I am a music man

I know, I know... you're dying to know how it went with Baileys Guy!

Well, actually it didn't happen. Vague arrangements to meet someone when there are 72,000 people converged on the city is not the best idea! Before, during and after the game I think we must've sent each other a host of texts, and at one point he tried to call... but eventually we missed each other!

He called a couple of times yesterday, and it looks like we'll meet sometime later this week!

Now... those two new Potentials I mentioned last time.

The first one actually seems very cool. His emails are as funny as a cartload of monkeys! He's got some kind of job in the 'music industry', and seems very intelligent and articulate (apart from one strange email he sent on Saturday night, when he was clearly drunk... but then who am I to judge on peoples drunken behaviour!!).

Anyway, we've already arranged a 'Face to Face' (I think this is No.24, or if Baileys Guy ducks out No.23). Next Monday... and I get to choose what we do :)

The next Potential has got what I can only describe as my dream job... he's a wine taster!!! He 'Seems Nice' (tm) , so obviously 'Mutual Contact' is a must. I want him to take me to work with him :)

an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman

Don't worry, those are not new Potentials, it's just certain members of my extended family and friends who want a mention, so here goes:

The Englishman... yes, your boobs ARE bigger than mine.
The Irishman... remind me again of your 'cunning plan'.
The Scotsman... Why Lobster?

Anyway, back to me! It's mid way through the Irish weekend (and so far my liver is holding up!). Yesterday's date with Local Guy was pretty cool.

Golf first... The challenge yesterday was a bit bigger than normal. If I won not only did I get tickets for the rugby, but also drinks after with various members of the Irish Rugby squad (and as my mother is dead set on me marrying Brian O'Driscoll it would be the perfect opportunity to suss him out!). There was also the standard side bet that whoever loses their ball first buys a bottle of champagne!

I'll never understand why guys fall for that bet. They generally hit the ball way further than me, but it only takes one bad shot for it to be in the trees, and at this time of year (when there's all manner of leaves and mush about) it's really difficult to find your ball. I can always see where mine is, because it doesn't go that far!

So, by the 4th I'd won my champagne! Actually, I wish the bet had been a bottle for each ball lost. If it had I could well be opening my own branch of Oddbins now... I think he lost in the region of 10 balls!

One thing he didn't lose was the game. He won by two holes :(

My excuse... well, I haven't got one really. We were all square until the 17th, but he pulled it back on the last two :(

So, I've lost out on drinks with my mothers ideal man!

After the game we had a drink, and he was all up for tagging along last night to meet my extended family and friends. At that point I felt it was only fair to mention that not only were my lot probably going to be 'slightly drunk', but he'd also come face to face with the member of my beloved family who knows him really well!

Faced with that he understandably decided to give it a miss!!

However, we have arranged another date this week!

Right... there's loads more to say (including details of two new potentials!), but I need to get ready! Today is rugby, and my 'Face to Face' No.23 with Baileys Guy :)

eh?!?

Serious Pro Golfer is completely off the list now. Here's a quick run down of the shenanigans this week...

Tuesday he emailed to say he'd call around 10ish - no call.
Wednesday he emailed to say he'd call around 10ish - no call.
Thursday he emailed at twenty past nine, to say he was going to call - no call.

This morning he asked why I hadn't been in touch?!?

So, naturally I just let him know he was a tad confusing!

Then, this afternoon he emailed (with usual soppy poem), to let me know he was about to book us a Valentines trip. So, I emailed him back to tell him to hang on for a little while... so I could sort out my leave.

Immediately he emailed me back to let me know he was going to be away for three weeks, and we'll catch up when he gets back?!?

Now, call me stupid, but if he's away anyway, why did he want to book a trip. I'm actually beginning to think I'm talking to two completely different people. Whatever the case it's way too confusing.

My head hurts, so I'm off for a drink!

A simple life?

Ooh... things are starting to get a little complicated!

This weekend... the rugby weekend. It all started off so easy... Drinks with my beloved extended family and friends tomorrow night; golf on Saturday with Local Guy; oodles of drinks with my beloved extended family and friends on Saturday night.

Then Sunday... meet up for drinks with beloved extended family and friends; rugby; then I guess more drinks. At some point I'm going to meet Baileys Guy!

Monday... stay in bed all day to recover!

So, whats so complicated about that?

Well firstly, as you probably know by know I can't play a round of golf without there being some sort of challenge. Normally it involves champagne and dinner. Well, Local Guy has upped the ante a little. If I win, not only is he going to provide the champagne, but we're going to drink it after the rugby, along with what sounds like both the teams playing on Sunday!

All I can say is WOW!!!

So far I can live with that.

Next complication... As I said, after the golf game, I'm heading off for oodles of drinks with my beloved extended family and friends. Now Local Guy is up for tagging along too! I don't actually mind, but here's where ANOTHER complication comes into play.

I think I've mentioned we have a common interest. Well, if he does tag along he's going to come face to face with that common interest... one of my beloved family knows him really really well!

So, should I mention it, or carry on and hope he sees the funny side? I think he will, and my beloved family member thinks he will (and she actually knows him a lot better than me!).

Next complication... The day of the rugby game. I'm having my 'Face to Face' No.23 with Baileys Guy at some point that day. We've deliberately left it vague because there are going to be 72,000 people hanging about, he's got plans, and I've got plans. But the potential spanner in the works is if I actually win the game of golf, and have the opportunity to drink champagne with Local Guy (who I like a lot remember!) AND oodles of fit rugby players, am I going to want to meet Baileys Guy?

What to do, What to do??

Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I love getting drunk calls... seriously, I do. It always makes me giggle when somebody is desperately trying to appear deep and meaningful, when in reality they're struggling to string a sentence together.

So getting TWO drunk calls off Baileys Guy was fantastic!

Last night he called. He's stuck in Dublin for an extra night, and is still missing me (I can never quite get how you can miss someone you've never met, but I *kind* of know what he means!).

Being stuck in Dublin doesn't really sound like much of a hardship to me, and by the sound of him I don't think it was much of a hardship to him either... he certainly seemed to be enjoying the traditional Irish hospitality!

So, after a 20 minute chat we've arranged to meet up sometime on Sunday, either before, during, or after the rugby!

'Face to Face' No 23 then, and it's about time too... I seem to have been having 'Mutual Contact' with Baileys Guy for what seems like an age!

That makes it two dates this coming weekend :)

Oh, and the second drunk call... it was pretty much along the lines of the first (I *think* he may have forgotten parts of the first conversation!). He obviously doesn't stick to the 'don't call potentials when drunk' rule either!