Saturday, November 13, 2010

Cairns or bust.....

I am here! Yesterday I had a quick flight up from Brisbane and checked into to my 5 star hostel (insert sarcasm here).  I am looking at a place to live today so this will hopefully be my only post from here.   As soon as I put my bags in my room, I headed over to a restaurant on Esplanade (the main road on the water) called La Pizza for a quick interview with the manager.  It's a busy Italian joint that serves the trinity and was told to come into work Sunday morning.  So I will now be working, making some cash and friends too.  

A quick update on the Skipper for you all.  Got a note from him that he's basically not interested, which was surprising and not all the same.  This is pretty much the standard response when a man just doesn't "like you enough" as I like to say.  It's all good though, but after chatting last night with an old friend, I need to share an email with you that sums up dating, for me at least. Enjoy!

"Ahh, don't get down.  I mean after all, the dude drives a boat for a living.  I mean seriously.  Men are bastards and are threatened by smart and strong ladies.  So that is two strikes against you.  You need to find a guy as equally smart and strong that doesn't play games.  I think some of your troubles come from the fact that you give too many schleps a chance.  Schleps never work out because they are schelps and aren't worth a shit.  It will happen but in the meantime, enjoy yourself and don't sweat it." - A good friend  
 
Told you that was a good one.  And pretty solid advice too, all of which I know but seem to forget in the moment.  Oh well, moving on.  I also had an interesting experience at the bar last night.  The same bar and restaurant that we went to for our boat party is literally attached to my hostel so after my interview I went down for a happy hour drink, I thought I deserved one.  I found myself a nice seat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine and was pretty content.  I felt like there were one-thousand pairs of eyes on me, sort of like I imagine you feel if you were stuck in a dark cave with a bunch of hungry rats.  Low and behold the girl behind the bar says that the guy at the end of the bar wants to buy me a drink.  I say "oh geez great", but sure I will take it.  Thinking that the guy is going to actually come and speak to me I mentally prepare myself.  And nothing.  That was a win on my part.  I order another drink from a different server a little later and then the bartender tells me that the guy who bought me the first drink is now upset that I bought a drink and that I should order a bottle of champagne "whatever I want", yet he still hasn't even spoken to me. Um no thank you, but thanks for the little boost of confidence. 

I went up to my room to change and freshen up and then found a different area of the bar to sit and have some dinner.  I thought I was safe, but again an Aussie guy comes up to me and asks if I am waiting for someone.  Good line buddy, do I look that pathetic?  Well he was actually a really nice guy and went to college in the States so we had a good chat.  He of course bought me a couple beers and then starts talking about how he is house sitting for his boss next weekend and I should come.   Seriously?  Is this my life and what it has come to?  You should at least ask a girl out for dinner before you invite her randomly to a perfect strangers home for the weekend.  So I said I was going to the bathroom and moved to table in another area of the bar to finish my beer and then went back to retire for the night.  Odd.  

The dating rituals that single people have to endure truly are grueling and not for the faint at heart.  It's amusing, but stressful at the same time and I would prefer a man to do a little leg work first to see if I am interested and then ask me out on a proper date.  Too much too ask these days?

It's another beautiful day here in Australia and I am going to look at my possible new home in a few hours and go buy some clothes for work tomorrow.  Also after a talk with my girl Megan last night, throwing around the idea of putting all of my "misadventures" of love and life into some sort of compilation.  I do think it would be an interesting read and I have the perfect person in mind to help me edit it too!  So I will update on that soon! 

So from HOT and sunny Cairns make it a great day!




6 comments:

Matt C. said...

I heard recently that Australia is like Arkansas with a beach. Please disprove that in your next blog post.

NJ Cousin said...

Well - you have to kiss a lot of toads, as the saying goes. The only professional boater you should consider is the owner/operator and preferably the rig is a yacht. Life is too short, so don't worry about this one. Good luck with your first day at work!

Unknown said...

Cheryl, this was the first reading on your Blog and how interesting. Hope your having a great time and that you WILL be back on Hatteras Island Next summer. Take care of yourself and keep in touch.

NanaTurtle said...

maybe he heard about Uncle gordon!!! Remember-you can love a rich man just as easily as a poor one!!xo good luck with the apartment and new job-you'll be great!!

Oakcity said...

House sitting? Sounds like a basement covered in plastic.

Megan McReynolds said...

:) Take some good notes girlie!!