My Date With Alex (and what is happening with Scotty...)

Last night I met up with Alex.

It literally looked like a bomb went off in my closet with all of my clothes strewn around the place! I tried on every combination of shirts, shorts, peplum tops, turtle-necks, skirts and vests possible and strutted around in front of my full length mirror clutching onto a chilled glass of dry white wine to calm my nerves. 

But I finally settled on a little black dress. I looked good! Even I won't be shy to admit that. I made a big effort with my outfit, my hair and my makeup - and it didn't go unnoticed. He told me that I looked beautiful! Blush. 

I ordered wine, sushi and edamame beans. My usual at a seafood restaurant on the water. 

Alex opted for something non-alcoholic... because he doesn't drink... love it!! And some fishy main with veggies. 

We chatted for AGES - I actually honestly couldn't shut up! 

Then, the inevitable happened... he asked me to tell him about the guy that I met at the concert (a.k.a him!!!). 

I turned bright red and downright refused, shaking my head and looking anywhere else but at him. 

I don't really know how we stumbled our way into the rest of the conversation but we did end up discussing the fact that we kind of like each other.

He said things like a girl like me doesn't come around often in a town like we're in and that I'm smart and funny etc.... He said so many nice things - I'm easy on the eye and blah blah blah... but also mentioned that he is 10 years older than me and he worries that we are in different stages of our lives. He is wanting to settle down soon and he wanted to know where I stood and what it is that I want right now.... so it was all very mature and to the point. 

He then said that he'd like us to continue to hang out as friends and if something does happen between us, he'd like it to be slow. He lost his dad about a year ago and still has a lot he needs to deal with so I completely understand he needs things to go slowly. 

So we're friends - with obvious 'crushes' on each other. 

We actually have plans again over the weekend. He's house-sitting for his mum and has invited me over to watch movies and cook curry. As friends. He said that I can stay in the spare room. He's got such high morals that I really think that would be exactly what happens. 

He's a good guy. 

A good guy that now knows that I exist.  

Now let's move on to Scotty - a couple of you awesome readers (Corinne & Anshul in particular!) have been intrigued and asking what is happening there. 

OH MY GOD..... 

This past Sunday he came over and asked my dad for his blessing to marry me. And do you know what my dad said? Yes! 

Shiiiiiiiit. 

I didn't know about this at all and the next thing I know my entire family is smiling at me like idiots while Scotty suddenly said he wanted to take me up to this gorgeous view point. 

Instantly my heart started thundering in my chest. I could feel the pulse fast and hard in my neck as we walked to the view point. In my mind I just kept repeating, 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!' 

He didn't propose. He just wanted to cuddle and look at the view. Phew. Major coincidence!!!

When we got back to the house my mum dragged me aside and hissed into my ear, 'So did he do it!?!' and I knew exactly what she was talking about. 

He told my dad when he is going to be proposing but my dad won't tell me!! 

I need to end things.... to be able to continue this thing with Alex.... but I don't know how. 

How do you end things with someone who is suicidal and emotionally unstable??? How do you break someones heart???? He's so happy with me... God knows why! He's ready to pop the question and make me his wife. 

I really don't know what to do! Please help me.... 

As for Alex.... I really don't know what is going to happen there. 

I don't know if he really likes me enough to make a proper move. 

I don't KNOW if this Whitney girl is a threat or not. He says that she is just a friend but on Facebook they really do seem like more. But I'm too proud to ask. 

He has a lot to deal with before he'll be ready to be in a relationship and you know what? That suits me perfectly because I still have Scotty to deal with and a whole bunch of my own crap. 

Just once I wish things were easier. 

Insert Girlish Squeal Here

SO much has happened!!! I don't even know where to start... 

I guess I should start with recapping Valentines Day.. how Alex came into work to visit me and sent me a text afterwards telling me I looked stunningly beautiful. That's just the start of it. 

See, there's this guy in his 50's, grey haired with this creepy pointed mustache that keeps bothering me at work. He keeps asking me out and won't take no for an answer. After about seven attempts, I'm really fed up! Usually it would feel great to have a guy being so persistent, but not if he's some divorcee, old enough to be my father and driving a mid-life crisis convertible sports car!

So... My lovely Alex friend swooped in and said he'd deal with him if I needed him to. He was so protectively, sadistically sweet... telling me that he'd beat him up with his own creepy arms that he would tear off from his body if he continued to harass me!!! I know that sounds crazy - but my cheeks actually hurt from smiling so much when I read that text. 

He even said I could say that he was my boyfriend to get him off my back! I mean, come on!! I wish he was my boyfriend....... whoops! Did I just say that out loud???

Anyway, I thanked him and he sent me back this jokey text telling me that his services didn't come cheap.

Flirting! Cha ching!!

So while he started to think about a suitable remuneration, we met up at the gym. We don't do much talking at the gym. It's all training time... which is fine by me because he is so damn delicious to just look at anyway. ESPECIALLY when he takes his shirt off and does pull-ups on the bars. I swear all the woman's jaws need to be pushed back up from the floor! It's crazy how hot he is.
Yet... after gym... he sent me a text saying I look stunning in my gym outfit! ME. I don't even HAVE a real gym outfit!! I have old worn out trainers with the soles half torn off, my mothers old cycling shorts and a plane white vest. But he thinks I look good!

Here's where I decided to be ballsy... lately he's been texting me every morning to say he hopes I have a good day (awww!) but today I decided it was my turn to wish him a good day first. 

So I did:

Good morning! It is going to be a beeeeeeautiful day. Hope you have a good one x

I like to think it was happy, positive and not too 'take me now!' If you know what I mean? A few minutes later my phone buzzed to life with his reply:

Good morning pretty lady! Have a great day!

Pretty lady! 

Yip. 

Me! 

I actually cannot contain my glee.

So I did what I had to do... I grabbed my window of opportunity and flew right through it.

I waited a few hours before texting him back:

How is your day going handsome? ;)

Yes, I winked. Crap. 

I felt much more confident before I pressed the send button. I wasn't sure if that was a little too forward. But then again, he called me 'Pretty Lady,' so why can't I call him, 'Handsome?' 

Two can play at this game!

Things seemed to be going SO great... until I saw him at gym again. I approached him with a shy smile and he hugged me hello. I didn't even care that he was all sticky with sweat. 

We started discussing our weekend plans and he told me he was off to the city for some work things and then to see friends. I knew what he meant. He was off to see Whitney. 

Those of you who have started to read my blog regularly will know she's the new girl on the scene, even though he says that he isn't seeing anyone and that she's just a special friend. 

Damnit. 

I didn't lead on that I knew he was going to see her - because I don't want to come across as jealous or anything... I'm not really jealous. I can't be jealous at this stage because nothings even happened between us. But I'm confused. 

Why won't he tell me he's seeing someone??? 

But it doesn't stop there.........

After gym I texted him and told him to travel safely and he texted back:

Hope you have a great evening pretty lady!

It still makes me weak at the knees.... 

He'd had a hair cut, so I texted him back:

Thanks! Nice hair cut btw! So whats new with you? We don't get to chat much at the gym. I almost had a date last night but I freaked out and cancelled it at the last minute!

That part wasn't exactly a lie. I did have a date planned the other night actually... with an Indian! It wouldn't have been romantic or anything... but I just wanted to learn more about Indian food and culture so I'd got talking to someone but he started making me feel a bit weird. He was asking me what I was wearing and asking for 'selfies,' which isn't really my thing..... so I bailed. 

Haha! Why? Poor guy! Not too much happening with me. Just plodding along!

In between our texts, I'd found my way to a bar close to home. I needed a drink after hearing that Alex would be seeing Whitney.... alcohol numbs my confusion. 

After a refreshing drink, I had the courage to finally make a big move by texting him back:

I just don't see a connection with him to be honest.. so why waste time? Plus he turned out to be a bit of a creep anyway. 

Plus I am kinda perving over someone else ;)

I winked again. Yes. 

Oh so subtle, mystery girl. 

There was no going back once I'd sent him that message. 

Ohhhhh shit. 

Haha! He must have been pretty devastated! 

Who are you perving over? 

My heart started thundering in my chest. What the HELL was I supposed to text him back now!?! There's no way I could be so forward as to just say, 'You!' Could I???

With the help of the barman, the restaurant manager and a friend (three guys more clueless in love than me,) they helped me type my response:

You can know... in exchange for my I.O.U

If you're willing to part with that?

This would be the perfect remuneration for helping me get rid of the old guy with the creepy mustache. But a part of me was sure he wouldn't cash that I.O.U in just yet. 

Deal! I think that is a pretty fair trade.

Damnit. No really.... that's actually what I texted him back. Now I'd really put my foot in it!!!

He texted me again shortly after:

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. 

Everything in good time... 

But now I wanted to tell him. I'd liked him for weeks - if not months already. The reality was that I had met him months ago when he was still dating Marissa. I'd been at a concert with some friends that knew them and got introduced to him that night. Even back then, I was drooling over him. You just don't GET guys like that.... he is everything. Smart, successful, stunning, strong and seriously sweet. 

After a LONG think about what to say back, I finally slowly typed:

I met him at a concert. 

You couldn't get more obvious if you tried. 

It was done!

Now he knew.

Phew....

Two minutes later his response came through:

Oh! That's nice! Which concert may this be? Is it possibly the one from last year where I missed the majority of the concert? Lucky guy! 

Yes, yes it was. The one and only. 

But he was now playing dumb.... come on!!!!! Argh..... 

Yes. I only met one guy that night..... ok.. enough said. Blushing now.

Now he HAD to get the hints. He was the only one I'd met that night.

By now, my heart was racing as though I'd just finished a 1000 meter sprint!

Haha! There were a lot of guys there that night! I think this is a discussion we need to have in person!

In person! He wants to talk about it in person. Like mature adults. 

Yes!!!!

Just say when... haha have a great eve Dr. Alex!

I wanted to end the conversation there. I wanted to give it space and time to sink in for both of us. 

When I'm back from the city. Have a great evening!

So we're meeting up next week and while I'm practically glowing with happiness, I kind of have a hope that Alex is on the other end of the phone doing something like this:

I'll let you know how our meeting goes!

Have a great weekend everyone!!

I am Sherlock Holmes....... (and Mystery Girl, obviously.....)

So, I survived Valentines Day... I didn't turn into a fiance or a zombie from The Walking Dead. My pimples are slowly on the mend. There are no new ones rearing their ugly heads (literally,). 

To be honest, I wasn't sure I liked this Valentines Day at all. It was so different from all of the others. I'd always been spoiled on Valentines Day... but always by people I didn't really want to spoil me. There would be rose petals and heart shaped chocolates, bottles of wine and the gimmicky cards. This year there was none of that... until about midday. 

When I looked out of the window at work and saw the lady from the flower shop shuttling towards me, I wanted to sink down into my seat and hide. It's always a bit embarrassing to receive flowers isn't it??? But after an entire day of my Facebook and Instagram being flooded by everyone else's spoils, I finally felt like I was part of the love.....

Strangely though, the beautiful box filled with red roses weren't from Scotty..... or Alex. 

They were from Devon. 

Devon

I haven't introduced you to Devon before... I'm not really sure why. 

He's liked me for about five months now - but you know when someone puts themselves so out there for you that it's no fun? Even us girls like a bit of a challenge. We don't like people throwing themselves at us. 

Devon is such a wonderful person. He's kind and smart, creative and just a really good person. He's just not my type though. I've TRIED so hard to make him my type because I know he'd treat me  golden.... but I can't. 

How do you tell someone that you just don't see them that way without hurting their feelings? Is that even possible??? 

I don't want to lose him as a friend or a part of my life - but if I tell him I'm just not that into him (see what I did there? Ha!) I know I will lose him forever. 

He thinks Scotty and I have split up. Which we had done when we spoke on the phone a few days ago. But Scotty asked to give us another chance and I am trying..... I just don't have the heart to tell Devon that Scotty and I aren't entirely finished at this stage. Why??? Because I'll lose Devon. He'll hate me - or the decisions that I'm making anyway. He thinks that Scotty is no good for me... that the drugs and drinking and ex girlfriend always lurking around is just wrong for me. 

Devon is convinced that he is the one that can make me happy. But I'm not convinced. He just doesn't have that sharp edge that I like in a guy.

Anyway....

Before the flowers came, Alex popped into my work..... on Valentine's Day.

Granted I did ask him to. I had a question about some technical gadget I needed his help with. But he came.......! And I showed him around and we chatted for a while... oh God he looked good!!! He had just finished up a session at the gym.... I think I literally wiped drool from my face. 

After he'd left he sent me a message.... the message that made my Valentine's Day perfect. 

He told me that I looked stunningly beautiful. 

I literally squealed in response. 

I felt like a new level to my lust for him was reached - like maybe for the first time he actually noticed me as something more than just a gym friend.......

I then decided to be a bit ballsy and told him that he ALWAYS looks good.... blush. I did it in a funny way in which I hoped he would laugh. 

He told me that I was making him blush. 

He carried on chatting a bit - which was so wonderful... we were finally breaking free from the awkward small talk and really getting somewhere... 

But then the flowers came......... and I wondered, are they from him!? They couldn't be, could they?! But no. The card had Devon's name scrawled across it. 

I still appreciated them so much. They were beautiful. But my disappointment could not be masked. I just wanted Alex to make a move. 

Whitney

I asked him if he had sent anyone flowers and he said he had, to someone special in another town. 

My heart sank. 

WHAT!? Who was she!?!?

So I did a Facebook snoop, naturally..... 

Whitney. That's who.

Yip.... he's got someone special alright. Another skinny blonde that wears about enough makeup to fill up The Body Shop stock in one day... but she seemed to have a bit more depth to herself at least. From her Facebook page I could see she'd hiked Kilimanjaro and was involved in saving animals..... the perfect woman. Great. 

Her status' were all about how lucky she was to have Alex in her life and how excited she is to be seeing him in a weeks time. 

By now my heart had splattered onto the floor and was shriveling up into nothingness. 

I missed my chance. He'd already moved on. Maybe I never had a chance in the beginning anyway... 

I texted him back and told him that she was a lucky lady and that I was sorry for what I'd said about him always looking good.... I said that I felt like such a dick now..... which I did. 

He told me he wasn't seeing someone else, but that she was just a special friend.... Hmm...... 

I didn't want to say I'd just seen her Facebook page filled with sickeningly loved up status' about him. I would seem like a stalker!!! Which I'm really not! But sometimes, you need to go a bit Sherlock Holmes to get some answers!! Right?!? 

He then said to me that he'd just wanted to see my reaction when he told me he sent someone special flowers.... 

I WAS SO CONFUSED BY THIS POINT!!!

I asked him why but he ended the conversation so abruptly after that.... he said if he continued talking he'd just dig himself into a hole and that this was a conversation for another day.

The day after Valentines Day he sent me a message saying that he hoped I had a good Sunday. Gah.....! 

I texted back asking him when this conversation was going to take place. I mean, what did I have to lose anyway, right??? 

I don't like wasting time. If an opportunity presents itself to me, I take it. It's how I've always lived and how I always will. 

He told me then that it will happen one day........ when the time is right. 

As confusing and as annoying as this situation is... I can't help but still just want him. He's everything I have ever wanted.... and more. 

As for the rest of my Valentines Day... I saw Scotty. 

It was nothing like what we'd planned. The ring shopping didn't happen... instead, I sat at a table around a bunch of people in their 60's for a couple of hours swigging back beer. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my mind. 

I didn't even care that the ring shopping didn't happen. Nothing that we planned really happened the way that it was supposed to.... but then, there's a quote that goes something like this:

'You Need To Give Up The Life You Planned 

In Order To Have The Life That Is Waiting For You.'

I just don't know what's waiting for me around the next bend...... I guess there's only one way to find out. 

Today marks my 5 month anniversary of being with Scotty. I am trying... I really am. Although I don't really know why. After our breakup things have seemed a little bit better - we both got a lot off of our chests that needed to be said..... but lets face it, if Alex was to finally take a leap of faith and give me a shot instead of pursuing this Whitney girl, I'd be pretty ecstatic. 

While Scotty and I were driving around over the weekend I asked him about drugs... and he said to me that he will do it again, he's sure of it. 

I asked him if he will ever stop for good and he said yes, when I am pregnant. 

I hated that answer. 

I don't want the future father of my child to be doing drugs until that moment. What are the chances of him stopping after that?? And if I trust him and he does do drugs again once I'm already pregnant, then it's already too late. 

There's so much to this complicated love story. I just wish it could be simple. Just for a day. I wish I could tell Devon that I just don't see him that way and I wish that he would accept that and still remain my friend. I wish that I could have the guts to breakup with Scotty without worrying that he will do something stupid like kill himself... I wish that Alex would just get over whatever is holding him back and I wish that he would tell me how he feels. 

I wish that I knew how to make all of that possible. But I don't. 

So I walk blindly along, fitting in the puzzle pieces bit by bit.... and share with you the story. 

I hope you're enjoying it. 

Writing it all out like this is such a fantastic outlet. I love just letting it all free... and I love reading your amazing comments back to me.

Thank you. 

A Step in the Right Direction

I've taken a big step in what I hope is the right direction. 

Today is my first day off of 'the pill.' 

I'm not stopping it so that I can fall pregnant - that's the furthest thing from what I want at this stage of my life. In fact, I may possibly be the female version of Peter Pan! I just don't want to grow up.

No, I'm stopping the pill so that I can get my hormones back to normal. 

I'm very sensitive when it comes to the pill. It completes mucks up my emotions and hormones and turns me into an absolute gremlin. 

Since I started the pill about four months ago when Scotty came bursting into my life, I've noticed a big change in myself. 

I'm so much more sensitive and high strung. I get upset at the smallest of things and I really just don't feel like the old me. The girl that would go running into the sea in the middle of the night and risk the chance of hypothermia because I just wanted to make the most of life.

I've changed - and it's not only me that has noticed it. Scotty said he noticed a change the second I started taking the pill and I have a sneaky suspicion that that's why we've been having so many issues lately. 

I know that going back to the old me isn't going to happen overnight. Going off the pill will probably worsen my hormones and emotions for a few weeks, which I've already told Scotty to brace himself for. But in the long run, it will be the best thing for me and for my relationship. 

With all of the stress that's been erupting lately, it's given me a nasty breakout as well. I had two super attractive looking blind pimples beneath my nose and another on my chin that resembles a witches wort. Fantastic really...... so last night I dabbed on some toothpaste and pottered around my apartment smelling like a fresh breath. 

This morning I've woken up to the heads of the pimples finally peaking through (oh my GOD it's so sore!!). 

I've never really suffered from bad skin before. My boss says that there's a thing called Adult Acne... and that sometimes adults get it if they didn't have bad skin when they were a teen. Almost like a late bloomer... which I guess could be plausible considering I was a late bloomer with everything else in life from getting my period, developing boobs and so forth.....

During my lunch break today, I'm heading out onto the stormy streets of London to try and fix my spot infested face. 

I think it's going to look like a Zombie from The Walking Dead got out to be honest... but then it is Friday the 13th so maybe I'll look the part:

Does anyone have any suggestion on what products take pimples away quickly?

So tomorrow after putting on some fake french manicured nails, Scotty and I are going ring shopping.... jeepers. 

I'm pretty devastated that our first Valentine's together is ruined by my face that resembles a connect-the-dots game... but hey...

Thank GOD for cover-up!!

Valentines Day, Proposals and Such...

OK that last post was like, WAYYYY too deep for my liking. I started this blog as a creative outlet, yes, but I wanted it to be done in a humorous and entertaining way... where I share with everyone my struggles through a mid-twenties love life! And that's what it's going to be... no more talk about depression and suicide.

With that said... here's the latest update in the life of me, Mystery Girl:

As women, we all dream of being proposed to. Who doesn't want that fairy-tale moment of a guy down on one knee, producing that little black velvety box with a sparkly diamond inside?

Scotty and I have been in an awful place - we've been bickering continuously and I know I'm the one to blame for it. I've started to instigate fights and I know it's because I haven't been 100% happy... but for all the negative about Scotty, there is also a mass amount of good.

Yesterday, after another one of our fighting matches, we basically split up... but in a desperate attempt to win me back he told me that the reason he'd just sold his motorbike was to buy me a ring.... 'the' ring.

He said that it was supposed to be a surprise but that the cat is now out of the bag.

I don't know if he's making it all up - I mean, just last weekend he was dragging me around marine shops looking for a kayak. Now suddenly he said the money for his bike was always intended for a engagement ring... who knows.

He then revealed the Valentines plans he had for us..... ring shopping.

RING SHOPPING......... on Valentines day.

Is a relationship of 5 months too soon to be heading in that direction?

I guess you do get those crazy in love couples that do it... when you know, you know! Right?

But do I know?

NOTHING is happening with Alex. As far as I can tell, he just thinks of me as a new gym friend and someone to talk to whenever he's interested.

He's gorgeous - he's successful, he's kind, he's funny, he's smart, he's creative and outdoorsy and pretty much everything that I could ever ask for...  but after the last couple of weeks, I haven't picked up one romantic connection between us.... (much to my dismay).

That's fine - I guess he just doesn't feel that way about me and that's OK.

We're friends (kind of...) and that's how I see it staying. So I have to stop the perving over his drool-worthy body and stop shaking at the knees every time he smiles at me or helps me with carrying weights in the gym.

It was nothing more than a fantasy... and now I need to let it go.

So after work this saturday it's off to the shops with Scotty to find out my ring size and to try on dozens of different rings so that he can gauge what I like.

We'll go watch a movie afterwards, I'm thinking Fifty Shades of Grey!

Have any of you seen it??

Perhaps we'll play ten-pin bowling and end the night off with some supper surprise that he has in store for us. He told me about it with a twinkle in his eye so I'm not 100% sure what he's up to but I have a feeling it may be him cooking lobster at home. I've been hinting towards wanting that FOREVER now.

I think he'll propose within the next couple of months and then I'll be a fiance.

After all I've told you about Scotty - do you think I'm mad for going along with this? Or do you think maybe, just maybe, this could be a chance to stop being the single girl with an endless supply of tossed up love stories?

Am I going to have that ring on my finger and become a crazed bride-to-be, attending wedding expo's and changing this blog into a wedding planner or will things take a completely different path???

It's all coming up.... in future episodes of Mystery Girl ... (and the exciting thing is that not even I know what is in store for me! I'm writing the story one day at a time. I hope you're enjoying it?!)

Until next time,

Mystery Girl

;)

Maybe I'm the problem... or is it the pill???

Have you ever been with someone and had no idea why? Like you're in this relationship with someone that you actually feel no real connection with but yet you just can't walk away?

As the time goes on, my attraction towards Scotty becomes less and less. 

I know it sounds awful to say it, but he just seems so stupid - and if we were to split up I really don't think it would effect me very much. 

He does really daft things... a lot. Things that make me wonder what the hell he was thinking! It is really annoying. I can't even think of any off the top of my head because they are all just so unbelievably thick. 

I realize I sound like a bitch.... and maybe I am. But even though he annoys the absolute living daylights out of me, I still stay with him. 

I've found out he's been lying to me a lot lately.... but I guess I've been lying to him too.... this attraction to the gorgeous doctor, Alex, isn't going away... but it isn't really progressing either. 

He definitely doesn't see me in that way. For a while I really thought that he might... but he'd have at least said something by now, wouldn't he??? 

Alex is too good for me. I know that....

Maybe I am destined to end up with a guy like Scotty... maybe that's my path. 

Scotty and I had a huge blow out last night and it ended with him telling me that he just sold his motorbike (for a lot of money!!!) to buy me an engagement ring. 

An engagement ring!!!

It isn't about a big sparkly diamond and designer wedding dress from Kleinfeld.... it isn't about some glamorous honeymoon on a yacht sailing through the Maldives...

But somewhere a part of me doesn't want to leave him. 

I had an absolute breakdown over the weekend - like literally I think I could have flooded the Nile river in Egypt with the amount of tears I shed. 

It was me being emotional about my parents alcoholism again...... that's how it started anyway... but once the waterworks had started they just wouldn't stop.... and he took me up to my bedroom and cradled me in his arms and just rocked me back and forth until I slipped into a blubbering sleep.

It's things like that he does that I really appreciate. He's there for me when I really need him to be. It is SUCH a catch 22 because at times he really makes me see a guy I could picture spending the rest of my life with but then at others he does something that annoys me beyond belief.

Worst of all I just don't feel like me anymore.

I don't feel like that free-spirited girl that pounced at the chance to do anything fun with him in the beginning.

Maybe it really is the pill.... it really does effect my hormones and emotions... but I spoke to the gynecologist about that the other day and she said she highly recommends staying on a contraceptive unless I am comfortable with falling pregnant right now.... which, given my current state of mine, I most certainly am not!!! 

But as it seems like I am really sensitive towards the pill and the estrogen and stuff it contains the only other thing she could recommend was a coil thing that goes INSIDE your lady bits....... it's apparently excruciatingly painful to insert.... so I downright refused.

Things like the injection and other contraceptive precautions wouldn't do me good. The pill I am on is such a mild one but yet it still effects me badly. I become a nightmare of a person and I hate it! 

I just want to feel like me again.

Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm the problem.

So what do I do? Do I carry on sticking it out with Scotty? Do I wait for his proposal and hope that things get better? That one day when I'm off the pill my affection for him will come back??? At this point I actually really don't even find him hot anymore......... I hate admitting that!! 

I wouldn't even know how to breakup with him.... I've never been good at that. Plus, Scotty is on heavy anti-depressants and four years ago when his 'big'ex split up with him, he tried to kill himself. He'd told me about all of these ideas he'd had like throwing himself in front of a bus....

Now here I am going to get bitchy again..... 

HOW can someone think about throwing themselves in front of a bus?!? It's so selfish!! What about the poor driver. Imagine the damage you will do to him and how you will ruin his / her life. 

See, it's like sometimes he just doesn't think...

So I'd be scared to breakup with him. I AM scared to breakup with him... it's not that he's being manipulative.... although it might sound like it. He's got a few really serious issues in his life I'll admit, but I'm scared to leave him because for some reason I am scared to lose him even though I don't think it will be that a big of a deal if I do. 

Does that even make sense!!? No.... not it doesn't. See!?!? I am an emotional wreck right now!! Argh! 

I know this was a seriously heavy post.... 

It covers everything from suicide, hormones, relationship issues and more... 

I hope it wasn't too much for you all. 

I promise I'll try and make the next post a bit more light-hearted and enjoyable.... 

But you're thoughts and advice right now would be really appreciated... because lets face it, I need it!

Revenge With A Weed Plant

I'm angry. 

Two days ago Scotty's ex (who lives next door to him,) stomped over to his place and stole back a pot plant that she had given him when they were still together. That's not what I'm angry about, though.

Scotty then decided that it would be a fabulous idea to have a bottle of wine before going over to her place at Midnight, dig the plant out of the pot and plant a weed in its place. No.... I'm not lying. At midnight!!! The fact that he's even going around to her place that late is worrying enough...........

Worst of all, he never told me until last night when I asked him if he'd heard from her since their run in the other day at his Auntie's house. If you want to read what happened at that crazy incident, click HERE. 

When he told me, I was in shock. Why didn't he just tell me from the beginning?! Like, TWO DAYS AGO?!?!? I'm honestly not comfortable with the fact that she lives so close. It's a lot to deal with and on top of that she's got all the same friends as him, works as a waitress in ALL of the cafes we want to go to for breakfast, she ALSO works for his Auntie in her gardening center and has basically just weaseled her way into every part of his life. 

Obviously, she noticed the weed plant and came knocking on his door. 

It all just seems like a tennis match of childishness and immaturity to me and it makes me feel uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.

I got angry and turned my back on him in bed last night - then he got angry with me for being upset! He got so defensive and said, 'this is why I didn't tell you in the first place!'

If your boyfriend did something like that wouldn't you be upset? 

How would you handle it? 

Decisions, Decisions....

I really want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you who have followed my blog lately and taken the time to leave such sweet comments on my posts. 

The best is that so many of you are reminded of a tv show when you read my posts and that was the whole idea behind it! 

So a big thank you to you all for all of your love and support with my newbie blog: Mystery Blogger.

So my weekly gym perv-session of a shirtless Alex was cancelled without warning yesterday. Oh, he was there alright... he was there in the gym, fully clothed however (damnit) in a gorgeous vest and some shorts. Phwoar. He really does just keep on getting sexier and sexier. 

Turns out he'd worked out an hour before me yesterday so when I got there at 6pm, he was finished. But, instead of scarpering off home to put his beautiful body in the shower, he stayed and helped my group of gym fanatics out. 

He encouraged us while we did our squats and push-ups and he cheered us on. I like to think he paid extra attention to me... he probably didn't though. 

Of course, gym is the sexiest place for a guy yet the least flattering for a woman. 

Why is it that a sweaty man makes you weak at the knees but a sweaty woman is just repulsive???

With shaky knees and wobbly arms, I got through my workout with a delightful layer of sweat caked over my forehead. Funnily enough though, I didn't feel shy or embarrassed about it in front of him... This only confirms that yes, Sonia, his farts really do smell like roses. 

After the intense workout he sauntered over to me and asked if I had some water... most likely because I looked like I was half dying as I sprawled out across the filthy gym floor like a starfish. Like I said... attractive. 

I shook my head and gasped for air - next thing I know he is bringing me over his flask of fresh rain water and letting take a sip. 

Can everyone just say, 'Awwwww,' right now????  

Anyway so gym drew to a close and I said goodbye to everyone before heading home. 

Much later in the evening I received a text message from Alex - and this time it was nothing to do with his bimbo ex, Marissa whose Facebook is FILLED with all of these disgusting images showing off how skeletal she is.

Nope.... he didn't text me for advice about her this time. I could have actually burst with happiness at the message. It was just a short and sweet text saying well done and that I did very well in gym today! 

Now, this is usually where I go overboard and scare the poor guy away by jumping in with both feet. Thankfully, I've learnt that doesn't work now... so instead, I played it cool! 

I thanked him and told him how much I am loving the gym and enjoying getting to know all the people there. I said that so that he knows it's not just about him. Which it isn't. As I've said before, I'm very hopeful that this gym crowd could actually turn into a proper friendship group for me. 

There's more to it than just a boy.

Anyway, so I think I've mentioned before that so far Alex doesn't seem to be very chatty over texts but last night our conversation actually escalated beyond the small talk. 

When I'd gone into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed, I found my dog fast asleep in the shower (obviously there was no water coming out of the nozzle or anything..) but it was so cute that I had to take a photograph. 

Alex loves dogs. He has two of his own so I thought I'd send him an image in the hopes that it would a. make him smile and b. get him to notice that I love dogs too. 

Am I really weird??? Probably.... but hey, if you don't try, you'll never know. 

After I sent him the photo he messaged me back asking what my dogs name was! A conversation starter! We ended up speaking about dogs for a while over text messages and that's when he said something that made my entire day.... 

He said: "All I know is that any dog that lands up with you as an owner is extremely lucky!"

I was ecstatic after reading that and swiftly wished him sweet dreams before shutting my phone off for the evening. 

My cheeks are actually sore from smiling so much - he was so sweet yesterday but in the subtlest of ways that make it so difficult for me to gauge whether its just friendly or whether he may actually maybe like me. 

Now onto the Scotty business.....

Corinne asked whether I have forgiven him for being a dick the other night - and the truth is, no. No I haven't. We've kissed and made up and it's over with now - but I am disappointed in him. I'm tired of him always acting like he wears the pants in our relationship. This isn't the 18th century. A relationship should be equal shouldn't it!?

I feel like I continually dote on him and drop all my plans for him if he asks me to but I don't get the same in return. He does what he wants and prances around like he owns the place and I'm sick of it. It's like his plans and his friends and his life comes first.

But then he has his moments where he's incredibly sweet and shows me the Scotty that I fell in love with in the first place... like holding my hand while I was at the gynecologist and buying me the prescription medicine to fix my vagina and making me a sandwich for lunch. He really does have his moments. 

So he's not the most sensitive guy or romantic and thoughtful... and he might have some major fall-backs and quite a few habits that I find incredibly unattractive but somewhere beneath all of that is the guy I did see something in a few short months ago.... and honestly, until I know that Alex either has some sort of romantic feelings towards me or doesn't (which will seriously suck!) then I don't want to make any quick decisions. 

The other thing is that my dad adores Scotty. This is like a revelation because honestly, my dad has always hated ALL of my boyfriends. Scotty is the first guy that has gotten his approval and that means the world to me. I am such a daddy's girl... 

If anything ever ended up happening between Alex and I, I'd be freaking out about him meeting my parents because Alex doesn't drink. Alex doesn't smoke. Alex is like... perfect.... and my parents are raging alcoholics and smoke like chimneys. 

Alex would probably feel so out of sorts if he were to ever meet them and I'd be ashamed and embarrassed by my parents awful lifestyle and behavior. 

URGH!!!! Decisions, decisions!!!

My Breakthrough with Alex (Oh... and I Don't Have A Broken Vagina!)

It's thrush. Good old thrush. Phewwww..... I'm not dying.

Why did I get thrush? Well.. because recently I got kicked down by a really nasty cold and had to take anti-biotics for it. Turns out that taking anti-biotics can cause thrush in woman. 

Now I'm back on anti-biotics to cure it!! Can you see the pattern here???? Hmmm.. anyway. 

Fantastic being a woman, isn't it??? We're such complicated creatures!

Anyway - so now that I've been poked and prodded by condom covered ultra-sound devices that look like petrifying dildo's, pregnancy and miscarriages were eliminated as well as my over-reaction that I may possibly be bleeding to death internally and a ginormous slice of my salary has been stolen from me... this blog can carry on back to normal. 

I have got to share with you my news about Alex!!!

Let me start from the beginning:

After Scotty decided to disappear on me once again and go out drinking (which he then apologized for after 12pm the next day saying that he had no signal on his phone until then!!! Really?! Convenient....) I got pissed off and decided not to see him for the weekend. It just happens far too regularly for me, you know? 

I was planning on just staying in with a good book and relaxing in my slippers and onsie:

Buuuuuuut then Alex invited me over to his place for a dinner party! I know, right!?

When I asked who else was coming he said that it was the personal trainer from gym and his French girlfriend.

Double date!?!? He may not have said it but I was thinking it. 

Of course I jumped at the chance. I was cross with Scotty and even though I am painfully attracted to Alex, I also do feel like I could finally be forming a proper friendship group. I've never really had one of those... it's always just been me. I don't have a 'click' or a 'group.' So this could be the start of something much more beneficial for me as a person! 

I bounded over to Waitrose and gathered up salad supplies after dabbing on some makeup and dressing 'down.' I'd opted for a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black vest, a white hoodie and some white sandals. I didn't want it to seem like I'd dressed up for him, you know? 

When I got to his place, which is situated right out in the forest on a farm with rolling green hills and a valley of paddocks along the side of the dirt road.. I met his mother! She is an incredible woman and she actually stayed and ate dinner with us. 

After a trio of salads (remember we are all gym bunnies here....) we watched one of the best movies I think I have ever seen: 

The Interview. 

Watching a movie wouldn't really have been my first choice. I'm much more of an interactive person and would have preferred if the four of us had played a board game or something... but it was a seriously great film!

But when you watch a movie next to the guy you have the hots for - it can be really awkward! I didn't know how to sit, what the safe distance between us would be, what to do with my hands and arms..... so eventually I just sort of slumped down in this sofa that could have gobbled me up it was so soft and I crossed my arms over my stomach so that it almost looked like I was sulking!!! But I didn't know what else to do!

The WHOLE movie Alex was on his phone next to me texting someone and I couldn't help but get super annoyed with it. Why did he invited ME to this dinner and movie night if he was going to be sitting there texting some other girl the whole time???

But eventually he showed me, the personal trainer and the personal trainers French girlfriend a picture of this battered up guy who was in the hospital. Turns out the other staff on call in the hospital that night were messaging him pictures of this guys x-rays.

So I needn't have got upset. 

Once or twice I did think he may just reach out and touch my leg or my hand but he didn't and I am actually grateful for that. 

I would have wanted to hold his hand back but cheating is something I don't agree with so I wouldn't want to do that until things with Scotty have been sorted out. 

Plus.. with this whole thrush thing, Scotty has been so lovely about it. He drove me to the gynecologist and even brought me lunch AND paid for the medicine. He really does try sometimes. 

OK.... so at least I know what the hell is going on with my lady business now. 

And as for the Scotty / Alex situation... well, that's the ongoing tale that makes this blog what it is. 

I'm glad today is nearly over. It's definitely been testing.

Tomorrow is a new day and I get to see a very sexy shirtless Alex in the gym for an hour or two - but then I have Scotty over for dinner. 

Hmmmm... life aint so bad... (even with thrush). 

Lady Problems.......

Hey Bloggers... 

You know you get those days where EVERYTHING just goes wrong? 

A literal bad hair day....??

Well... that's today.

So, although I have so much to tell you on the Alex and Scotty front... today's post is going to be about something completely different. 

I'm having some girl problems and need to know if any of you have been through anything similar. 

After Scotty and I became official, I went onto 'The Pill.' Qlaira to be exact. It all seemed great at first - my periods were regular and came when they were supposed to. It all seemed to be working out... 

But now I've been taking it for about 5 months and this month I've had breakthrough bleeding twice. Well, that's what my mother said that it is anyway. 

It's like brown, old blood and it isn't heavy like a normal period. 

My period isn't due for another week and a half...? 

To top it all off, my libido has taken a serious plummet which might just be because of the whole Alex / Scotty dilemma????? 

I could tell Scotty was feeling really upset about the fact that we hadn't had sex for about two weeks though so this morning we did..... 

STRAIGHT afterwards, my vagina went all swollen.. like, BADLY swollen. It's happened before and I was treated for thrush. But although the swelling is exactly the same as last time (maybe even worse!), Scotty didn't get it. Last time he was also swollen up and it was quite mortifying. It took us AGES to get back to normal with more anti-biotic prescriptions than I can count!! 

He's fine this time. It's only me that looks like my privates have exploded. 

What the hell is this!?!? 

I'm not like.. pregnant or miscarrying or something am I?!? I'm just assuming the worst. 

Are these symptoms of thrush? Symptoms of pregnancy? Symptoms of a miscarriage??? 

Have any of you been through this??

I mean I am freaking out so much that when I went to the chemist this morning I had a nervous breakdown in the middle of the store!!!

I have booked an appointment with the gynecologist which is in an hours time but I just thought I'd share it with you all because maybe some of you have been through something similar...? Or maybe you will in the future... and maybe somehow this post can help us women figure out our delicate lady bits!!