Krupok Bolet: Is that the pretty Justine.....?

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Is that the pretty Justine.....?

This was how a phone call I received this morning commenced. It had me stumped for a few seconds as I knew the call was from a mechanic from whom I was waiting to hear about the damage on the car I'd dropped off a couple hours previously and with it, the sorry verdict on my wallet :-)) (For the record, I didn't crash fortunately, the car I'm using just keeps losing power and I'm worried it's just gonna flat out die at a really inconvenient time/place - like in the middle of the Interstate at rush hour).

My first thought was that people are always extra nice to soften the blow when the news that follows isn't great right?! My second thought was that this was just some classic Southern charm. Anyways when I did acknowledge that I was pretty little she and the mechanic then followed up his opening with something else in a similar vein, it finally dawned on me that he was flirting with me. My third thought: OMG people never flirt with me. Clearly those five pull ups this morning where I actually got my chin above the bar {B.I.G. dealio} are paying off :-))

Returning to the garage and after 5 minutes convincing said mechanic that I reallllllly, really didn't need a drink or anything else, we got down to discussing the car. Not much went in except re: mechanical vs electrical and something about fuel pump, coils and plugs but I did gather that the fault with the car is as yet undiagnosed and that the car needs to spend a full day at the garage and that when I drop the car off the mechanic can then drop me off whereever I need to be. My fourth thought: Hmmmm are you sure you couldn't fix the car right now today and do we need to play this game and are you a serial killer in disguise???

I am real sceptical when it comes to matters of the heart stuff. Too sceptical most definitely. That and people never flirt with me. I did catch someone checking out my a$$ the other week - AWKWARD and a little hilarious as it was so unsubtle and I then had to spend the evening with him, but other than that I am a completely flirt free zone. As ridiculous as this sounds, my personal experience of love is that for me it's a bit like Stockholm's - I can make myself fall in love with any single man IF I absolutely had to. Not a great trait. So that part of my brain is consciously switched off. I don't flirt and I don't date. But every now and again something or rather someone slips through - like perusing an online profile of a total stranger, from dozens that I've read, who made me genuinely smile, wonder and my heart skip a beat, or like spending a party, channelling my teen self, and ensuring I had a direct view of a certain guy who has so many qualities that make him an incredible catch.

Niiiiiiiice rooftop pool and partay venue. We don't get pools like these in London apartment blocks! IF only!!

There's a reason everyone at today's birthday bash resembled like an extra from Baywatch: Paleo party fare is crudities, grilled meat and fruit. That and the attendees were all hard core Crossfitters. Honestly, I have never heard so much chat about squats and how much people can jerk etc. 5 straight hours of squat talk - no kidding! Fortunately the Birthday Cakes made an appearance later on - SWEEEEET!!

I don't pretend that as a person I am actually anything special. Tonight I was the only person at a pool party who didn't have perfect washboard abs (So not slightly mortifying ;-) Where's the obesity epidemic when you need it?!) I know I have good and bad qualities and I hope some of the good outweighs the bad - just like everyone else. And although it would be great to be someone else sometimes, I am more than ok with just being me.

Here in the US, I have the added bonus of a British accent which really does have it's bonuses: Today I was waived a $200 mechanic's investigation fee cos of my accent, well that and the car is clearly ^&@%! ;-)) Sometimes though it's nice just imagining 'what if' now and again. Until I figure out how to make the real thing work, I have decided to fall in love with a brilliant little snow cone maker - just $10 from Target. Alcoholic and even non-alcoholic snow cones are a great second love for singletons - particularly for those moments when you are feeling a little self conscious that you don't have an even remotely a bikini bod. Afterall, ice has zero kcals.