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I can't remember the last time I saw him.

Actually I remember it I just don't remember when it WAS.  But it was an uncomfortable encounter (for me) as the topic of conversation tended towards just how in lerv he was and how fabulous internet dating is! 

Tough to take when he'd been the object of my affection for far to long to be considered sensible... (yes, the phrase 'he's just not that into you' was applicable).

In any case, I've moved on, so too has he... moved on to matrimony and I think I'd seen him 1x in the last 18 months.  I'd only heard vaguely that he was married but it has since been confirmed that a wedding did indeed take place.  Brilliant, jolly good show, old chap.

Not bitter.

Nuh ah...

Anyway, since I moved to my wee garden flat I've been in vaguely the same suburb as he had, to my knowledge, been living so I was surprised we'd never bumped into each other.

(You know what's coming, right?)

That was until about 2 weeks ago.

Turns out he's living less than a block from my place.  Turns out we can still find plenty to talk about, rugby, work, church etc.  Turns out he STILL looks you in the eye when he talks to you, like you're the ONLY person in the room/on the sidewalk, turns out he still has the bluest eyes you ever saw.

Turns out I don't fancy him any more*.

Phew...

I'm eating a box dinner. You know the kind, pull it out of the freezer, punch a couple of holes in the lid and fling it in the microwave.

This is not normal behaviour for me.

Blame it on the fact that I'm sick (I know, if you're one of my facebook friends you've been hearing about it all week... sorry for carrying on here too). And before you ask I've been laid low with nothing more than the flu. I thought it was a cold. But I've had to escalate it to the flu because I'm still out of action at the end of a full week. Which is why I still have a limited appetite and still can't be bothered cooking.

Which is probably why it's taking me a bit long to recover. I'm not eating properly.

Which is why I'm eating a box dinner. It said healthy on the cover.

Hope it's not wishful thinking.

Ha! That got your attention!!!

Meh... There is none. Sorry, I'm as ticked off about it as you are, probably more so. This is particularly depressing because I cuddled Henry and Brad's baby today. Sigh. A v cute one who went to sleep quite comfortably. [Does Want.]

Sigh.

Anyway, in other news, I have tickets to Crowded House in November, I haven't seen them before, actually even though my dad used to play golf with the Finn Bros dad and even though I served Tim Finn when I worked at the bank (yes I KNOW he's not in Crowded House - but couldn't resist the name dropping opportunity) it was my sis who got the signed copy of their first album . I'm delighted they're back performing and am the proud owner of their latest work and I flog it to death at work at the moment... Bah Humbug iTunes making me spend all that money.

Meh, it's worth it.

Anyway, Shoe and I are going to the concert, and as I'm a bit nuts I bought 4 tickets figuring a group is better than a couple and as I'm not part of a couple figured that 4 is even better than being alone. Anyway Shoe is the world's biggest CH fan and she was a natural choice to go with. So what to do with the other 2?

What to do? Heh... invite boys; because, let's face it, it does get boring always doing stuff with the girls. So we've invited Burper and Carlo, sterling Kiwi blokes who won't spend the night trying to make me believe the CH are actually an AUSTRALIAN band... EVERYONE knows they're a Kiwi band... just because both Paul Hester and Nick Seymour were/are Aussies EVERYONE knows that as Neil Finn is the front man and the principal songwriter he has a bigger vote... He's a Kiwi thus CH is a Kiwi band, so there.

Anyway, It's Dee and Shoe and the boys (who haven't yet accepted the invite... likely because of the $95.00 price tag but who in faith will understand what an utterly irresistible opportunity it is and will of course, say yes) going to Crowded House on Nov 5th.

Hurrah.

I was 15 when I first made a boy cry.

It was something of a revelation for a young and awkward girl to have made her best friend cry. My only experience of the emotions of boys and men was in the person of my dad. A partrician example, staunch and proud and 'manly'. Cry? You would have had to poke him in the eye with a sharp stick to see that...

Rich and I had been friends for months, hanging out, listening to the Police and Nik Kershaw on vinyl. Talking for hours on the phone about the Police and Nik Kershaw. We were pretty tight and so he asked me to be his girl.

I said yes, of course, he was lean and blonde, and he liked The Police and Nik Kershaw. What's not to love?

So for 9 days I was his girl.

Unfortunately for him I was an awkward antisocial 15 year old and I actually had no idea what it meant to be his girl, and I got scared when he got too close. Really scared, and so one day, when we were alone at yoof camp. I told him that I couldn't be his girl any more.

And he cried.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was absolutely gobsmacked (great word that).

Me? Having that kind of power? Enough to scare me even more...

We never quite got our friendship back (like duh). By the time I had got a bit more comfortable with me, and with having him in my personal space he was seeing someone else (a 'whole lot more' of them than he would have seen with me - which incidentally didn't stop him snogging me sensless at Easter Camp when we listened to The Cars and made out on our camp beds...) and we moved on; me to work and then overseas, him to parenthood, marriage and divorce.

I often wonder what may have happened if I hadn't been such a fraidy cat. Maybe I'd be a solo mum, divorced from him, or maybe we missed a great opportunity. Not something I'm likely to know this side of eternity.

Anyway I got to thinking about Rich, my errant youth when I made another boy cry yesterday and felt almost as bad as I did the first time.

He asked me to come over, he wanted us to go out, out to the zoo, as it happens and while I'm a big fan of the zoo, the weather was cool and I had a client coming over to peruse some work, so I said no.

His reply was floods of tears followed by speechlessness. He had to hand the phone over he was so choked up.

He rang off so quickly I had no right of reply, and truth is I was so upset I almost dropped everything there and then to go after him and soothe him. I had no idea he'd be that cut up... the zoo's not going anywhere, neither am I, it will just have to wait for another day! I'm actually still tripping, and in all honestly a bit flushed and flattered that I have such an effect on him. What girl doesn't love when a boy gets all toungetied and weak kneed when she's around? I have to say that it's the first time that my refusal to go on a date made him cry. Can you imagine what he'd have done if he'd asked me to marry him and I hesitated?

Poor boy, it's pretty tough being in love with a girl when you're only 3.