't see them til after that. Except for my darling, and I sort of got him two presents. The one before Christmas was some choc body paint and this, um, outfit? (It doesn't hide much) The outfit was for me to wear, 'cause I knew the effect it would have... and that was a good end to my Christmas Eve night. Work was such a bitch on Monday.
Our Christmas day plans were kind of ruined by the weather. The idea had been to hit up the beach and take a stroll before a picnic lunch. So naturally, it rained. Porbably just as well, because my six day work weeks, and adjusting to a schedule of broken sleep (getting up at five to be in town when he starts, then sleeping some more at Bella's since I don't start til afternoon...), I was so tired I took a nap or two, and had an early night. I felt bad because I kind of neglected Alan in favour of playing some Dungeon Siege, but as he told me later, he could tell I needed the mindless game thing to relax, and so he gave me some space even if he would have liked my company (and for me to have been a bit more amourous, but my mind wasn't cooperating).
(lmao I knew this would happen. I haven't signed up for a single extra shift this week, given the being out of town thing, so naturally I got a call from work asking if it would be possible to do a few hours this afternoon/tonight. Georgia said she'd make a note of my unavailability so it doesn't happen again.)
So Boxing day I did my shopping, and spent more money on myself than anyone else. Best I could calculate it was around $400, but then half of that was on the cell phones. I decided it was time I got a new one, just a cheap one, but nice, and then I also bought Alan one because he didn't have a vodafone, just telecom. And if I'm really efficient I'll set up txt2000 and BestMate so it's even cheaper than my current prepay thing.
I also bought a couple sets of lego, which was where I spent around a 100 more of the estimated 400. It cracked Alan up to see me sitting on the floor putting my lego sets together...butt nekkid. And that he felt the chill long before I paid any attention to it because I had my legos. Also, telling me to put my toys away and come eat dinner. It was pretty funny though.
I seem to have done well with my choice of presents for the family though. My step-sisters all got the same type of chocolates, which was easy enough and they were all happy. Savannah quite liked her glow necklaces. Amarah did cuddle with her little stuffed zebra, but Izayah was only slightly interested in his stuffed frog. Suzy does like her scarf and Il Divo cd (that I copied before giving to her) and I got Dad this drill bit set he asked for, plus the Spaceballs dvd (copied that one too).
My presents were quite nice too. From Mum I got the usual mix of clothes and itty bits (vair cute) and $50, from Dad and Suzy I got a set of pjs, the Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz dvds, and lollies. I got a diary from Carla. Oh, and Alan got me one of those stone dragon ornaments, one that's perching on an arch of stain glass.
I suppose... I should go have shower, get dressed, and do more than read the backlog of my f-list. I have read a bit here and there... maybe I'll make an effort to comment later, but for now... shower, clothes, food, coffee.
Still breathing.
Fin.
So, back in June, I'd moved into this temporary women's accommodation place, while I job and flat-hunted. Landed two part time jobs, one at a supermarket as a checkout chick, and one at Mitre 10 mega in the service aquad. One of my coworkers at said Mega was looking for a female flatmate to move in with him and this other guy, and rent was about 90 a week. So I moved in with Ben and Clayton in August sometime.
It was okay, had a lot of fun when Ben was over in Aus and Clayton had this friend Lauren visiting. We went out on the town and stuff, got pissed several times and I discovered red wine makes me nauseous. So boo to that.
Ben came back from Aus, two weeks later than planned, and we fought a lot. His little peculiarities got on my nerves, I felt he was behaving like a child as he tried to treat me and Clayton like errant children in "his" house. And it was revealed that he would be moving back to Australia to be near his estranged wife and their
I was quite angry about the shit Ben left behind. He owed me money, which was factored into the price I paid for his fridge. I couldn't afford his washing machine straight away, but I had plans to buy that too. But he'd also left a bunch of other furniture and rubbish for me and Clayton to deal with--Clayton busy with his own plans to go an an OE. And Ben owed him money, too.
Anyway, I ended up with the fridge, washing machine, microwave, and kitchen table along with all my stuff. But I had no flatmates and couldn't afford the rent on my own. Not even til too possible other flatmates could be found. So it was back to the women's accommodation place, and time to start flat-hunting again. On the upside, Nga still lived there so I had at least one friend to get along with to begin with. But the other girl Christy was not bad, either.
Gladys, who used to live there, got to hold on to my bottle of scotch as the place was alcohol free, and it gave me an excuse to visit her (although I got so busy with work that I didn't get much of a chance to).
We had another girl move in, who had lived there before as well, by the name of Bella. And alternative-lifestyler, she and I got along very well given our like of kink. She more than I, but the other girls were quite vanilla compared to us. Still, another fine friend in my life with her.
Flat hunting was hard. My time was consumed between working, sleeping, and making sure I got my chores done... not to mention being social, and any bits of shopping or whatever I needed done, that sometimes, yeah, the flat-hunting got put on the back burner. And that was not a good thing because the house closed down from the 22nd of Dec to the 21st of Jan, and I really didn't want to up and move my shit all over again.
Being expected to cook a meal or two a week was also inconvenient, given my working, not to mention the fact we were rarely all home together at the same time. The rules of the house almost go by the assumption the residents have no lives outside of the house, which just ain't so.
Anyway, early November, I put in an application for leave at Mega for the last weekend of December. If I did that and didn't pick up extra shifts at Woolies, I could have four days up in Hamilton to see family and friends. But I was told the next weekend it couldn't be approved because no one gets leave in December or January, the busiest time of year. Well, I'd already made my plans and bought my (non-refundable) tickets assuming one little weekend off would not make a difference. So I handed in my resignation to finish on the 16th of December. (My manager said to my darlin that it was a shame since I'm such a good worker, but 1: they didn't even wait for me to leave before scraping my name off my cubby hole, and 2: I got replaced by another girl pretty damn easily, really.)
Alan works there, Sunday to Thursday, in the Impulse department. That is, all the cool little strips and the dump bins around the store with handy and random stuff, he buys for the store. It appeals to his inner child. He does a lot of other little things that means he's actually underpaid for what he does for the company, but, still, it's a job and he does enjoy it sometimes.
So I only ever saw him on Sundays. First he was just one of those workers, kinda nice to talk to, but I didn't really think on him much. Although one of our coolest early conversations involved trading super-lame (but funny) jokes like, How do you make a milkshake? You scare it. And, What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back? A stick.
What really caught my attention was the weekend I noticed him wearing a pentacle necklace. It was like a switch went off in my brain that went, "GET TO KNOW THIS MAN!!!!!" Because, knowing he was pagan, it meant he was bound to be one of those rather interesting personalities, and, maybe, we'd have more in common than I initially realised.
So I made a point to talk to him more. Found out we had similar taste in movies and tv shows (the look he gave me when I said Firefly... so few people know about it over here). And... it was just, we had good conversations. They were interesting because we'd keep having to stop because we're supposed to be working, not gas bagging, but we could pick it up later in the day, and that was sweet as.
I dyed my hair red, and I think he rather liked that.
Finally, I told him I was quitting. And, uh... that spurred him to give me his number, mostly because he wanted to stay in touch with an interesting person, but, we kinda did have a spark starting even then. Possibly two or three weekends before I got his number, I first had the, "What if we hooked up?" idea. I sort of thought I didn't stand a chance, when I discovered he had kids, grown-up kids (two being older than me, one the same age, and one younger). But strangely enough, the fact he was that much older than me didn't bother me, just... I thought he might think I'm too young.
Well... I was was (thankfully) wrong. I got his number, gave him mine, and, uh, we started texting. And he's a bit of a natural flirt, and I have a tendency to flirt back so before long it got heated enough that I was agreeing to spending the night out at his place later in the week. *reminisces* I remember being a bit nervous, that first kiss and all, but... we connect so well, on many levels.
And the sex is fantastic. :D
We're good friends. There's so many things we have in common, in the way of books, movies, tv shows, games... very similar sense of humour and sense of mischief. And yet we can have our deep and serious conversations as well. He'll talk about his children, or his wife (she died 8 years ago of breast cancer)... or about former lovers and this crazy shit he's got up to in his life... we can talk about my plans and dreams...
Now, remember, at the same time things were heating up with Alan, I was still living at that women's accommodation, and it was getting nearer and nearer closing time. I remember the first time I mentioned it to him, was saying how Bella and I were dancing around the possibility of find a flat together, because I didn't think I could handle living alone, and she needed a flat with someome who had furnishings and was kink-friendly. His response had been something like, "Shame you can't drive and our hours are so different. You could stay here." I'm pretty sure he said it in jest.
I'd broken a couple of the rules of the house, and I ended up being given one week's notice. Which, as the girls and I said to each other, was kinda stupid 'cuz we were all out in two weeks anyway. But Bella had had a bit of an episode, and Heather took her stress and such out on me as the closest target, for breaking the rules and served me notice when normally I would have got a stern talking to before. Well, coming home on a Friday night after five hours working in pre-Christmas shopping... I was tired, hungry, and this notice is on my floor to send me into a panic.
Sent darling a text asking if he could store my stuff, because I felt I could focus better on flat-hunting if I knew my stuff would be fine. And once we moved my stuff, I realised... why stay at the house any longer, when I could have an extended weekend with my darling? Then, as the end of that weekend neared, we talked about my finding a place to stay in town and all. And... the more we talked about it the more we figured out solutions to my living with him rather than problems. And what's more, the thought of me moving in with him didn't scare him or me. It felt... right. A natural progression.
Given in the eight years since Diana died, he hasn't wanted to move in with any of his former lady loves--sometimes even backing away v. quickly (don't even get me started on the ex known as Psycho)--well, it is quite amazing how easily he was happy to have me in his home. And I'm surprised at how easily I've committed to living with him, given my history of no long-lasting relationships ever.
It feels so right, though. And he makes me so happy, just as I make him happy. I've smiled and laughed more in the last six weeks or so that we've been together. He is my darling. And I'm his. (When I'm not being his wanton whore, but, hey... we're both very sexual as well.)
The upsideof my getting kicked out of the house a week early is that it kind of jump started the other three into landing their places so we were all out before closing. Bella is happy at her "inner city apartment" and Nga at her little flat, plus Christy in a little studio... not having to stress about flat hunting anymore.
This was all happening in the lead-up to Christmas as well, wasn't it? So I'd got mum and dad pestering me for a mailing address and what I want for Christmas (and I'm going, "I don't know where I'm living at Christmas!" and "I don't have any idea what I want, nothing big!"). And of course the customers at (either) work are in a rush, sometimes cranky, and it's a hectic time to be moving and all. Plus I told Dad and Suzy not to get me anything expensive because they bought my bike earlier this year.
Mind you, I came to the startling conclusion that I needn't do my shopping for anyone til Boxing day, because I don't see them til after that. Except for my darling, and I sort of got him two presents. The one before Christmas was some choc body paint and this, um, outfit? (It doesn't hide much) The outfit was for me to wear, 'cause I knew the effect it would have... and that was a good end to my Christmas Eve night. Work was such a bitch on Monday.
Our Christmas day plans were kind of ruined by the weather. The idea had been to hit up the beach and take a stroll before a picnic lunch. So naturally, it rained. Porbably just as well, because my six day work weeks, and adjusting to a schedule of broken sleep (getting up at five to be in town when he starts, then sleeping some more at Bella's since I don't start til afternoon...), I was so tired I took a nap or two, and had an early night. I felt bad because I kind of neglected Alan in favour of playing some Dungeon Siege, but as he told me later, he could tell I needed the mindless game thing to relax, and so he gave me some space even if he would have liked my company (and for me to have been a bit more amourous, but my mind wasn't cooperating).
(lmao I knew this would happen. I haven't signed up for a single extra shift this week, given the being out of town thing, so naturally I got a call from work asking if it would be possible to do a few hours this afternoon/tonight. Georgia said she'd make a note of my unavailability so it doesn't happen again.)
So Boxing day I did my shopping, and spent more money on myself than anyone else. Best I could calculate it was around $400, but then half of that was on the cell phones. I decided it was time I got a new one, just a cheap one, but nice, and then I also bought Alan one because he didn't have a vodafone, just telecom. And if I'm really efficient I'll set up txt2000 and BestMate so it's even cheaper than my current prepay thing.
I also bought a couple sets of lego, which was where I spent around a 100 more of the estimated 400. It cracked Alan up to see me sitting on the floor putting my lego sets together...butt nekkid. And that he felt the chill long before I paid any attention to it because I had my legos. Also, telling me to put my toys away and come eat dinner. It was pretty funny though.
I seem to have done well with my choice of presents for the family though. My step-sisters all got the same type of chocolates, which was easy enough and they were all happy. Savannah quite liked her glow necklaces. Amarah did cuddle with her little stuffed zebra, but Izayah was only slightly interested in his stuffed frog. Suzy does like her scarf and Il Divo cd (that I copied before giving to her) and I got Dad this drill bit set he asked for, plus the Spaceballs dvd (copied that one too).
My presents were quite nice too. From Mum I got the usual mix of clothes and itty bits (vair cute) and $50, from Dad and Suzy I got a set of pjs, the Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz dvds, and lollies. I got a diary from Carla. Oh, and Alan got me one of those stone dragon ornaments, one that's perching on an arch of stain glass.
I suppose... I should go have shower, get dressed, and do more than read the backlog of my f-list. I have read a bit here and there... maybe I'll make an effort to comment later, but for now... shower, clothes, food, coffee.
Still breathing.
Fin.
