I Have a New Friend

Its very exciting.
Ive been in this town for a couple of years now, and it has been fairly hard to meet people I like, and want to socialise with. I have met a few through work, but theyre work buddies, and kind of different to social buddies. I was starting to despair - and really miss my friends who are scattered around NZ...

But Ive met someone!
It sort of feels a bit like dating; I dont want to phone or txt her too often in case I scare her off, but its just so cool to have someone in the same town as me who i really like!

Mr Fiji plays rugby, and she's the partner of one of the other rugby players. And she is English, and cool and funny and a lawyer.
I suspect that I have a girl-crush.

We'd met a couple of times on the sidelines of the rugby, and talked a bit back at the clubrooms, but not really socialised properly before.

Last saturday night the rugby boys were having a boys-only court session, so Lisa and I settled down at her place (which is in the same suburb as the rugby club) with a bottle of vodka and got to know each other. It was great! we bullshitted for hours, and, when we eventually headed down to the pub to meet up with the boys, we were completely toasted. Ended up doing beer laybacks. Not totally classy, I'll admit, but very satisfactory.

Now Im really excited about this weekend when I get to see her again!

Its definitely a girl-crush.

Girly things

Mr Fiji, being Fijian and all, is very much a God botherer. Not to stereotype Fijians of course, but it seems to be the norm to be involved with religion, and give the church largeish chunks of money. So he goes to church on Sundays, leaving me to my own devices for half the day. Sometimes this is a good thing, as I can lounge around the house and do girly things at will.

There are some girly things I firmly believe should stay secret from men, such as the way we maintain ourselves to stay beautiful and desirable to them. Especially hair removal. If any man ever encountered me waxing my legs or bikini line, they would most likely run screaming and scarred for life, from the sight of the swearing, grunting, she-gryphon whose legs were red and inflamed, and whose nether-regions were partially stuck together with wax that wasnt removed quickly enough.

Also the sight of me with bleach applied to my moustache would possibly discourage him from kissing me anytime in the near future. (Hey, I'm nearly 30. Im allowed to have a moustache. I just dont think anyone should ever have to encounter it!).

A slight problem occurs, of course, when he comes back from his worshipping/money donating early. Like today. To find me surrounded by used wax strips, with blotchy, sticky, half hairy half smooth legs, complete with occasional spots of blood where I pulled too hard, and an upper lip covered with peroxide. Possibly not the most attractive sight, although he would never dare say so, bless him. Funnily enough he did beat a fairly hasty retreat into the kitchen when I tried to give him a kiss.