One night out during the week wasn’t enough for me. I went out Saturday night also. I’ve been to enough 40th’s this year, so decided to go to a 30th and a 60th in the one night. The 30th was first and it was at the FAD bar in the city. The Tomohawks played for the first time in two years so it was the 30th boy’s friends and family (one family member sings for the Tomohawks) and other fans of the Tomohawks. I haven’t seen them for a while so it was nice way to start off the evening. I also didn’t know the birthday boy that well, but tagged along anyway.
It was one of those evenings where I didn’t blend into the background and fade into insignificance. Don’t know if it was a hormonal thing or what but I got noticed Saturday night by more than one person of the opposite sex which is the gender I want to get noticed by.
What I’m about to write, not that it’s controversial but just quite personal, could be too much information for a public forum, especially when you know one of your work colleagues has found your blog and could be reading this very post. Not sure what I think about that, but it’s something that’s at the forefront of my life and something I’m going to share. Read on or not!
A single girl like myself, who has done the parenting thing for just over four years now – or longer if you include pregnancy – needs some validation that she is or could be a sexual being again and I got this validation on Saturday night. It’s not the first time I’ve been noticed since I’ve been a mother but it’s the first time I was ready to maybe do something about it.
One of the men that ‘noticed’ me on Saturday night started talking to me. We chatted for a while and the chatting moved quite smoothly, well as smoothly as talking can when there is competing loud music.
To cut a potentially long story short I left him at FAD when my friends and I went to the next party. He was keen to come along, but I wasn’t so keen to take that next step. I hesitated quite a bit but instead of jumping in and taking a risk I said goodbye. What if I was bored with him at the party, what if I couldn’t get rid of him, what if he was an awful kisser, what if, what if? He was from Melbourne and it could have been a lovely one night interlude, but no, I left him at FAD and that was that. No phone number exchange, nothing.
It was good for my ego though. I know that I can still be noticed and just because I’m in my late 30’s doesn’t mean that I’ve ‘lost it’. I look forward to picking up (pardon the awful pun) from where I left off though.
I also saw Big Brother evictee, Gianna at FAD on Saturday night. How quickly life in the spotlight fades.
