Mandyt @ MindSay

So the date last night was great in my opinion. He picked me up and we went to a great sushi place for dinner. Lots of conversation and laughing. We went to play pool after that and he won 2 of the 3 games (I won one game fair and square - he definitely didn't let me win) and he drove me home - it took a bit longer than usual cos of the snow and the fact that he had to drive at 20 km/h. Nice goodnight kiss at the end and I had a great time.

Now today.

I'm second-guessing myself and thinking that I mis-read things, even though I technically don't think I did. No plans were made for a second date and I doubt I'll hear from him today, yet I've turned into a self-torture, second-guessing machine. I'm wondering whether I imagined the good time and whether he drove home thinking "well, thank goodness that's over cos I never want to see her again".

Arrrggghhh.

/end rant.

Okay, I have a date tonight and I have a secret. Well, it's not really a secret - this, my friends, is an internet date. Before you laugh and point and yell insulting phrases at me, my reasons for this experiment are as follows:

• It's a way to meet people - new city = meeting new people any way possible. My bookclub is filled with married women, so that's a negative!
  
• I've got nothing to lose - after my recent dating disaster where the guy had told his mother all about me before our first date and was planning my visit over the holidays and had probably named our kids, I figure this can't be worse.
  

So I went online last night, started chatting to J and ended up talking on the phone three times - once he called on the way to the gym, then on the way back and then after his shower. So that's a good time to tell if he's a complete weirdo. So far, no major red flags.

He said he'd call today and .... he did. Then he call to let me know that his errands were taking longer than planned and would I mind if we went for dinner instead of out this afternoon. I'm still okay with this - no baby naming red flags here.

His photo looks really pretty boy like which makes me a little wary - either it's not really him or he's a potential player. Or I'm just being judgemental and should slap myself.

Anyway, dinner it is and while I'm obviously not going to be all glam considering it's -10 degrees celcius and snowing like mad, I'll still look purdy.

Wish me luck and hopefully this won't be a disaster story!!

NEWSFLASH:

 

Thighs are meant to be bigger than calves. It's a balance thing. It's a genetic thing. It's a HUMAN thing. Girls, if your thighs are no bigger than your calves or arms, you're TOO FREAKING THIN. If your legs cannot meet at any point whatsoever, you're TOO FREAKING THIN.

 

Eat something. Please.

I know I've been MIA for ages.  Things have been good and busy and different and now I live in a different country, different hemisphere and different everything.

 

Life in Toronto is exciting and cold. I'm pushing myself to be everything I wanted to be before but was too scared to be or too stuck in a rut to do. I'm taking chances and leaping without looking. I'm swallowing my fears and just doing, trying not to think too much.

 

Doesn't that sound scary but exciting at the same time?

 

It's been 2 months since I waved my family goodbye at Melbourne airport and stepped through the gates to passport control. Seven weeks since I landed in Toronto to my new life. Six weeks since I started work and routine and life.

 

I am only seven weeks old really. A baby. Learning to take my first steps and learning that falling is not that scary. Sure, you get bruised and battered but you get up again and you learn.

 

And I'm definitely learning.

Yesterday was pretty chilled (although not in the temperature stakes). Again, I woke up ridiculously early, but I had a purpose - to get Australian Open tickets! They went on sale at 9am AEST so I had to be online at 6am Bangkok time. But it all paid off - we got tickets for the men's semi final and the final. I just hope it's as good as it was this year.

 

I was going to hang out with the German girls again, but they wanted to go temple hopping again and I was a bit over it. Instead, I went to Chatuchuk (sp?) market with two guys - an Indian/Canadian and an Aussie. This market is HUGE - 15,000 stalls, selling everything and anything. We only spent 4 hours there (the guys ran out of money) so we didn't see even a corner of the place, but it's amazing even just for the people watching. I gota nice silver cuff bracelet for about $50, two t-shirts for $5, some makeup for $30 and I could've bought so much more,  but without Anna prodding me on, the voice of reason won out. Still.

 

Then we headed back to the hostel for a siesta. We went out for dinner with a Kiwi/English girl, Patrina and had the most delicious fried fish and seafood noodles for less than $5 each. Yum. After that we went to an Eqyptian restaurant and shared a hookah - which was heaps of fun, even if it affected me more than the others. I felt very relaxed! We were going to go out after, but Guy (the Aussie) had to go to the airport to meet a friend and I was exhausted. Gorav went out and I headed back to the hostel, getting slightly lost on the way back (stupid sky-train entrance on the other side!!). I'm kinda wondering whether the boys will be up anytime soon (doubtful) to see whether I should wait before going out or just head out anyway.

 

I can't believe three days have passed already and I'm off to Israel tonight. Hotmail seems to be down, so I really hope Shani remembers to pick me up at the airport at 5am!!

 

Next post from Tel Aviv and I'll try upload some photos too.

 

M

oxoxo