Aliens and a possible ice cream.

So what’s been going on in my life then? Well, I’ve just made a cup of tea with two bags and now it’s incredibly strong. Cough cough.

Last night I went around a male friend’s house and we drank beer, ate pizza and watched Independence Day. It was the first time I had ever seen it, but unfortunately I was unable to enjoy the alien spectacle as he was constantly saying lines before they had happened, telling me that there is a Baldwin brother in the film (I proved him wrong – thank you IMDB) and kept saying “I love this part coming up. … happens”.  He can’t help it. His job requires a lot of talking and getting rid of any silence. I’ll get the film on DVD. And yes, I was incredibly ashamed of myself for not seeing it. It’s actually pretty funny and very cliché.I predicted the whole thing. Well done me.

It was nice just to hang out with a guy again. Nothing will happen with this guy, and he is just a friend. See, I don’t just date men. I can be friends with them too!

Saying that, I have a date this afternoon.

What do I know about this one who I’ve virtually met on a dating site?

• Head of Science
• Mountain climber
• Originally from near Liverpool

Usually I’d say no to all of the above. I mean, science? Really? I imagine if we ever get closer and he gets to see, well you know, my bits, he’ll just see this –

And I’m not much of a mountain climber. No, I’d rather walk in heels. And the Liverpool thing speaks for itself with its twangy accent. I love northern accents, except this one.

But screw it. You never know. He could be the Homer to my Marge. Not the best example, I know.

So the plans are go to the local park with a bottle of Strongbow. Joking. No Strongbow. The weather is so lovely that we have decided to go to Cannon Hill Park, which I thinks quite nice. It’ll give us a chance to talk, but God damn it! I want to go bowling.

I’m not sure what it is about bowling that I love so much. Let’s face it. I’m fucking awful at the game. I rarely played it as child, so I can’t say it brings back childhood memories. And it’s expensive to throw a ball down a lane. But it’s enjoyable.

Me and Maths Boy (remember him?) had a day at Star City playing miniature golf and bowling. I won at the golf (fuck yes – now that’s what I’m talking about). However, fortune didn’t favour me with the bowling. I did get to do the whole girly thing though where I pouted and pretended to cry. He took pity on me, and bought me lunch at Harvester. You have to love their Kickin’ Garlic sauce. Although, not on a date.   

Anyway, I’m off to get ready to walk around a park and hopefully get an ice cream if the queue isn’t too ridiculous.

Toodle pip!