Apologies to those of you who enjoy reading my blogs for the wildlife aspect; this one is purely about my shonky love life! A vent blog, if you will.
Ok, so some of you will know that I broke up with my long-term boyfriend 2 weeks ago. Amazingly, I'm feeling fine; I barely think about him, I don't harbour any bad feeling toward him and I don't feel lonely, sad, empty... any of the emotions linked with break-up's. Isn't that a good thing, you may be asking yourself? Well, yes and no. I'm glad I've got over him so quickly because heartache really is the worst feeling in the world but it really does make me feel quite concerned that I've got over the best relationship I ever had with barely any upset!! Yes, the day after I was inconsolable and locked myself away. The following week, although much better, I still thought about him but week 2 it's like we broke up months ago... hmmm.
Which brings me onto my next point... Halloween! What a night! I wore a gorgeous ballgown and a venetian masque as an attempt at a costume (I just really wanted to wear the dress!) My good friend Dave came down from Birmingham and old schoolfriend Skelly accompanied us to the coolest rock club in Cardiff. This was 6 days after the break-up and my chance to let loose and return to my roots - 22 yr old just wanting to hav fun! By 11pm, I was hammered (all planned; I haven't been drunk in such a long time and I needed a release, which I would've been too uptight to do whilst sober)
Soon, Dave & Skelly were chatting up 2 middle-aged birds so I went a-wandering, chatting to any random fella who happened to look my way. Before long, my personal space was invaded by a Swansea-based Jedi who looked freakishly like the dark-haired Bevin Boy off The Coal House (non-Welsh people won't understand this reference). No idea what his name was, but before long we were snogging. Classy eh? The first guy who gets close since the break-up and I hav no idea what his name was. He took my number at the end of the night but I haven't heard from him (which is for the best, as he p'd off my mates and I found him waaay too arrogant!) I was also kissed by Skelly (dude in the photos) which freaked me out somewhat. Skel's been an awesome friend since high school, so it left me a bit confused. However, we have spoken and sorted it out. All in all a fantastic night! I met the Blues Brothers, a clown (who was a huge fan of the general chest area haha!), a few old hardy rockers and a man dressed as a nana who gave me his pearl necklace... great night had by all! I did wake up the following morning feeling a bit dejected, but I think this was the effect of the alcohol and the more I think of it, the more i realise i had a great time.
Take you back now to mid-October and the Gorezone Weekend of Horrors, which I attended representing my dad's business, SBTS Autographs. This again was an awesome weekend but mighty confusing. I got to have tea and cupcakes with ex-bond girl Caroline Munro which was awesome!
Much later on in the day, something happened that really has left me stumped ever since. I got talking to a bloke. This was no ordinary bloke; he's a Goth with long black hair in his late 30's. He's a horror fan, he's flirtatious despite being in a relationship... but I loved his company! He made me laugh so much! At the end of the first day, I left the cinema early due to the crappiness of the film, went to the toilet and when I came back into the foyer he'd also left the cinema and was changing his shirt, revealing a hairy chest and pierced nipples... wow! Good timing or planned? Hmmm... anyway, we talked more and I managed to persuade him to come back the following day. The next day flew by, but he hadn't shown up. I surprised myself with how gutted I was! I met another lovely guy who was originally from Aberdare, near my hometown who I've agreed to go and see in Memorabilia in 2 weeks for a cuppa. 
Anyway, as I was saying, day flew by. I left the cinema just before the final film to get a drink... I was walking down the stairs when who should be walking up? The goth dude! I couldn't conceal my happiness and a smile was plastered all over my face. He was wearing a KISS shirt; one of my favourite bands! I told him where I was sat and that I would see him in 2 minutes. I wasn't disappointed; he sat next to me for the final film and put up with my incessant ramblings bless his heart. I was so pleased he was there! After the film it was time to go back to the hotel... I didn't wanna leave! I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek and that was it... we parted company. Fortunately, we found each other on Myspace and have exchanged a couple of emails since but I don't understand how I just can't get him out of my head! On his Myspace, there's a photo of him as a vampire and he looks amazing... I've dreamt about it a couple of times... I hope he comes to memorabilia to hopefully allow me to get him out of my head!!
Which finally brings me on to last night (no more photos I'm afraid lol!) I went to an ex-colleague's house for pizza and to watch the last of the day's international rugby union games. We got on well, we had a laugh... but we ended up kissing quite passionately. We've always got on well but I've never thought of him in that way so again, I'm now sat at home feeling mighty peeved with myself *sigh*... enjoying the single life seemed to be a lot easier the last time round! Guess I've matured more than I allow mysekf to believe. Hopefully these dumb mistakes are just teething problems and I'll learn from them sooner rather than later.
Anyway, that;s me. As screwed up as ever... hope all's well with everyone xxx