The one where Kitty gets freaked out by sexy texts

Well things are certainly starting to look up on the dating front. Had a second date with Boosh Fan last night, actually I'm going to call him LLM now instead cos BF looks I'm saying boyfriend and it's clearly much too early for such assumptions! (LLM is a short version of his username from the site in case you were wondering) We met up the first time last Wednesday for pints followed by a slightly drunken (well, I was) pizza. So once we got over the initial awkwardness and the odd few "quick, think of something to say" moments, we actually got on really well, lots of common interests, same type of humour, etc etc so plenty of chatting and even a bit of shiftin' towards the end of the night - woo!

However, between Wednesday and last night we had been texting - I managed to inadvertently text that scary Dub man again. Twice. Anyway he started sending me these really dirty messages, things he wants to do to me and the like. And while the actual content sounds like bloody good fun, it was a bit weird since I'd only met him properly the once. So the last one was on Saturday and I just didn't reply for ages, partly because I didn't know what the hell to say and partly because I was caught up in watching Waterford beat Offaly (Ha! You're goin' down Wexford!). So when I eventually did get back to him he asked if it was too much and agreed to take it easy. So apart from the supersexy messages (not that it's necessarily a bad thing, just a bit early..) everything else is good so far, and he even passed the preliminary round of T Dog's suitability test last night when he came in for tea after the cinema. Very important.

K

Bite this, buddy

I decided to text the Boosh Fan last night and suggest that we meet up tonight.

Heya it's K here, so will we bite this bullet and meet up tomorrow evening?

A few minutes later I got a call from a number I didn't know.

Me: Hello?
Him (in thick Dub accent): Hello? Who's dis?
Me: Sorry? Who's this?
Him: Yis just texted me phone
Me: Oh! Sorry, I must've sent it to the wrong number
Him: Ah righ yeh, yer goin bitin the bullet so are yeh ya mad yoke?
Me (nervously): Ahaha..
Him: Yeh can bite my bullet, wha!

Now, being all cheeky and flirty comes about as naturally to me as blindfolded sheep shearing so I panicked and hung up. And then afterwards thought of all the clever things I should have said.

Morto.

K

Paranoia over

...see? It's Marvin the Paranoid Android...nevermind...

Riiight, so the Italian texted me on Friday, saying he didn't get my message till then and that he hopes to see me soon. I forgot to get back to him, but I think I saw him yesterday. I was crossing the bridge right before my house and this guy walking with a bike passed me, I'm 90% certain it was him, especially since he looked like he was about to stop me! I totally bottled it and kept walking though, quelle wuss! I'll probably try to meet him this week though. Promise.

Also, it turns out the Boosh Fan is at some festival in Holland or something, which is why he didn't get in touch. I had emailed him on Friday suggesting we meet up this week and he said he's getting back on Tuesday so might meet him Wednesday or Thursday, eep!

K

Mambo Italiano

So...
Still no word from the Italian since Tuesday and I haven't heard from the Boosh Fan in two or three days. Maybe I got sprayed with boy repellant as a child. I'm now 24, and I've had one boyfriend. My first kiss wasn't till I was 17 and he turned out to be gay two weeks later. Not exactly encouraging, I think you'll agree!

K

The rain in Dublin falls far too bloody often

Heyho

So I'm back from Italy with about two weeks and have since been up to my lovely eyeballs in work. Rome and Venice were AMAZING and so much fun and if the Trevi Fountain is to be believed, I'm definitely going back sometime! Totally lost the run of myself where ice cream was concerned, I mean how could anyone walk past a counter selling coconut, green apple, pineapple, lemon, orange, white chocolate, even Kinder Egg flavoured ice cream and NOT stop!? And they're on every corner and I frigging love it. Neapolitan is about as exciting as it gets over here, it's so unfair!



This lady was by the Trevi Fountain, doing that usually really annoying human statue thing, but she was one of the best I've seen, she looked great and bobbed when you gave her money, and it was a nice change to see a hot lady do it and not a creepy man all painted silver.



I totally fell in love with Venice, especially with all the gorgeous masks in EVERY shop, they're just amazing, I could look at them all day. Needless to say, I bought myself a lovely cat mask over there. Now I just need to invent a reason to wear it...

So anyway in other, more boy-related news:

Toxic Boy has gotten back with his girlfriend, so that's him off the (metaphorical) table, which is probably a good thing, as major awkwardness would most likely ensue if anything further happened.

The Italian has been texting about meeting up, but he works nights and I was too wrecked all last week to do anything so we haven't gotten round to it yet. So he texted last night saying he'd be free this evening, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet since I replied yesterday. Hmm.

The Boosh Fan has been emailing since I got back and we've been chatting back and forth about all kinds of nonsense, even though I got totally caught out looking at his Bebo page back in the beginning when he saw that someone in Dublin viewed him. Foiled by technology! It's been going really well so far though, and I might suggest meeting up next week sometime. I'm still trying not to build it up too much, like I'm worried if I do meet him and don't like him that's it then, back to the drawing board. But we're getting on much like a house on fire (at least I think so) so you never know.



I'm really starting to proper fancy Rex from Big Brother, not least because I had a sexy dream about him last night...
There's not that many hot redheads really, is there? Apart from Prince Harry and Glen Hansard that is, but they're fairly thin on the ground. Oh, and I really need to work on my heatworld.com addiction, I don't even care about half the stories on there but can't help compulsively checking it, it's ridiculous!

Right, back to work then.

K

2 Days till Rome!

Ok then, time for some updates. T Dog is slowly roasting in Cyprus this week, the jammy bint - although I'm off on my trip to Rome/Venice/London on Friday so I can't complain really. I've heard back from one of the lads I emailed the last day but I think we're running out of things to talk about already, especially since his replies are about three lines long.

HOWEVER, I did hear from a fella who completely won me over by emailing me a bunch of random Mighty Boosh quotes (yes, that probably is all it takes) and we've been getting along really well. He's hinted at meeting up when I get back from my Italian adventure, so I'm trying not to get too excited, seeing as that bit me right on the arse last time. He's cute and rather funny so I'll just have to wait and see. (Still though - YAY!)

I texted the Italian yesterday about meeting up, hoping that the Irish habit of not wanting to talk to someone properly and preferring a text had rubbed off on him by now. It didn't. He rang me back straightaway and said he wasn't sure if he could make it, but he'd ring today and let me know. In typical fashion, I forgot to bring my phone to work this morning so I'll have to wait till 5.30 to see if it's on or not tonight. I think I'd nearly prefer not to now, but all for stupid makey uppy reasons like I have to figure out what to pack for Friday, and I have to clean the house or it's raining. Both of which I do actually need to do and the last is true as of a half hour ago.

In other news...
Went on the lash in Cork with my friend Lady B at the weekend.
BBQ + Bulmers + the Roundy + vodka and Red Bull + random boys in drag + Jaeger shots + the Bodega + dancing + talking to strangers + more Jaeger + a lock-in courtesy of a ginger Italian fella = MONSTER hangover on Sunday. Followed by four and a half hours on an Aircoach. Nice.



Also, been watching Terry Pratchett's The Colour of Magic (had it taped since Easter, only getting round to it now), and absolutely loving the fact that Jeremy 'Ride me sideways' Irons is playing Lord Vetinari. In my head it was always Alan Rickman but Jeremy is also effing class and sexy enough to do it well. But why in the name of Jaysis have they given the best character in the series a fucking speech impediment!?

K

Update on the rain: it's now lashing. I'm not going anywhere tonight.

Where's Cilla when you need her?

Right. I've been neglecting the whole Internet dating yoke for a while now, since I got the cold shoulder back along from Topcat. So I've been encouraged by the lovely ladies who blather on beaut.ie not to give up on it. I've been talking a bit to an Italiano who seems sound enough and we've both sort of vaguely suggested meeting up at some point, so maybe I'll actually bite the bullet and go through with it. The thing I've found with these kind of sites though is that it's always the same faces that keep popping up, so it's nearly better to forget about it for a while and then see who's new. So I went on the prowl for new blood today (sounds so predatory-I'm really not though!) and messaged two fellas so we'll see what happens.

(Liza Minelli voice): Maybeee thissss tiiimmmmme!

K