Three weeks to go, and a new boy

I'm leaving for Australia in less than three weeks.

Besides the pursuit of my one and only true love, I have also been overwhelmingly occupied with pursuing higher education in order to achieve all my future aspirations, hence the trip (possibly this could explain why Prince Charming has eluded me thus far). So with work winding down, and friends slotting themselves into the few precious days I have remaining on this side of the world, a new boy slips into my life.

I met this boy at a friend's family holiday tradition, him and his entire family. We spent the day making homemade ravioli and nursing our holiday hangovers. His blue eyes caught mine across a crowded, noisy room and dare I say there was chemistry as we battled it out playing guitar hero?

I was surprised when he asked me out, and when he proposed bubble tea, even with my flight looming, I couldn't decline. We talked the night away and even though we are both aware of the expiry date I was shocked not only did we get along so well but that he wants to see as much of me as he can before I go...and when I return.

This week has been full of happy surprises; I even opened my email this morning to a very lovely note from him.

Of course, post-date I dished all the details to my friend, who returned the favour with every juicy detail he spilled. And let me just say, so far it's all been very sweet.

Ticket to ride

I quit my jobs, I paid my tuition and today I've booked my seat on one of the few nonstop flights halfway around the world! It's time for some change of pace in this single girl's life and I'm 55 days away from an Australian adventure and the beginning of my Master's program. I can picture myself leaving all my worries, troubles, underpaid jobs, debt and useless love exploits away. Yippee! It hardly seems real, except that as soon as a little birdie announces my soon to be scarcity I get a phone call...

...from the London Boy. "I've been so self-absorbed. I'd hate for you to go a whole world away without me getting a chance to see you." His story sounds vaguely familiar. In fact, I'm absolutely certain I've heard it before. So without raising a shocked eyebrow I agree because this time I'll believe it when I see it.

And whether or not it happens, I still have a ticket to ride and I don't care!

The dead weight

I know. It's been eons since I last posted on this blog. Guilty as charged. You're probably sitting there wondering, if I've resigned myself to old-maidom... stopped prepping for work with the same concentration, started going out to run errands in (gasp) lululemon pants or worse given up the battle with my hair. If these horrendous dispositions have manifested in me, how will you ever laugh at my irredeemable love life?

Fear not! I haven't given up on my quest for love. Truthfully, those admiring glances bestowed upon me really haven't garnered reciprocation. And, no I'm not, "let myself go" in any sense of the phrase. In fact, quite the opposite. I'm letting go of something else. Something that has been like an anchor, weighing me down, preventing me from moving forward: The London Boy (a.k.a. The Scientist).

GASP! Some of you are probably wondering what is with my sudden change of heart. (Let me first preface this by saying that none of this is sudden. If you can remember correctly I had been "waiting" for this to percolate into something for a long while). Lately not even my coffee has been percolating, (thanks to an utterly divine French press). I was minding my own business, looking at my "news feed" on facebook when I read a message posted on his wall. "Nice picture, London Boy, no wonder [enter ex-girlfriend's name here] can't get enough of you."

So, he's back at that! Am I mad? The thing is not really. The tedium of this pattern isn't becoming. It's obvious that his ex-girlfriend can't live without him.

Thankfully, I can.