"I myself am Macedonian"

In my short and mildly exciting lifetime I have been hit on a few times, just a few mind, I'm not the head swivelling, all eyes on me, centrepiece of a party type. But apparantly I have merits worhty enough for some shocking come ons.

Possibly the most notorious amongst my friends and I was the very embarrassing moment when I was hit on at a pub by a guy who had been hanging around our table all night and who seemed to be keen to talk to one of us lovely young ladies. Unfortunately this happened to take place at my friend Alannah's gig, which was also a Christmas Event of some kind in the community, the bar, as most Australian bars on the coast tend to be was right next to the beach, and after a morning of sun, wind and waves, and a rather unfortunate choice in "Santa Candy" I was faced with a young man looking a little pink, windswept, tired, and to top it all off, my teeth, gums, tongue and lips, were blue. NOT HOT.

He came over to me almost immediately after Kesselle went to the bathroom, leaving me standing by myself, and said "Excuse me, are you of European descent?"
I am not. Other than the usual Australian pedigree of English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh and a bit of French for extra measure, nothing remotely exotic or stand-outish like Spanish, or Czech or something. So I of course replied "No, I'm pretty much plain Australian"
And he leant in to me and said "I myself am Macedonian, can I get you a drink?"

Shocking.

On New Years I was at a local Bowls Club, situated on the beach also (ahh Australia, how I do love you) and I was asked by a slightly rounded bloke where the ATM was, after pointing it out to him he thanked me, told me I was beautiful and was on his way. Not too many daquiri's later he came over to our table where I was standing watching Alannah sing with one of my old high school teachers/volleyball coach (cue weirdness and the inevitable "Argh! Teacher!!" "Argh!! Student!!" scenario) and he tries to strike up conversation with me, I am of course totally engrossed in the music (not really but you know) and so he writes me a note on the Keno paper saying "I'm Scared" and walks off. After a group discussion we decided he was intimidated by the all round attractiveness of the female members of our table, which of course was validated by a later marriage proposal.

Most recently was such a cliched experience that it fit perfectly with the general events of the evening. My school friends and I have decided to embark on "The Summer to end all Summers..." also known as, THE SUMMER OF WIN. Which is basically an attempt to have the most cliched summer holiday of our lives, especially because we'll all be going to University soon and that means moving off to different places and stuff.
So my friends Elly, Georgia, Emmellynn and I went out last Thursday, did some shopping, and went to dinner at Emmellynn's work (since she actually had to work that night)

We got winks from three guys as we were entering because the man at the door had said table of six, and we were clearly a table of three, he thought the guys were with us, and so we just laughed, went inside anyway and sat down. The greatest thing about Emmellynn's work is that she happens to work with a group of ridiculously luscious Brazillian men (seriously dreamy stuff)

A large group of guys came in not long after us, and about halfway through dinner Emmellynn came over with a napkin that Rodriguo (one of her spunky Brazillan co-workers who Georgia thought looked like that werewolf guy from Twilight, whats-his-name someone) the guys at the next table over had written us a note, which read: THURSDAY NIGHT, ANY PLANS? since we already had plans I very graciously wrote a reply to the likes of Sorry, but we are going home with this hot blonde waitress and made Em deliver it. (AHAHAHAHA) although it made us laugh for a long time.

However one good deed to come out of all these pick up lines is that I know how to use them myself, and this resulted in me flirting with one of the Brazillians who worked in the kitchens that night, his name Phillipe, and yes, omg yes, he was a heartthrob, a boulders throw (which is a relatively short distance) from a god. Absolutely gorgeous, and the most beautiful smile ever. We kept grinning at each other like loons all night and I was more than happy to have tottered over on my new wedge platforms and made an idiot out of myself by using the line "So who cooked the snapper?" ahahahahahaha, although the other two chefs who were older men were encouraging us so much it was impossible not to laugh.

Of course there's also the downside of going out and being hit on, which involves very drunk guys grinding themselves against you and asking you where your boyfriend is. Also the not so innocent "accidental" brushes of hands on boobs, bums and backs and the out right groping on the dancefloor. This nightlife has some seedy customers. And most of them are too intoxicated to even manage a "Do you have a map? Because I'm lost in your eyes."


EDIT: about less than three minutes after submitting this post I was reminded of another story. I met Troy at the Australian Idol auditions last year (09, yes, it's 2010!!) where he was working as a security guard, he like the vast majority of people who ever hear her sing was enchanted by the supremely amazing talent of Alannah who was auditioning (although she didn't get in) and so we hung out a lot when he wasn't busy with other things, I ended up getting his number just for laughs and then texted him the next day to let him know Lani (Alannah) hadn't made it through which is how he got my number, which has allowed him to text me a few too many times during the year without reply. The latest text was the usual "Hey"

Romantic is it not?

Also, if you do a Youtube Search for Alannah Fox then you will get to hear my amazing friend sing. So do it.