Men, maintaining sanity, and rainbow tuesday.

I have, once again, a broken laptop.
And very little time to write now, as I, me, she - the cat's mother, Ali.... am going on a holiday. Over seas. On a long flight. I'm going to go and find G and her boyfriend. They're in a van driving across a desert.
I'm going to LA, baby!

Before I go I wanted to share a strange weekend.

On Friday night, I ended up in a mosh pit with M (the ex I've spent a year getting over) rubbing ice (in a totally platonic friendly way) on the back of his neck while we bashed our way around a gig that brought back memories for both of us. It was like hanging out with a brother. It was lovely. And peacefully platonic.

On Saturday, I broke contact for what promises - again - to be the absolutely final (yes, final) time with the boy who inspired my last blog post. This time I've even deleted his number from my phone. I got a bit teary over it on the phone to my mum. It was like chopping off my little toe. You don't think it'll be that bigger deal until you're standing there with a hacksaw.

On Sunday, I spent the day with (and largely in the arms of) a nice hippy I met 3 weeks ago and have been too busy to see since. He's been the first man I've met who I've had a real spark with since I met M, over 3 years ago. I know. I couldn't believe it either. The first total stranger I've gone to bed with for 3 whole years. And I wasn't expecting to meet anyone that day. I hadn't even shaved my legs. And neither of us cared. We spent 24hours together grinning at each other and saying things like 'this feels so... normal. So....easy.' And 'I really like you....'. So Sunday was about re-affirming that. This time with smooth pins.

Then, on Sunday night, as I was trying to go to bed before midnight for the first time in weeks, a guy I met the week before I moved to London starts trying to keep me awake and chatting by flirting on facebook.

On Monday, I have this email from him...

dear jesus,
can you build a bloody great theatre in exeter please? one that does all that postmodern/hippy shit so Ali can have a good job and be able to move back to devon. i don't really believe in you and all that christianity jazz but its a bit early for santa, so please mate, after all we go way back don't we?! basically, i really fancy her (and she's probably got a good personality n that as well) so i kind of need a bit of a break here man. at least make her come back for a weekend or something eh? go on, you're the son of god, supposedly.....
xxx


Which, whether I particularly fancy him or not, or wish to pursue anyone but the delightful hippy boy, I felt deserved a reply...

Dept of Prayer
God's Office
2nd Star to the left

Dear Mr T,
As you may know, Jesus is on sabbatical (AWOL for the last 2 millennium, and frankly, pushing his bloody luck if he wishes to pursue his career in this department). I have passed your query on to his deputy, Tinkerbell, who is currently running the office until the second coming. 
Unfortunately, my great nemesis, the Devil, has dealings with the government, and art funding keeps being cut back, which means the theatre idea is fairly unlikely, and I have received a tip-off that Ali quite likes London anyway. 
Here at the department of prayer, we tend to ignore drunken pleas, however, if you wish to repeat the request in a sober state, I can review your case for a weekend visit.

signed, GOD.




So. I wait with slightly bated breath for a reply to that one.


And, AND, then later on Monday, the really hunky distractingly-attractive-could-lift-me-in-one-hand lighting guy at theatreland work told me I looked lovely.
*dreamy sigh*


But still. All these men related mini dramas, and still no man to call my own. The search continues.


At least I have work experience to keep me busy. Where I get to do things like this to people....

Yup. My happiest days are the ones where I get home at 9pm from an unpaid job with fake blood crusted under my fingernails, too exhausted to even take the dog out on a quick stroll. And I wonder why I'm single.

Still. 

Happy half-arsed rainbow tuesday to all:

....and this. 

Because she's quite colourful. And really hot.