Never trust a man...

Who won't move without his satnav.

A few weeks ago I met this guy who seemed very nice. Unfortunately he turned out to be too nice. I think the phrase is passive aggressive. I couldn't express an opinion or a wish without him challenging it and forcing me into a change of plan. All very nicely, of course, never rudely or anything like that. Like:
"I'm so glad I have the weekend free so I can spend two days in absolute peace, on my own, seeing nobody";
"Ok then, how about meeting on Saturday?"
"Err... no, I'd really like to be on my own".
"Oh, I'll just pop round to drop a Christmas present by!"
*gritted teeth* "Ok then".

Or:
"I have a really busy week, won't be able to see you."
"Fancy going to this club on Friday?"

Or forgetting his shower gel on my bath, which I didn't mind too much, no big deal, then asking to leave his shaving stuff as he was coming back, still no big deal, then a shirt... But I blew it when he brought round a sewing machine after I'd mentioned that I had some stuff to mend (note, not asked him to bring it round). I told him I didn't want it there as I was expecting people and was trying to tidy up, could do without additional clutter. When I didn't see it in the original spot I'd assumed that he'd taken it away but, no, he'd just moved it somewhere else that I didn't notice until it was too late. When he was back and I asked him, yet again, to remove it, he tried leaving it here saying it'd either go straight to the skip or stay in his car. As if I f*cking cared!

He made me feel stifled, cramped, I hadn't felt my personal space so invaded for yonks. And it was time to say goodbye, so I did so this morning. His reply?
"Yes, I'd been thinking about our relationship too, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere and there seems to be no spark". This, from the guy that texted me on his way home once saying that was the best sex he'd had in ages. The cheek!
So I hastened to reply that I could *assure* him there was no spark, and the relationship wasn't going anywhere 'cos it was never meant to, as I'd made it very clear from day one that all I wanted was some casual fun, to which he'd agreed. Honestly!

On the other hand, I had some company I really enjoyed for a few days. My friends came over with baby and I got to play auntie for the weekend, when I snatched the little thing and kicked them out of the flat, so I could enjoy his undivided attention :)))
Both Saturday and Sundays started with the baby sleeping... well, actually, they started with me singing to him and dancing with him in my arms, like a madwoman, at which point he must have decided that it was safer to go to sleep.
Then feeding time. On Saturday he wasn't very hungry but on Sunday he ate like a wolf, with interruptions for winding... bloody 'ell, he belched so loud at one stage that I burst into laughter and he just looked at me with an arched eyebrow, as if to say, who do you think you're laughing at!!!
Then more dancing... by the end of both days he was headbanging and shaking his fist to the Nutrocker :)))

I went down to Italy at the end of November. This was a combined trip for my niece's birthday and to take in Fish's Italian tour, which started in Milan on 29th November. I'd arrived there on 28th From Florence... with a 2 1/2 hours' delay (on a 3 hours' journey) due to the only Eurostar train ever to be late doing so when I was booked on it. It was a great night, but the rest was even better. The following morning we set of for Rome, only to arrive there about 9 hours later due to incredible traffic (a general strike had been planned for that day, so no public transport). The Roman gig was fantastic, lots of people, lots of fun, the man in good form, and a friend in Rome putting us up for the night (after we followed the wrong car for 10 km or so). Then, on the Saturday morning, off to Bologna. We finally made it there (after missing the motorway exit). Attendance that night was a bit disappointing but still a great time!

We had all planned to go see them in Crewe this Saturday too, the Italian guys had their tickets booked, the car was hired and all... only to receive an email yesterday advising us that the guitarist had just had a heart attack and the gigs were postponed!
Well, at least it was just a minor one and the guy will be fine in a few weeks... I just wonder, is it me that jinx everything???

Oh well...