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Feelings - real or not?

I was talking, to the person I regularly have sexy time with, this evening and we somehow got onto the topic of youth and sex... Well it started from the tv and a display of LMR - last minute resistance, I'd not heard of this before, but it's apparently real and when guys just tell girls it's ok to go slow and then go in for the kill. 
He then made a comment that he didn't think he could sleep with an 18 year old. I said I definitely couldn't do it. 
Before I go any further, I'd just like to say that he and I don't talk about these things seriously actually the whole thing of him and I is its all for fun, which works perfect! 
Ok back to the topic at hand... Young girls, or boys depending on your tastes, and whether to go there or not. My response as you can all imagine is 'ah hell no!' Because all young ones develop vaginal emotions, or in other words, become stage 5 clingons!
We joked about this a bit more and that nobody got time for that shit! 

I was left confused to say the least

I don't know if this post is going to make sense because part of this still doesn't make sense to me.
Not so long ago, but long enough, I met someone. Someone who had me convinced he was amazing, I was so comfortable and happy that I let my guard down, which for those of you who know me, doesn't happen often. 
Letting my guard down is not to be mistaken with me being open because those two things are very different. Letting my guard down is me laying myself, my flaws and my insecurities on the table, it's acknowledging certain things that I don't like to ever raise with people, some of my friends don't know some of the things that I laid out to Mark. 
That's his name, Mark, and in true style of this blog, he was known as the radio guy to some of my friends, as he works for 96fm on their breakfast show. There was something about him, even now I can't work out what it was. He was funny, charming, happy, seemed to have things figured out like me and was into …

Emotional v Unemotional

I've recently been trying to think logically about why I'm single and so many of my friends have met the most amazing men. Is it that I'm career focused, I know exactly who I am, I am not the thinnest girl going around (and def was a whole lot bigger than I am now about 4-5 months ago), I'm fiercely independent - always gonna stand on my own two feet, or is it that I'm too straight forward, ugh who knows!! 
I then realized there's a trend with my friends and their male counterparts. 
Most of my friends, like me, are unemotional women. It's not that we don't have emotions, it's that we don't need to use them or wave them around in people's faces. We share things with each other but that's because we are close and sometimes things reach boiling point, which leads to that super awkward moment when water comes out of eyes. Worst situation ever!! 
The guys that most of my friends are with are fairly emotional men... Not afraid to express their f…

Sing us a song you're the piano man

It's been a busy couple of weeks and I've been getting back into the swing of dating, although I'm a whole lot less committed to meeting someone cool with my Europe trip fast approaching.
The piano man.... Where to start.... Maybe the stats - 32 - never married, no children  - lawyer - lived alone with cute stuffy puppy  - seemed like his mum cooked for him a lot - into music
He seemed pretty normal... So I agreed to a date.
He was super busy with work so we agreed to meet for a coffee before work one morning. The agreed meeting place was the red piano at Brookfield Place and we had joked about him giving me a private performance. 
For those that don't know, Brookfield Place have 3 pianos that anyone can play around the bottom of the building, kinda iconic and super easy to find, they have a red, blue and purple one, weird I know! 
So there I was waiting by the red piano to meet him at 8.00am one morning, there was no sign of him but I could hear one of the other pianos been play…

He had a winery but there was the distance

I know there are times that I am very shallow, especially when it comes to hook ups, but I can also admit a winery is something very attractive to me, as is a farm boy.
Having grown up on a farm myself I do find it easy to connect with people who grew up the same as me, so when I stumbled across Clint on tinder, it was a big tick for me... So was the winery. 
I started talking to Clint back in December when he was in the process of moving back to the family farm/winery after his dad had fallen ill. 
The conversation flowed easily with it occasionally turning to a little bit more than flirting, but he was so physically far away - 400kms to be exact.
So after about a month I started to realise he was a textophile, which was reiterated when he came to Perth for 2 days, allegedly to see me, then didn't make plans. 
I gave him the benefit of the doubt that things had come up, but I also started getting a bit vague and distant until he had plans again to come to Perth a few weeks later. Surp…

40 days

Sorry it's been 40 days since I last posted. 
The update - I'm STILL single, haven't been in a proper relationship that's last more than 2 months for too long to mention, and I wonder sometimes if the problem is me? (Don't feel you need to answer that)
So... The last 40 days... There's been three guys only, two were only blips on the radar. 
Let's start with the blips
Rory, he worked in recruitment, he definitely thought he was THE MAN, god's gift to women if you may. We met for what was supposed to be a quick drink, which ended up sharing an uber to our respective houses, (no I didn't let him see where I actually live). It was very very bad partly because he referred to himself in third person when he told a story, secondly because I seem to have lost all my skills to ninja and thirdly because he got all grabby hands with me while waiting for the uber.  As you can imagine there was no good night kiss, just me very quickly jumping out of the car and the…